delicious master

Chapter 11 Witness

The man was Ning Zhiyang, so there was no need to think about the young woman who was with him, it must be Tao Meifang.

Young Tao Meifang wore a pair of ponytails, half of her face was sitting under the red padded jacket, leaving only a pair of eyes staring out porphyrin porphyrin.

Watching the two people walk into Dongju, Tang Xiaokang thought for a while and followed quickly.

Stepping into the East Residence, except for the season, there is no difference between the furnishings inside and the future, but Tang Xiaokang discovered one thing, not only Ning Zhiyang can't see himself, it seems that everyone here can't see his existence .

But one bad thing is that you can't stay ten meters away from Ning Zhiyang and Tao Meifang, otherwise you will be blocked by an invisible wall.

"Why is it so expensive? A bowl of mutton soup costs [-] cents? Why don't you grab it?!"

Seeing the recipes on Dongju, young Ning Zhiyang complained in a low voice. His monthly salary was only four yuan. After excluding daily consumption and what he gave to his family, he only had more than one yuan left on hand.

"Or let's change to another one, this one is too expensive!"

Also looking at the price list with some embarrassment, Tao Meifang, who was also young, stood beside Ning Zhiyang and said that she just wanted to have a meal with him, but the price of such expensive dishes really caught her off guard.

Hearing Tao Meifang's words, Ning Zhiyang looked a little hesitant. Seeing the other people in Dongjuli eating hot food, the vague aroma was really alluring.

In the end, Ning Zhiyang gritted his teeth and said, "Eat! You're here, why don't you eat it? Since Sister Chen recommended it, the taste must be good. Isn't it only [-] cents, I can still afford it!"

Speaking of which, Ning Zhiyang yelled at the back kitchen and ordered two bowls of mutton soup.

The hot mutton soup is served, with a familiar color. Tang Xiaokang has been drinking this bowl of soup since he was three years old until he graduated from junior high school. Every winter, as long as he wants, he can drink this Cantonese style that so many people have expected mutton soup.

Tang Xiaokang used to think that the food in this world is like this, knowing that he went to high school, and the closed high school life made him only able to eat in the school cafeteria.

From then on, Tang Xiaokang realized that what his grandfather once said was correct, most people in this world are not eating, but raising pigs...

To be honest, in the village, the Erya raised in the pigpen in the village eats better than this one.

Compared to Tang Xiaokang, young Ning Zhiyang and Tao Meifang did not have such treatment, so when they tasted the mutton soup made by the old man for the first time, the two of them had no time to admire it.

And Tang Xiaokang looked at his grandfather from the other side. The difference between Comrade Tang Youwei's appearance when he was young and his current appearance was not that big. At most, he looked older. It still looks very ambitious.

The once young collagen made his face look old, which is completely different from Tang Xiaokang's impression.

Just when Tang Xiaokang was about to follow up and take a look for himself, he realized that he had already reached the limit of ten meters.

He had no choice but to turn back and look at Ning Zhiyang and the others, stuffed with dog food.

Ning Zhiyang and Tao Meifang looked affectionate and affectionate, Tang Xiaokang felt that he had received a ton of critical blows.

Some people just like to show affection when they have nothing to do, and they don’t consider other people’s feelings. They don’t care about showing off, but they insist on opening your mouth and stuffing dog food into it.

It's fine to stuff you with dog food, but I still have to ask you if it's good.

It’s okay to ask you if it’s good or not, the worst thing is to let you write your experience!
……

However, the love between the two is really touching. After all, it is too sweet. Looking at Tao Meifang's eyes looking at Ning Zhiyang, Tang Xiaokang felt that he could squeeze out water.

After watching all this while eating dog food, Tang Xiaokang left Dongju with the two of them, but just after he stepped out of Dongju, he couldn't move anymore.

Tang Xiaokang could only stand there and watch the two people holding hands and leaving, disappearing into the alley.

The fog surged up again, and then the screen changed.

It was a rainy night, the sky was thundering brightly, at the entrance of Dongju, the man in black was knocking on the wooden door continuously, with a sound of impact, which gradually overshadowed the noise of the raindrops.

"Master Tang! Master Tang!"

The man's shout made the lights in Dongju come on. Tang Youwei got up from the bedroom on the second floor and walked out. Thanks to his muscular body, he didn't panic at all when he was knocked on the door in the middle of the night.

When he opened the door, he saw Ning Zhiyang's panicked face.

"Xiao Ning?"

Seeing the man in front of him, Tang Youwei looked a little surprised.

"Master Tang, Fangfang is about to give birth, but I just want to drink a bowl of mutton soup. I really can't help it. I beg you, can you work hard and help me make a bowl! Please! It's not in vain. I brought money, money for a barrel of mutton soup!"

On a violent rainy night, Ning Zhiyang stood there wearing a black raincoat, and cautiously said to Tang Youwei, his eyes full of pleading.

He knew that what he had done was a little too much, but when he thought of Tang Meifang's hard work, Ning Zhiyang felt that he should try.

"Isn't it born the day after tomorrow! Why is it going to be born now?"

"The fetal gas is moving, and I'm going to give birth a little prematurely."

"Cantonese-style mutton soup will take some time, just wait!"

Knowing that the matter was urgent and that he was an acquaintance, Tang Youwei didn't hesitate much, said something to Ning Zhiyang, then walked directly to the back kitchen, and spoke to Ning Zhiyang at the door.

"It's raining so hard, come in and sit down quickly, don't break yourself down, you have to take care of baby Fangfang after giving birth!"

Seeing Tang Youwei agreeing so readily, Ning Zhiyang's eyes were filled with gratitude, he wiped the water from his face, and agreed.

Standing in the hall, not looking at the back kitchen.

Knowing that the other party's handicraft was handed down from his family, Ning Zhiyang restrained himself from entering and disturbing others, and just walked anxiously in the hall.

It took nearly two hours for Tang Youwei to serve it in a large glass bowl, and the pale golden soup looked extraordinarily dazzling in the dark.

Smelling the familiar smell, Ning Zhiyang immediately put a smile on his face, and quickly thanked Tang Youwei.

"Thank you, Master Tang. I'm really sorry to bother you so late and make you work hard. How much does this bucket of soup cost? I'll pay first."

He handed the mutton soup to Ning Zhiyang, but Tang Youwei didn't take it. The other party took out a handful of paper tickets from his pocket.

He waved his hand and said, "It's nothing serious. Anyway, I've woken up around this time in the past, just a little earlier. There is no charge for this bowl, so it's my congratulatory gift to you. Having a baby is a great event, so hurry up and accompany Fang Fang."

Smiling, he said to Ning Zhiyang that the other party had come to Dongju for dinner not once or twice, so Tang Youwei was very familiar with their husband and wife, and Dongju had witnessed their love, marriage, and now their birth , for Tang Youwei, this is already a very meaningful thing.

Hearing Tang Youwei's words, Ning Zhiyang was stunned, and then quickly said: "What's the matter, you have to make a big bucket for making a bowl of mutton soup, and it won't all be wasted by then, how can you let it go?" Such a waste!"

As he said that, he was about to stuff the money into Tang Youwei's hands.

"Oh, I said no. This mutton soup will taste better if it is simmered for two hours. It can be used as soup stock during the day. Nothing will be wasted. Go to the hospital quickly!"

After saying that, he pushed Ning Zhiyang and walked towards the door.

Ning Zhiyang couldn't resist, so he could only thank Tang Youwei repeatedly, then held the mutton soup in his arms and ran away...

(End of this chapter)