The Days of Opening a Restaurant on an Abnormal Earth

"Come, come, don't sit still, let's cook. I'm hungry!" Huang Gang has already pulled out a pair of disposable sanitary chopsticks from the chopstick holder. He skillfully tore open the package, then put aside the chopsticks, and then used two chopsticks to scratch each other to remove the unpolished wooden thorns.

Judging by his level of proficiency, he can be sure that when he was in college, he often ate fried rice, fried noodles and fried noodles at the stalls in front of the school.

"Xiao Hei, serve me all the toppings from your family. I'm starving to death. Bring me a bottle of that beer too. Serve the garlic first."

Lao Zhang stood up with his hands on his waist, and he glanced at Huang Gang: "Old Huang, you don't want to mess around today. You drink beer and eat garlic. You are not afraid to go home with the smell of alcohol and garlic. Wife cut you."

"Hi, it's okay. My wife is on a business trip and won't be back until three days later. I have been free for three days." Huang Gang said in a very bachelor way: "The days of freedom are numbered now, so cherish it for a while. Grab it Spend as much time as you can. Freedom, freedom, how many people have made mistakes in your name. Of course, I didn’t make mistakes. I just want to have some delicious food. Hey, Xiao Hei, what are you doing? Well, when the topping is done, serve it to me."

Huang Gang was really rude in Lao Zhang's shop, and he was already so familiar with him. And this bastard has taken away a lot of benefits from himself.

The rent reduction and exemption, the policy to come, and the attention of the superiors. Which one did not help him lead the way by himself. I am here to drink and drink, I have the confidence.

Open the bottle and go bravely to the end of the world, 呲~tontonton~, aha~

Lao Huang felt that all the 36,563 cells in his body and mind had been satisfied. Take two bites with the toppings brought by Xiao Hei, happy like a fairy. As a serious patient with strict wife control, Lao Huang's pursuit of freedom is so plain and boring.

Not to mention, the fried toppings that Lao Zhang made for the noodles are all delicious. Whether it’s Shanghai Style Spicy Pork (Note), Babao Chili Sauce (Note), Salted Vegetable Bamboo Shoots or Sauce Meatballs, the taste of these toppings is no worse than the small stove dishes that are seriously fried by chefs in big restaurants outside.

Use a medium-sized plate, and put two taels of each dish.

Not too much, not too little, just right for one person to drink.

The old rice wine drank happily, and Zhang Tong groaned with pain in his back.

Lao Huang asked: "Why do you walk slowly while covering your waist and pouting your buttocks?"

Lao Zhang replied: "The family affairs are fine, thank you for not worrying."

Lao Huang smiled: "It must be the strain of the lumbar spine. I have a patch that can cure all diseases. You have a good waist and a good waist, and you can be king day and night and eliminate all diseases."

Lao Zhang suspected: "If so, ask the big name, if it is really effective, I will cover it all."

"It's really effective, it's really effective. I've used clinically specific medicines for more than ten years. For more than ten years, my waist doesn't hurt, my legs don't feel sore, and working overtime day and night has miraculous effects!"

Lao Zhang and Lao Huang looked at each other and laughed in unison.

"Why do I feel that there is something wrong with the painting style of the two of them?" Standing at the door of the back kitchen, Xiao Hei leaned against the wall, he asked Da Hei suspiciously: "Do you know what they are doing?"

Dahei, who was fighting against a mountain of dishes and bowls, had no time to raise his head to pay attention to him, but just replied with a grunt: "You don't need to understand the knowledge of middle-aged men. When you get older, your painting style will be as good as it is." They are equally strange. Let me give you a piece of advice, eat more oysters while you are young."

"Why?"

"Don't ask so much to make a living, just do what I tell you. I won't hurt you." Da Hei glared at Xiao Hei, and Xiao Hei felt a chill on his neck for no reason.

Zhang Tong clutched his waist and walked into the kitchen to make stewed bean noodles for Lao Huang. Although he said that he had an injury on his waist, Zhang Tong carried forward the glorious tradition of his predecessors, and a minor injury could not be out of line.

Although there are some minor injuries, Lao Zhang's ability to cook is still online all the time.

The bean stewed noodles were cooked in an orderly manner. Taking advantage of the stewed noodles, Zhang Tong looked at Lao Huang who was eating and drinking, and asked curiously: "What's the matter with Lao Huang, now the Special Investigation Bureau doesn't care about lunch or the cafeteria of your unit?" It's so bad that you can't even eat it?"

"What's that called? I can't eat what it's called. I really want to say it's low-grade." Lao Huang finished a bottle of Braving the World and then opened another bottle to be happy together.

"You drank two bottles of wine at noon today, so you don't have to go to work in the afternoon?"

"No need, no need. Jiang Hua from your family helped me go to the shift."

Zhang Tong's firepower for making braised bean noodles has increased a little.

"Oh, what do you say? Isn't she resting today?" Zhang Tong tried his best to keep a smiling face, not showing any flaws.

"Hey, isn't this a temporary reception? I just finished it here, and some wanted criminals from South America have been handed over. The meaning above has always been handled by Jianghua. Last time Wan Changqing sneaked back to Huaihai, wasn't it also Jianghua Was it caught?"

Lao Huang's explanation made sense.

Zhang Tong's firepower for making braised noodles was a little bit weaker, so he asked curiously, "Why, did you take pictures of someone to go to South America to do law enforcement abroad?"

"How is it possible? I haven't heard that old saying. South America is too far from heaven and too close to the United States. We will not send people to enforce the law so close to the United States. It is easy to prick the sensitive and fragile nerves of the old United States. Wouldn't it be terrible if something like the Cuban Missile Crisis happened out of nowhere." What Lao Huang said was not unreasonable.

"So, how did this man come back?" Zhang Tong glanced at the stewed noodles with beans, um, all right, out of the pot.

Zhang Tong brought the stewed noodles with beans to Lao Huang: "Did this wanted criminal come back and turn himself in?"

"Impossible, what do you think? There are mercenaries who have captured them. After all, these wanted criminals have bonuses. Although they are not many, there are some. It's just that there are not many people in the international mercenary market over the years. These arrest missions released by China are nothing more. After all, it is very troublesome to catch people alive." Lao Huang took a bite of the braised noodles: "Hey, that's not right, Lao Zhang. Haven't you been cooking for a long time, and your skills are trending Why don't these noodles taste as good as before?"

Zhang Tong turned around and left without turning his head: "That's because you drank too much beer and your mouth was numb, so you can't drink the taste."

"Yeah?"

"Yes. So smoke less and drink less, otherwise you will become a ruthless eating machine with no sense of taste in the future."

Zhang Tong's warning was a bit sensational, and Lao Huang almost choked.

Lao Huang was eating noodles with his head down, Lao Zhang was rubbing his waist in the back kitchen, and Xiao Hei was supervising Da Hei washing the dishes. Just when this small shop was in a warm and quiet moment, a group of noisy guys walked in.

They yelled in broken Chinese: 'Eat~! '

ps: ask for tickets~ang~