Naruto: Big Foodie

Wang Xiaoming distributed some beef **** to Zhong Yanhong, and instructed him to cook with big bone broth, so that the beef **** could bring out the ultimate umami flavor.

Zhong Yanhong said with a smile: "I see that you cook soup all day long in your kitchen. Do you use soup for cooking and never use water?"

Wang Xiaoming said: "Soup is also boiled with water. Use soup when you need to use soup, and use water when you need to use water. All are matched according to the needs of the ingredients."

He sent Zhong Yanhong out. When he turned around and was about to go back to the store, Mei Ruyu was walking out of Yingxu's gate with a person. Seeing Wang Xiaoming, Mei Ruyu waved to Wang Xiaoming, "Xiaoming, come here."

Wang Xiaoming walked over and said, "Sister Yu, is something wrong?"

Mei Ruyu said to Wang Xiaoming: "Let me introduce to you, this is teacher Zhao Liangyi, the screenwriter of the food column group of the provincial TV station, and he is also my friend. Teacher Zhao, this is Wang Xiaoming, the boss of Haibawang I told you. If If you haven’t found a more suitable subject, you can come to Haibawang to try it, I can say that their craftsmanship is second in the local area, and no one dares to be the first.”

Zhao Liangyi was in his forties, wearing a pair of glasses, a casual shirt and jeans, and a bookish air. He smiled kindly: "Boss Wang opened such a big restaurant at such a young age, which is really admirable."

Wang Xiaoming shook his hand embarrassedly: "Mr. Zhao has won the prize."

Zhao Liangyi thought for a while and then said: "That's right, our column group is doing a traditional food culture program across the province, taking the characteristic food of each region as the breakthrough point to explain the local people's eating habits and dig deep into it. The level of cultural heritage,…”

Wang Xiaoming nodded: "It sounds very meaningful. I've seen it, is it a program similar to that?"

Zhao Liangyi nodded: "Yes, we were inspired by it, but our program is more regional and cultural, which can be regarded as a summary of our local food culture. Boss Wang runs a large restaurant, not necessarily It’s suitable for taking pictures. We want to make something smaller and more specific, such as local specialty beef balls, licorice fruit, etc.”

Wang Xiaoming nodded: "I understand, I used to set up a stall selling oysters."

Zhao Liangyi laughed: "It turns out that Boss Wang also cooks oysters. Well, if I need to get materials next time, can I come to your place?"

Wang Xiaoming felt that this was a very meaningful thing, so he agreed without hesitation: "If you don't dislike it, Teacher Zhao can come to me."

Zhao Liangyi didn't stay any longer, he said goodbye to him and Mei Ruyu and left. Mei Ruyu said to Wang Xiaoming, "You should have asked him for a business card just now, to show that you take this matter seriously."

Wang Xiaoming scratched his ears: "If you don't think about it, it shouldn't matter. If you don't come, you won't lose anything."

"But if you come here, you'll make a lot of money. It's a free TV commercial. It's better than advertising yourself." Mei Ruyu said.

Of course, Wang Xiaoming also knows that this is really good, but the chance of winning the lottery is too small, and it is impossible for all good things to happen by himself, so he is not very keen on this free advertisement. Mei Ruyu was more enthusiastic than him, so she hoped that when she was filming Haibawang, she would also bring in the words Yingxu. ?

Although it was not very likely, Wang Xiaoming told Yang Ming about it: "If you really asked us to do it, do you think you gave us Haibawang a free advertisement?"

Yang Ming's interest was lacking, so he spread his five fingers and pressed on Wang Xiaoming's head: "Don't dream, there is no free lunch in the world."

Wang Xiaoming dodged his head back: "If you really ask us to do it, you can go to battle."

"Don't think about it, I'm not ashamed."

"How can this be shameful?" Wang Xiaoming shouted.

"I don't sell my face." Yang Ming reiterated.

Wang Xiaoming rolled his eyes: "What a stubborn old man."

Returning to the new house at night, looking at the brand-new room and furniture, Wang Xiaoming's mood couldn't help but be soaring: A beautiful life is starting!

The bathroom is Wang Xiaoming's most satisfying place. It is spacious and clean. It also has a bathtub. In the future, you can take a bath just like the show on TV.

On the first day of his stay, Wang Xiaoming decided to enjoy the bathtub. After he settled down on Wang Bing, he waited for Yang Ming to cool off before going in to take a bath. Wang Xiaoming found that taking a bath is really comfortable. The buoyancy of the water supports people, floating and sinking, just like swimming in the sea. Speaking of swimming, summer is here again, you can go to the sea, and then take A Bing to swim in the sea.

Wang Xiaoming rested his head on the edge of the bathtub and soaked his body in the water. Because it was so comfortable, others fell asleep. I don't know how long it took, only to hear a loud "crashing", Wang Xiaoming only felt his body suddenly vacated, and hurriedly opened his eyes to see, Yang Ming wrapped his arms around himself, his face was very ugly: "You don't want to die?"

Wang Xiaoming was inexplicable: "Why, let me down! How did you get in? Get out." There was nothing on him, and he was naked in the air.

Yang Ming frowned and said, "You can drown yourself in a bath. Do you know how long you have been soaking?" He said and put Wang Xiaoming into the water.

Wang Xiaoming only felt a chill~www.readwn.com~ It turned out that he had soaked for too long, and the water was completely cold. He didn't feel it when he soaked in it, and he couldn't stand it when he came out and went in again. He rolled and crawled out of the bathtub, getting water all over the place. Crawling out, he found Yang Ming still standing by the bathtub and didn't move, he quickly turned his back and said, "Why are you still here, go out. How did you get in? My door is locked."

Yang Ming shook the key in his hand: "You have been soaking in for an hour. If I don't come in, you will drown."

Wang Xiaoming turned on the faucet to take a shower: "Okay, let's go out."

Yang Ming shrugged, knowing that Wang Xiaoming was shy, he walked out.

He didn't know that when she was eating Jiji Xingliao, Yi Sehui often only wrapped her lower body in the kitchen to cook, and she had already trained Yang Ming with an unbreakable heart.

Soon after moving to a new home, both of them got their driver's licenses. Yang Ming proposed to buy a car, a Buick Regal of more than 200,000 yuan. Originally, Wang Xiaoming wanted to buy a pickup truck, which could sit on people and pull goods. Yang Ming said that it would be time to buy another truck. Ask a driver to drive the truck to load the goods, and they will drive the car by themselves.

Wang Xiaoming was driving a new car and felt a lot of emotion in his heart. He didn't expect to become a family with a car and a house so soon. Yang Ming said that the garage is already there, and there are two plans next. One is to save money to buy a house, open a branch or simply move, and the other is to open the branch to the city, where the consumption level is higher and the money more people.

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