Alien Snack Bar

"Good." Qin Fei promised to come down.

Han Cheng sighed and invited again: "Qin boss please come in."

Qin Fei stepped into the courtyard.

There are very few outsiders in the retreat, and the appearance of Qin Fei suddenly attracts the attention of the old people.

Han Cheng introduced: "Grandfather, today's Taiping Festival, I asked Qin Boss to give us a good meal. Do you applaud and welcome?"

The old people responded flatly, and a one-eyed old man said: "Which restaurant?"

"Outside the snack bar." Qin Fei self-reported the door.

"Snacks?" The one-eyed old man turned his head and yelled at Han Cheng. "King turtle son, eating snacks on the Taiping Festival? Laozi wants to eat a big meal and eat Lin Kee's seafood!"

"Are you corrupting the imperial court again!"

Han Cheng endured the skunk, but he laughed and said: "Hey grandfather said, although the Qin boss is a snack, it can be a cow. Yesterday, a chef from Jingzhou came to Yunjiang County to scream, what is Lin Kee Wang Ji Zhu Ji All lost, and finally the boss of Qin turned the tide!"

"I don't listen, I don't listen, Wang Ba Nian Jing." These old people are old, but like a urchin, licking their ears and saying, "Today is not the seafood of Lin Kee, even if I am starving, die outside, from here. Jumping down, you will never eat a bite!"

Qin Fei felt that this sentence was familiar. Han Cheng still wanted to say something. Qin Fei smiled and said: "Which is the kitchen? I am ready to prepare."

Han Cheng took Qin Fei to the kitchen, and the stove inside was still boiling Chinese medicine. Han Cheng explained: "Grandpa Wu and Zhou Grandpa have recently been infected with the cold. If Qin boss cares, I will move the stove outside."

"No, you are going to be busy with you, the kitchen is handed over to me." Qin Fei is not so pretentious, the taste of Chinese medicine is not poison.

Qin Fei cleared the ingredients. Han Cheng did not pick the rotten leaves and leaves, and they all bought the best. Qin Fei immediately started to clean the vegetables and marinate the meat.

Han Cheng was called by the old people to drink, and occasionally got a free time, to help Qin Fei hit hands.

"You go to the break," Qin Fei said.

"It doesn't matter, every day, I am used to it." Han Cheng smiled.

Qin Fei’s heart was not a taste, and finally he sighed and asked: “Have you ever thought about what to do in the future?”

The imperial court has no problem with this mess. Although the old people can't spend a few dollars on food, they are sick and take medicine. These are big heads.

Now that there is no source of income for the retreat, I am afraid that it will soon be unopened.

"I planted some food in the back mountain and I can eat it in a few days."

Next, Han Cheng is portraying his vegetable garden, planting some dishes, how good the growth is, and living like a child with a perfect score.

Qin Fei has a heavy face. With only a little vegetable, he can't maintain the livelihood of the retreat, but he really can't bear to break the other's fantasies.

At this moment, the court suddenly heard a cry: "Han Cheng, come over, Lao Zhao is sick again."

The movement in this yard was very loud, and the chicken flies and the dog jumped. Qin Fei also went out to see the situation.

I saw an old man with a foot on the slope, clutching a broom, and chasing the other old man in the yard. He still shouted in his mouth: "Take off, take your life!"

Han Cheng said to Qin Fei: "Zhao Grandpa was a soldier guarding the customs outside the country. Once he was attacked, the entire legion was dead. He and his grandfather climbed out of the body."

"Zhao Grandpa has fallen to the root of the disease, and his mind is unclear. As soon as he is sick, he will treat everyone as an enemy. Only Grandpa Jing can live in him. Unfortunately, Grandpa has gone a few months ago."

Speaking of this, the old man at the foot of the **** was carrying the broom, and wow it and killed it. Han Cheng saw it and quickly avoided it.

When Qin Fei’s machine moved, he took a bunch of Flammulina velutipes and said, “Xiao Zhao, what are you doing?”

The old man at the foot of the **** screamed: "Who are you? Why do you know my name is Zhao?"

"I am your boss!" Qin Fei has a flamingo mushroom, full of momentum.

The old man on the **** of the **** smashed, and immediately kneeled on the ground: "Boss, although the enemy is in a shackle, I am willing to fight to the end!"

Qin Fei’s eyes were red: "The soldiers under the hands of Laozi, there is no such thing, but the enemy has been completely destroyed. Now you are immediately taking over the troops and returning to the room to have a rest!"

Han Cheng quickly indicated to other old men.

The old man at the foot of the **** looked around and he did not stand. He replied: "The end will be ordered!"

The old man at the foot of the **** returned to the room and fell asleep and snorted.

Everyone sighed, and Han Cheng went forward: "Qin boss, you still have a way, but you have never seen Jing Grandpa, why would you dress like this?"

"Without him, because everyone here is a template."

Qin Fei’s subtext is that his newly formed leader is the other old people present, and these old people are heroes of the Tianlong National.

This is just right, the old man looks at Qin Feishun's eyes, and the one-eyed old man screams: "Wait a moment, give your face and taste your dish."

"Thank you for your appreciation." Qin Fei smiled and turned back to the kitchen.

After a few hours, as night fell, Qin Fei stringed nearly a thousand pieces of ingredients, and smashed the bottom of the broth and red soup pot.

Put two square tables in the yard, and put two charcoal pots on each table of the Eight Immortals to heat the shabu-shabu.

Not long after ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the pot boiled up, Qin Fei put the boiled ingredients into the pot and cooked it. When it was almost finished, he shouted: "Han Cheng, you can eat."

Han Cheng immediately helped the old people to sit in the room. Qin Fei demonstrated how to eat it all the time. The old people felt interesting and they started to use it.

Old people with good mouth, can eat beef, bad mouth, can eat hot tofu or quail eggs, within a pot, all tastes, everyone can find what they like.

"What is this? You actually gave us a pig's large intestine?" An old man picked up a string of pig's large intestines, his face suddenly changed, and he slammed the case.

Qin Fei has not explained that the one-eyed old man took the cap back and took the old man back to his seat: "When you were a soldier, you have been hungry and the bark has been eaten. What is your pretense?"

At first, it seems that this one-eyed old man said that he didn’t take a bite when he starved to death. Now he helped Qin Fei to talk.

The words are not rough.

It seems that no one can escape the law of true incense, and the facts are indeed true. The veterans have tasted the fat belly and what they are, and they do not feel sick, but they have robbed them.

"Qin boss, sit down and eat together." The veterans were not so stubborn when they ate, and they greeted with enthusiasm.

"Yes." Qin Fei took a bowl of white rice, stood on the edge of the table, while helping to scald, while listening to these veterans bragging, very much.

The veterans were old and their appetites were not very good. However, after this series of fragrant incense, each person ate two bowls of white rice, and finally took a bowl of hot pot soup and drank it. "Right, the Taiping Festival will have to eat such a meal."

"It's so happy to be able to come back from the battlefield."

In the distance, some people put fireworks.

The song and dance are flat, and the peace is coming.