Jinghua little cook

Hua Erniang recognizes her lover, Li Yuexian cuts her love to save her husband, and... charms Fengluan to make friends.

No matter how you listen to these operas, they have nothing to do with the family carnival.

When Lu Xiling read the playbook again, his three views were a little bit blown.

"That's not okay. It's good for all ages to watch the theater during the Chinese New Year."

Eighteen forbidden daba.

Lu Xiling snatched the food from Qiu Yenan's hand with a serious expression.

Qiu Yenan smiled, before the Chinese New Year, his chin was rounded, and he smiled like a living Maitreya.

The purpose of the clanging in the room was to set up a stage for Lan Yuan, but when he faced the delicious food, he forgot all the serious things.

Qiu Yenan said: "Or else you still think too little."

"The famous actors in the garden can't be released, and the good shows have to be staged by dignitaries and dignitaries, but we also have our own characteristics, don't we?"

Lu Xiling pursed his lips.

Does she think less?Obviously thinking too much.

Recently, her mind has been the hardest, and no matter how much walnuts she eats, she can't make up for it.

"Yes, yes, Boss Lu has worked hard." Qiu Yenan smiled, pressing his elbows on the edge of the counter and said, "Who made our family rank first in the gluttony list? It doesn't depend on Boss Lu's brains and skills? "

It seems that the gluttonous list has really made Yueling Restaurant a household name.

Qiu Yenan raised his eyebrows.

He whispered: "You don't know, I also saw this Anonymous."

Lu Xiling paused, and the two of them leaned together as if talking to each other, listening carefully to Qiu Yenan's eloquence.

Mr. Neixiu, who likes to travel and play in mountains and rivers, mourns his loving mother, and all kinds of clues are twisted together like twine. Lu Xiling feels that this man is somewhat similar to the man who likes to write a diary.

"Have you seen him?"

Lu Xiling wasn't sure for a moment, so she could only say: "Maybe, he is indeed a gentleman with a good tongue, he is also easy to learn, he can be called a glutton, but he is not that old."

"That's it!" Qiu Yenan said excitedly: "I thought it was some new news for you, but I didn't expect you to be one step ahead of me!"

Lu Xiling shrugged: "After all, it's the diners in the restaurant, how could I never see them?"

"Pa-ta", Qiu Ye Nan folded his fan and tapped his head, suddenly realizing.

For a moment, both of them laughed, and laughter filled the corner of the restaurant, Bean Sprouts by the counter also laughed when they heard what they said.

Qiu Yenan had an idea, and said: "Yes, since we are selling food, why don't we use food as a playbook and create our own opera?"

Lu Xiling was startled.

She also thought of this idea, but then she was too busy and forgot about it. Now that Qiu Yenan mentioned it, she had a better idea.

"Since vegetables are used as the playbook, why not use Buddha Jumping over the Wall as the model for the creation?"

No mention of Buddha, no mention of novice monks, just as diners came over the wall after smelling the smell, just creating a comedy.

Qiu Yenan applauded, his thoughts welled up, and he wished he could go back and write and splash ink at this moment.

On the other hand, Bean Sprout's eyes also lit up, thinking that this idea is really brilliant, better than those scripts she read.

Just as Lu Xiling said, those books really ruined the three views, either romantic or butterfly waves, but such a person has a promising ending, which is really puzzling.

No wonder A Ling often taught her to read less miscellaneous books.

However, Bean Sprout laughed for a while and couldn't stop laughing, so she tugged on Lu Xiling's sleeve under the counter.

Lu Xiling didn't realize it, and was just talking about the reason why there is no reason to pull the brakes on her head.

It wasn't until the person at the door coughed twice that she regained some sobriety.

Oh.

Thought who it was.

Isn't it Bai Erlang?

Qiu Yenan turned his head, his face changed like turning over a book, he didn't eat, he didn't think about ideas, he spun his feet, almost kneeling for Bai Ye.

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