Jinxi District is located in the central hinterland of Southern Province G. It was originally only a county-level district relying on the provincial capital. It has a small population, but is poor and backward. It was at the beginning of 2000 that the universities in the province re-planned to expand and built a new campus here, and Jinxi District began to develop.
The new campus is located on the Jinxi River. The campus is full of lush trees, the environment is good, and the air is very fresh. There is an old street behind the school. There is a street food stall. There is everything from pancakes to fried rice. As soon as the class was over, the students swarmed over and were extremely lively. The residential area is across from the old street. Some people watched the street foods were selling well, and they were also thinking. The house was changed, and a delicate small sign was placed at the door, which was a clean and warm little restaurant.
Just after school at noon, a few girls laughed out of the school building and went straight to the "My Restaurant" across the street. This restaurant has just opened for less than two months, and the price is not expensive, but the dishes are exceptionally well-prepared and have become quite famous among students. It was a little late when they went. The room was full of people. The boss Wang Qin had just finished the meal and was too late to breathe, and hurriedly took people to the small yard behind the house, where there were still several places.
Wang Qin took out a small book from the pocket of the bib and finished the order for them, and was about to go to the kitchen. The girl at the other table in the small courtyard opened his mouth: "Boss, the place pork liver we just ordered can be replaced with Beijing "Spicy pork sauce" Wang Qin flipped over the small book and saw that the dishes were not fried yet. she ran into the kitchen and yelled at the person standing next to the stove with his back to her: Switch to Beijing sauce shredded pork. "
Mu Ran was holding a spoon to load the dishes, and when he heard the sound, he could not turn back, only nodded and said, "I see!"
When Wang Qin heard that someone was coming outside, she quickly brought the dishes that Mu Ran had just cooked and hurried out. Mu Ran wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, and turned to look at the menu on the cabinet again, and turned on the fire to prepare the next table.
At 12:30, the number of people gradually decreased, and it was almost 1 when it was really idle. Originally, there were three people in the restaurant, but today Wang Qin's daughter is not present, and there are only two people, Mu Ran and Wang Qin. After busy at noon, he was really tired.
Wang Qin shoved the dishes that were too late into the sink, glanced at the corner of the eye, and coughed, "I have no appetite today, so I won't eat it at noon."
Mu Ran was lowering his head and brushing the pan, and when he heard the words frightened, he was about to speak, but Wang Qin opened her mouth one step ahead: "I don't think you need to cook any more, just go outside and eat something." The washing of her dishes on her hands was very sloppy, and her expression on her face was very natural, as if she didn't feel anything wrong with her words.
Mu Ran slightly smiled helplessly, but said nothing, and nodded in response.
In fact, when I first came here, I said that it was good for rice, but the so-called rice was just to add Mu Ran with chopsticks when Wang Qin's mother and daughter were eating. White rice is eaten casually, but there are only two dishes, and the portion is still small. Mu Ran is a big man with a thin skin, so why bother to grab it from two women, and chopsticks stretch out 5 or 6 times for a meal. Already. Later, after a long time, Wang Qin saw that Mu Ran can be bullied, and he wouldn't even care about the rice. Leng Buding came here and asked him to pay for it.
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RomanceIf there really is a God, if there really is an afterlife; Please, give me a home. - Mu Ran I don't Own the Picture or the Story. For Offline Purpose.