2038 A common language

But today, Wang Hong actually saw Wu Hai drooling, which was a little too much. He would forget about the GAO sect.

"Swish!"

Wu Hai subconsciously took a deep breath and said,""I have a new Compass. My stomach feels so empty. I want to eat it."

It was so fragrant that even her words were incoherent.

Logically speaking, Wu Hai was already a battle-hardened man. He shouldn't be in such an uncontrollable situation. The main reason was that he had drunk too much wine yesterday and his stomach was a little hot. Now that he smelled the unrivaled fragrance, he naturally became hungrier.

"Phew ..."

Wang Hong subconsciously sniffed the air, but not everyone's nose was like a Crow 's, so they didn't smell anything. This was embarrassing.

"How fragrant?" Wang Hong asked Wu Hai.

He couldn't help fantasizing in his mind what kind of food could have such a strong fragrance. However, even though he had the brain of a novelist and a rich imagination, there was still a gap between him and Yuan Zhou's cooking skills. It was really hard to imagine.

"You'll know when you open the door. " Zhao Yingjun, who had been watching from behind, mumbled.

"I'm more curious about what kind of breakfast could make Wu Hai so intoxicated. " Looking at Wu Hai's current state, su xiaoxiao became more curious.

She had been staying in the master chef Restaurant for quite a long time, but she had never seen Wu Hai like this.

"He probably drank too much last night." Old Lu also rushed over for breakfast.

Old Lu didn't even realize how much he had drunk the day before, so he was blatantly criticizing others.

Just as the customers were having their own opinions, the breakfast time arrived as scheduled.

Su Ruoyan opened the wooden door and said a classic line. Wu Hai was the first one who couldn't wait to jump into the restaurant. Even Wang Hong and the others behind him were a little more hurried than before. They were really curious.

The diners in the second line behind him wished they were the giraffes. They stretched their necks and looked into the shop. Even if they couldn't satisfy their mouths, they wanted to satisfy their eyes first and see what kind of food it was.

"Compass, what's your breakfast today? it smells so good." Wu Hai opened his mouth before he sat down in his exclusive seat.

Although Yuan Zhou didn't want to investigate Wu Hai's nose anymore, he still couldn't help taking a look at him when he heard that.

"Claypot congee, there are two types, fish slice congee and shrimp congee. Which one do you want?" Yuan Zhou said.

"The taste is different. Can I have a bowl of each?" Wu Hai said immediately.

"Sure." Yuan Zhou nodded his head.

In fact, this situation was similar to the clear broth noodle soup and the clear broth noodle soup set.

"That's great, one bowl of each. " Wu Hai said immediately.

It was as if he was afraid that Yuan Zhou would go back on his words if he was too late.

Although Wu Hai felt that two bowls were not enough, it was better than one bowl.

"So it's claypot congee. No wonder you're drooling just by listening to it." Wang Hong seemed to have thought of the sticky texture of porridge.

"I haven't had the congee in master chef Restaurant before. Boss Yuan's craftsmanship is worth looking forward to." The customers 'enthusiasm for the porridge was not little.

She estimated her appetite and ordered two bowls of shrimp. For example, su xiaoxiao didn't eat shrimp because she felt itchy and had slight allergic symptoms. She had no choice but to not eat it.

Actually, the congee was almost cooked. Just when the customers came in, Yuan Zhou finally sprinkled some vegetables, chopped green onions, and other ingredients on it. Now was the time to take it out of the pot.

Yuan Zhou's estimation was right. One clay pot could scoop seven bowls of congee. However, the congee bowls prepared by Yuan Zhou were different from the ordinary ones.

The ordinary bowls used for eating were usually made of white porcelain, which was relatively light and thin. However, it wasn't suitable for claypot congee. After all, claypot congee had a special characteristic of being hot and fresh. Therefore, Yuan Zhou prepared a coarse porcelain bowl.

Although it was called rough porcelain, it was not rough at all. On the contrary, it had a bit of rough beauty. It was not the traditional brown but black. The body of the bowl was slightly thick, and the mouth was relatively large. It was oval in shape, making it look crude.

The black porcelain bowl looked big, but it didn't hold much. It was only about the size of a 200-gram bowl.

Normally, an adult would be 70 - 80% full after eating such a bowl of congee, which was almost the same for breakfast. However, this rule didn't apply in master chef Restaurant.

"This is the smell. It's so fragrant." Wu Hai let out a breath contentedly.

The bowl of porridge was soon carried to him. Wu Hai stared at the bowl without even blinking, as if he was afraid of running away.

Against the black color, the originally snow-white and smooth fish meat, the tender green scallions and vegetables, and the red prawns all made people feel that they were colorful.

He picked up the spoon and scooped up a spoonful of fish. He stuffed it into his mouth without caring about the heat. Other than the slightly scalding temperature, the fresh and slightly sweet fish meat and the crisp vegetables met in his mouth. It was tender, smooth, and crisp. The taste was wonderful.

"It's so comfortable," Wu Hai ate the congee one spoonful after another until his forehead was covered with sweat.

Not only Wu Hai, but most of the other customers were in the same state. The temperature of the claypot congee prepared by Yuan Zhou was a little higher than the usual congee, but it wasn't so hot that it couldn't be eaten. Instead, it was just right that it felt a little hot.

Eating it into the stomach could warm the stomach. This was also what Yuan Zhou thought of when he saw those guys drink too much and then saw the claypot. After all, even the peaches that didn't like drinking didn't drink less last night.

It just so happened that the few people who were drinking yesterday had made an appointment to come for breakfast today.

In addition, the temperature in Chengdu was inexplicably low this morning, so the claypot congee was just right for the rain, and everyone ate very comfortably.

The thick and soft congee, the fresh and tender fish, and the shrimp that could be eaten from head to tail all brought a good dining experience to the diners.

However, no matter how delicious the congee was, there were only 100 portions. Soon, breakfast time was over.

After sending su Ruoyan off, Yuan Zhou went into the kitchen immediately. Today was the first day of the seventh day. Yuan Zhou planned to cook something special for the rice. He would cook some rotten noodles with the broth, which was more suitable for breakfast.

"Give me some rice, this is yours." Yuan Zhou carried a big bowl to the back door and poured half of the bowl into the bowl of rice.

After a pause, he continued to pour the remaining half of the bowl into the clean bowl next to him.""This is for broth,"

After pouring the noodles, Yuan Zhou didn't leave. Instead, he squatted at the same place and planned to leave only after the rice was finished. After all, today was a special day.

However, rice didn't eat first today. Instead, he sniffed the two bowls and then shouted to Yuan Zhou,""Woof woof woof, woof woof."

Looking at the wet eyes of the rice, Yuan Zhou's face became a little gentler. He didn't reach out his hand to rub it, but just said in a low voice,""Don't worry, I'm fine. You have to eat more to grow stronger. "

Then, he seemed to have thought of something and continued,""The doctor said that you can't just lie there and not move. You have to exercise. After dinner, you can play with lots of meat and the others. Lots of meat is a mother too, so you must have something in common."

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