What's wrong with eating soft rice at thirteen?

Style: Historical Author: finger lingering fragranceWords: 2300Update Time: 24/01/12 08:53:30
After eating a few snacks, Zhou Zhihan walked down the stairs.

Seeing Zhou Zhihan coming down the stairs, the short-haired girl came over and handed over a wad of money: "Sir, this is the change for you."

Zhou Zhihan was stunned: "My money?"

"Yes!" the short-haired girl said with a smile, "Your lady left first just now and said you gave her the money to settle the bill first. This is for you, please keep it!"

Zhou Zhihan understood that He Ningyu paid the bill first and she left first, so the remaining money would naturally be given to him.

The short-haired girl has clear eyes. She is wearing a crimson Tang suit, a white apron, and a white hat. She grins: "Every time I see you coming, our store will prepare change in advance!"

Zhou Zhihan understood. To put it bluntly, he might just be a freeloader. Every time he came here to drink tea, He Ningyu would leave first and go downstairs to take a large amount of US dollars and prepay it on the counter, waiting for him to take it away when he went downstairs. .

What's wrong with eating soft rice?

Nothing wrong with getting something for nothing.

At least eating soft food is good for your teeth.

Before time travel, which loser didn't want to be taken care of by a rich woman.

Zhou Zhihan stretched out his hand with peace of mind, but the moment he accepted the money, there was a ding in his ear!

At the same time, a mixed fragrance that only Chinese people can understand wafted over.

Zhou Zhihan looked at the short-haired girl: "What day is it today? I seem to smell the smell of rice dumplings and the fragrance of mugwort leaves!"

The short-haired girl looked at Zhou Zhihan and smiled without saying anything. She pointed at the calendar behind the fat boss, who was still dozing off.

A calendar only used by Chinese people.

"Today is Qingming Festival?" Zhou Zhihan glanced at the calendar - Qingming Festival.

"Today is Qingming Festival, young man. I didn't expect you to still remember our old Chinese traditions. It's rare!" The fat boss, who had been dozing off with the Book of Changes in his hand, sighed, put down the book, and picked up the book. He opened the lid of his big teapot with one hand, let out a puff of air, then closed it and put it on the table. There was a water mark on the crescent-shaped mark on the edge of the teapot.

The fat boss picked up the folding fan and shook it a few times in front of his chest, making his short hair float up: "Young man, if you like the taste of zongzi, please stay for lunch!"

"Excuse me!" Zhou Zhihan was not polite. As he spoke, a stream of clear water came out from under his tongue.

The kitchen is very clean, with several dishes placed on a large Chinese-style table.

A plate of peanuts,

A plate of pork head,

A bowl of braised lion head,

A plate of braised fish cubes,

A plate of stinky tofu with a small bowl of homemade hot sauce on the side.

Two vegetarian dishes,

A rice bowl is filled with fragrant rice dumplings, hard-boiled eggs, whole cloves of cooked garlic,

There are also a few salted duck eggs. The shells are peeled off, and oil is coming out of the shells.

I also need a few small plates of pickled cabbage, spicy sauce, salt beans and other small side dishes.

There are also a few mugwort leaves on the table.

The fragrance of mugwort leaves and the fragrance of lotus leaves wrapped in rice dumplings immediately aroused the greed in Zhou Zhihan's stomach.

Oh my god, my mouth is watering.

The fat boss, Zhou Zhihan, plus the pastry chef and waiter, there are nine people in total.

The fat boss took out a bottle of white wine and two small wine glasses from the cabinet: "I have kept this bottle of Hengshui Laobaigan for almost a year. The trustee brought several bottles from China the year before last. I kept this bottle and still couldn't bear to drink it. , let’s drink it today.”

Zhou Zhihan quickly took the bottle, opened the cap, and poured the wine.

"Uncle!" The girl with such short hair peeled off a rice dumpling, put it in a bowl and handed it to the fat boss, "You drink less, or you will be dizzy and give the wrong money to the customer again this afternoon."

"Wrong change?" the fat boss said, "Ask this guy, he has been here so many times, and every time the girl pays the bill, it is either 50 or 100. When has I ever given him wrong change?"

Zhou Zhihan's heart twitched. It seemed that every time he came here, He Ningyu left early and paid the bill first. He was indeed being taken care of by a rich woman.

So happy!

"Uncle! I respect you!" Zhou Zhihan picked up the wine cup, and a smell of soy sauce floated over, the real Hengshui Laobaigan.

"Tsk!"

The fat boss carefully picked up the wine cup, squinted his eyes and smelled the aroma of the wine, took a big sip, and smacked his lips, "It still has the same smell, the smell of wine that can only be found in China!"

The fat boss finished two cups of wine and his face turned red. He picked up a few peanuts and a large piece of pig head meat and chewed: "Americans don't understand good food. They don't even eat pig head meat. Try it. I braised it myself last night, it’s absolutely authentic. I’m telling you, brother, I’m the only one in the United States to have this pork head meat, it’s authentic and delicious!”

Zhou Zhihan picked up a piece of pig head meat and put it in his mouth without saying anything. He gave a thumbs up and shook it. After eating, he touched the wine cup with the fat boss, picked up a piece of stinky tofu, dipped it in some hot sauce, and stuffed it. into his mouth: "Hmm... so authentic! When it comes to food, China is number one in the world!"

"If you like it, come to my place often. I'll ask my niece Shu Qin to make an authentic Chinese braised pork. It's definitely fat but not greasy. Just tap the table lightly and shake it three times, and it will melt in your mouth. ." The fat boss said, finishing the glass of wine.

Zhou Zhihan quickly took the wine bottle and filled it for him!

Looking at the way the fat boss was afraid of spilling the wine when he was holding the cup, we knew that he was a greedy drinker, but his drinking capacity was average. After a few drinks, his fat face became rounder, and he talked more and was a little sticky: "Young man, since you haven't been here for the past half month, I thought you had returned to China. Your girlfriend is very kind to you. For the past half month, she has come here on time to wait for you every day."

"Uncle!" Shu Qin took away the remaining half bottle of wine, "Auntie said you can't drink more than two cups. You've already drank six cups."

The fat boss's face was red and round. When he saw the wine bottle being taken away by his niece, his cheeks twitched but he could do nothing about it: "Shu Qin, give me the last cup, just one cup, you are full..."

Zhou Zhihan also looked at the girl and smiled flatteringly, "If you don't let us finish this bottle of Hengshui Laobaigan, I won't leave."

After bidding farewell to the fat boss, Zhou Zhihan rode his bicycle for a while, then found a bench in the park to sit down, took off his socks, and let his feet breathe.

Turn on the system.





Air combat coins: 1700+

(Note: The host receives a sum of US$93, which can be converted into air combat coins.)

Zhou Zhihan understood that this was the money left over by He Ningyu after he settled the account. The girl named Shu Qin gave it to him, so the money was his.

The system said that you can earn air combat coins in life, so that’s what it meant.

Zhou Zhihan clicked "convert" with his consciousness.

Air combat coins: 1793.

Zhou Zhihan went to a store, bought a pack of Marlboros, and then turned on the system. He still found 1,793 air combat coins.

grass,

Only entering but not exiting,

This is a bit of an unearned rush.

I bought a dozen pairs of socks and a dozen pairs of shorts.

Turn on the system.

Air combat coins: 1793.

Still can't get in or out.

Zhou Zhihan whistled, not caring about the strange look the female clerk gave him, and walked out of the store carrying a bag of underwear and socks.

Recently, I can continue not to wash my underwear and socks.

It makes me happy just thinking about it.

Although New York was prosperous at this time, it was just average in Zhou Zhihan's eyes. He rode around for a while and visited a few stores. After finding it boring, he returned to the military academy.