After a cup of Buddha jumped over the wall, not even a bit of dregs was left. Garland took out the towel he brought with him, wiped his sweaty bald head, and gave a satisfying burp.
carefree!
Garland felt that this was the most enjoyable meal he had eaten in the past two years. It was like jumping over a wall with a cup, and it was the most delicious soup he had ever eaten in his life.
"You...your hair has really grown out?!" Milo glanced at Garland's head, but his eyes suddenly widened, and he pointed at his head and said in surprise.
"Really?" Milo was startled and reached out to touch his head. The top of his head, which was originally bare, now felt like fine downs.
Milo took a closer look, nodded and said: "A little bit of fine down has grown out, and there are quite a lot of them. I think it can be done."
Milo and Garland have known each other for more than ten years, and they watched his head gradually expand from the hairline to the Mediterranean Sea. In the end, because he looked too much like a kappa, he had to compromise and become bald.
This process is irreversible. The hair falls but never grows.
But now, hair has grown back on his bald head, and it is still bald in the center.
"Stop touching it. If you touch it for a while, you'll lose money." Milo knocked off Garland's habitually bent hand, picked up the bright silver spoon, and took a look for yourself.
Garland held the spoon and looked for an angle for a while, and finally saw his shiny bald head in the spoon, as well as the faintly visible fluff on the bald head.
"This is really fine fluff, okay, okay! My bald head is finally going to be reborn!" Garland cried with joy, two lines of old tears falling uncontrollably, like a sixty-year-old baby.
Mag in the kitchen heard the sound and glanced outside, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. The joy of a gourmet is so boring.
"I told you I didn't lie to you." Randy said with a smile. He had already finished the mapo tofu, two bowls of rice and two meat buns, and not a single piece of braised pork was left.
Garland beamed with joy, patted Randy on the shoulder and said: "Brother Randy, you are really my benefactor. If Cahill treats you badly in the future, you come to me and I will protect you."
"Huh???" Randy looked at Garland with some confusion.
Cahill is the editor-in-chief of Carnism, and he is also the scary guy who reminds him of updates every day and even sends him a two-meter-long razor blade.
However, he had just met these two people and he had never mentioned that he was a gourmet. How did Garland know about Cahill? And you want him to hang out with him?
Milo kicked Garland under the table and signaled him to pay attention to his words with crazy eyes.
Garland soon realized that he seemed to have gotten carried away, and even blurted out the big words. He quickly changed the subject and said with a smile: "Aren't you the head gourmet of Carnism? My house is actually next to the Carnism magazine. I often meet the fat man Cahill when I have breakfast.
That guy is very stingy, not a good guy, and he likes to rush for manuscripts, so I'm afraid you'll suffer. If you really can't stand it, just follow me to the leather goods merchant. "
"That's it, it turns out you know Cahill." Randy suddenly realized, smiled and shook his head: "Thank you for your kindness, brother, but now gourmet food is no longer my main business, it's just a hobby to generate electricity for love. That’s all.”
"Um?"
Milo and Garland both looked at Garland in surprise.
"Aren't you on the rise now? Why don't you stop writing about being a carnivorous gourmet?" Milo couldn't help but ask.
“Writing is so tiring, it’s precarious, you’re urged to write every day, and you’re sent a razor blade from time to time. You rack your brains to write it, but you’re still criticized for being short.
Who are you looking down on? Who is shorter? You judge the truth, who is short?
Although it is a bit shorter, I am durable and have continued to output for so many years, right? Randy sighed.
Milo also sighed after hearing this. Who said it wasn't the case? Although he punched those merchants hard, he often looked at the heavy mailbox and could only call the waste collector to come.
Fortunately, he had a good mentality and got through the most difficult days by selling blades. Sometimes when he saw the blades, he still felt a little friendly.
"So, I have changed to collecting rent now. There is a woman who insists on pestering me. She puts a lot of keys in my hand and asks me to collect the rent for her. She is not happy if she doesn't collect the rent." Randy lifted the corner of his clothes and said, Revealing a large number of keys, he sighed, "Now I know that the life of a rich person is indeed simple and boring."
Milo: "???"
Garland: "???"
"After eating, I have to collect the rent again. I have to pay the public rent when I go back in the evening. Goodbye, two brothers." Randy stood up to pay and left, leaving the two of them messy in the wind.
"Speaking the toughest words and eating the softest food, this... is indeed a talent." Garland smacked his lips.
"Let's just be sad." Milo looked at Randy's retreating figure, and he didn't want to work hard anymore.
"Let's go too. We have gained a lot today and it was not in vain." Garland stood up and paid the bill.
"You're just going back?" After leaving the door, Milo looked at Garland and asked.
"Of course it won't work. I have to take another two courses of Buddha Jumping Over the Wall." Garland shook his head and smiled again: "We only have three days to go out this time. Wouldn't it be a waste to go back in one day? Of course we have to do it again." I need to learn more about this restaurant.”
"Do we have enough budget?" Milo glanced at him sideways.
"There is always a squeeze on things like budget." Garland didn't take it seriously, "Besides, as long as we can write a truly super hit article, the boss will definitely reimburse us all when we get back, so we can just eat as much as we want. "
"Then I very much agree to work for a few more days. It's best to get to know this restaurant from all aspects from morning to night." Milo nodded.
"Go back to the hotel now?"
"No, let's go around. I want to wait until Maimi's restaurant closes and talk to the restaurant owner." Garland shook his head.
"What to talk about?"
Garland smiled and said: "Since this article cannot find fault, it is best for us to get the story behind the food, so that we can distinguish it from vegetarianism and carnivorism. Otherwise, what difference do we have with those small magazines that have no pursuit? The difference is that the swarm of imitation and plagiarism will only give you some foot-washing water in the end.”
Milo thought for a moment and nodded. Garland was very good at controlling the content.
"I think that hot pot looks good. How about we try it tomorrow?" Milo's eyes were quickly attracted to the barbecue area next door. He looked at the devil who was eating while raising his head and spitting fire. It was funny and interesting. Looks like well worth a try.
