Food starts with Mapo Tofu

Chapter 147 Dream Talk
In this kind of interview, it is not necessary to say how tall you are, how dedicated you are to your job.

It is in those flat and slightly cramped language that it appears to be more weighty.

It is these plain words and these plain faces that let the audience know that there are still many people in the world bowing forward in the corner of the mountain.

After watching this news, the atmosphere in the room became much more lively.

They kept toasting.

And Wang Chuang's face was flushed, but he didn't drink less wine at all. It could be seen that he was also very happy.

It was only in the afternoon that Wang Chuang got his honor medal, and he hung it up immediately without even being willing.

After drinking for three rounds, Factory Manager Ma was the first to fall down, and Chen Nian directly helped him onto the kang.

And Wang Chuang was the second to fall.

The main thing is that every time I drink, the director of the horse factory toasts Wang Chuang and takes a sip, and the old toasts Wang Chuang and takes another sip.

He was a little ashamed when he said it, and silently picked up the wine glass and took another sip by himself.

It is equivalent to a person who has drunk three times of old age, so can he not be drunk?

Although Chen Nian was also dizzy from drinking, he was much more conscious after all. After helping Wang Chuang to the kang, he saw Wang Chuang holding the certificate in his arms like a baby.

It says National Outstanding Forest Ranger in big bold characters.

王闯
"Father, have you been watching... your son is on TV... the national outstanding forest ranger, dad... there is a TV in the sky, you watch TV, you can watch your son when you turn it on."

"There are only 10 people in the whole country, and one of them is Chuang Zi. Go ahead and have fun, and show off to those people. Who said that watching the woods has no future, and their son can be on TV? No, but your son can!
"Father, if no one throws cigarette butts into the woods..."

Chen Nian listened to Wang Chuang chanting under the quilt on the kang, and after a while, he began to sob in a low voice. This was the first time Chen Nian saw such a big man secretly hiding under the quilt and crying.

"Oh...if only no one would throw cigarette butts into the woods..."

Chen Nian also sighed, and then began to clean up the leftovers on the table.

The unfinished ones were wrapped in a bag and placed on the table. Anyway, at this temperature, it will not be broken even if it is left tomorrow.

Put everything that can be put back together, wash off the used bowls, chopsticks and plates, clean up the wine glasses, and then put the wine back into the cabinet.

After finishing all this, Chen Nian poked the stove again and added some large pieces of coal to it.

Then lay back on the bed.

Just lying on the bed like this, feeling the temperature of the kang under the quilt, listening to the snoring of the other two sleeping.

One game and one sound louder, just like a marathon.

At this moment, Chen Nian even felt that if their two voices could maintain the same frequency to resonate, they might be able to shake the brick house down in the middle of the night.

The spirit of the wine is on the rise, and Chen Nian gradually begins to get confused.

Soon fell into dreamland.

After being drunk, Chen Nian had another dream. He dreamed that he was back to the time when everyone had dinner together at night.

Pork meat, tiger dishes, cornmeal porridge and ginseng wine, the table is full.

But just when they were about to move their chopsticks, the dishes on the table suddenly came alive one by one.

The first thing to change is the sweet and salty pot-packed meat. These two dishes turned into two twin beauties, but they both wore national costumes and began to dance on the table.

One was dressed brightly, and the other was dressed in a slightly darker color.

I don't know which ethnic dance they danced, but they danced with both rigidity and softness. The ornaments on the sweet-mouthed pot-packed meat are red, and with the twisting of the slender waist, there is a crisp jingling sound.

The ornaments on the salty Guobao meat are brown, and the sound is a little dull when dancing, but it complements the crisp bell.

Immediately afterwards, the transformation was stick noodle porridge and meat buns.

Stick noodle porridge has turned into a plain and handsome woman in peasant clothes, and beside her is a large field.

As she cracked the corn cobs rhythmically, the burly woman transformed into a meat bun was beating the big drum along with the rhythm.

And the ginseng wine also turned into a gurgling stream, flowing happily by the side of the field, bringing richness and abundance to the land.

But just when the old age was on the rise, the tiger dish suddenly transformed into a green nightshade!
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa," rushed towards the crowd.

Scared away the village flowers who were working, the twin sisters slipped and fell a big buttock.

Chen Nian has seen a picture of Yaksha, but he has never seen this pure green Yaksha, and he doesn't know if it is a genetic mutation or what.

Seeing that the girls were all pale with fright, Yasha smiled very satisfied, but this smile made him even uglier.

He turned his head to look at Chen Nian.

Then he took his weapon and charged towards Chen Nian.

"Ruaaaaa!"

Immediately afterwards... Chen Nian was startled awake.

After waking up, I was still scared for a while, thinking that the green thing was too scary.

The tiger dishes made by the horse farm manager are really overbearing!

But when Chen Nian opened his eyes, he found that the head of the racecourse had already put on his clothes and was putting on his hat.

"Where is Director Ma going? Have breakfast before leaving?"

Unexpectedly, the horse farm manager turned his head and said: "Don't eat, you should sleep a little longer, don't go out this morning, drank a lot of wine yesterday, take a good rest this morning."

Turn around and leave.

With the sound of the door being closed and the sound of the motorcycle engine starting outside, Chen Nian silently got up from the bed, enduring his headache, first poured himself a cup of warm water, wiped it all off, took another cup of hot water, and put it on Looking at the table in the middle.

You can drink it after Brother Chuang gets up in a while.

While starting to cook stick noodle porridge, Chen Nian recalled the steps and process of Wang Chuang making two kinds of pot-wrapped meat yesterday.

Then, looking at the large piece of tenderloin left, Chen Nian decided to try this dish when he was at night.

After cooking stick noodle porridge, Chen Nian started to heat up the dishes again. Yesterday's pot-packed meat hadn't been finished yet, mainly because everyone drank alcohol, so naturally they ate less food.

But at this time, Chen Nian couldn't help but took a piece of the already cold pot-packed meat and put it into his mouth. As a result, the dough was still soft after cooling down, and the meat was elastic and had a special flavor.

I thought that the two-point pot of meat would become very hard, but who would have thought that there would be a completely different taste.

And not to mention it tastes delicious.

A must try tonight!
(End of this chapter)