Happy Little Mayor

Unknowingly the weekend, I wish you a happy weekend, thank you for your support!

Pharaoh made this decision happily. There was still some lamb left to entertain Mueller last time. He asked Bowen to chop the meat with a kitchen knife and prepare flour and noodles. `

The cowboy is lazy, muttering: "I said all right when I followed you. I didn't need to cook ..."

Mexican pretty boy walked into the kitchen and said, "Boss, do you want to work? I'm here, you can take care of the whole situation."

Wang Bo glanced at the cowboy obliquely.

The noodle job was given to Liang Zai. Pharaoh prepared the onion **** and mixed the seasoning. After the cowboy chopped the meat, they mixed it together, and then poured some peanut oil to make dumpling stuffing.

As for the dumpling skin, neither cowboy, Liangzi, nor Charlie would. Pharaoh rolled up his sleeves and said, "Come on, learn from me and get ready to start."

The cowboy said, "Can we help you in other ways?"

"such as?"

"Applause? Shout for cheer?"

Pharaoh raised his kitchen knife and asked, "Can you do it?"

"Don't do it!"

The captain flew in and stopped on the shoulder of the cowboy after circling for a week. The little paw stomped on and said, "Ah, handsome, ah, handsome, hello."

The cowboy laughed and said, "Boss, your bird has betrayed. It belongs to me now, but why is it smelly?"

The mexican probe looked over his shoulder and said, "Bowman, you better turn your head and look. I think the captain stepped on cow dung and rubbed it on your clothes."

As soon as the cowboy turned his head, the captain flew away and called: "Ah, ah, the captain loves to clean! Ah, the captain wiped the shit!"

"Fack-squid!"

The cowboy finally didn't have to make dumplings himself, Pharaoh and others thought he was too dirty.

Zhuang Ding also thinks he is dirty. He used to lie at the door to watch the rain. The cowboy used to look for it to play. He gave a scornful glance, got up and ran into the yard ...

Charlie Bao finally said to Wang Bo with bad intentions: "Wang, I just seemed to be picking my butt, and forgot to wash my hands."

Mexican pretty boy complained: "Why are you so sick? How can you eat dumplings."

Pharaoh smiled happily: "It's okay, I can separate the rotten dumplings he packs, and I'll give them to him later, whoever eats them!"

Charlie hurriedly said, "I'm actually kidding. You won't believe it, right?"

"Hehe.`"

Charlie pulled out his cell phone and said, "Or I'll give you a surprise, and you forgive me for the stupid words I just said."

"What surprise?" Pharaoh took the cell phone with a doubt. There was a piece of news: "Paris reappears the poem of God, the battle between the two heroes wins Christie's."

Seeing this news, Pharaoh remembered how important it is today. Christie's spring auction began. The first stop was in Paris, and his "Poems on the Bay" was filmed in Paris.

He hurriedly opened the news and introduced it, saying that Christie's once again showed a new "Bay Hymn" which caused a sensation in the literary and theological circles, and because this hymn was an old British noble family There are many generations of noble handwriting on the collection, so it is more valuable.

The "Soul of the Bay" filmed by Sotheby's in the previous two years was 14.16 million US dollars, equivalent to 20.5 million. This time, because there are gimmicks in the aristocratic collection, more people are interested.

After 16 rounds of competition, a Russian rich man won for 17.25 million US dollars, which is more than 3oo million US dollars more expensive than the previous one.

17.25 million US dollars, equivalent to 2.5 million million New Zealand dollars!

Pharaoh worked hard all of a sudden, waving a rolling pin in his hand and shouted, "You don't have to do it, buddy, I'm in charge, I'll make you full tonight!"

Tonight is destined to be a happy night. The dumplings are packed. Pharaoh hums the small song and puts the dumplings in the boiling water.

The fire was strong, and the dumplings quickly floated over their white belly. Bowen asked, "What makes the boss so happy?"

Mexican pretty boy scratched his head: "I don't know. He looked happy after seeing Charlie's mobile phone. Was Charlie helping him hook up with any beauty?"

When the dumplings were cooked, they were taken to a plate, and the Pharaoh shouted, "Go and get the wine out. Let's have two glasses tonight!"

"Can you drink wine with dumplings?" Charlie asked. "Isn't this a staple food?"

"Oh, aren't you Chinese-speaking? We have a Chinese saying: The more you drink, the more you drink! The other is called a table with a dog forever ... Xuete, this is not the same. In short, dumplings must be served with wine! "

It was raining outside, and the dumplings in the hall were white and hot. Pharaoh raised his glass and said, "Before drinking, as a leader ..."

Before he finished speaking, the cowboy snatched a dumpling into his mouth and shouted, "It's too late to eat first, Fack! I'm burned to death!"

Pharaoh sneered, hemp eggs are just dumplings, let you grab it again!

With a cough, he began his pre-dinner speech: "Good rain knows the season, midsummer Naisheng. Dive into the night with the wind, the moisturise is silent. The wild trails are dark, the castle fire is bright. Look at the red and wet places, and the flowers re-set the sun city ,how about it?"

Mexican pretty boy applauded: "Although I don't understand, it is rhyme, it must be a good poem!"

"Then start eating!"

The three Charlie were blowing cool air there, Pharaoh grinned, picked up a bowl of dumplings and filled it with cold water. After changing the water twice, the temperature dropped.

"Physics has been learned, and the reason why water is more thermally conductive than air?" Pharaoh said scornfully.

He ate a dumpling. The lamb had no smell. After the dumpling was bitten, the gravy, oil and water burst together, and then the delicious meatballs rolled into his mouth.

Pharaoh patted the table vigorously, and the three Charlie stared at him: "Boss, what do you talk about?"

"It's delicious! It's delicious!"

The Hara in the mouth of Zhuang Ding was almost flowing to the door. Pharaoh put it on a plate. He opened his mouth and swallowed it, and did not chew it. He swallowed two plates of dumplings.

It also knew that the dumplings were delicious, raised its head to look at Wang Bo, squinted and twisted its tail hard, and the thick big tail twitched as if the helicopter wings were spinning.

Adams-Georgetown, the president of Christie's Oceania, called and said, "Wang, my good friend, must you have read the news, right? If not, then I must give you a surprise."

"I saw, more than 25 million dollars, right?" Wang Bo said happily.

Adams said: "Yes, the money has arrived in our company's account today. The handling fee is 75%, which is NZ $ 19.125 million, and the final fee is ten thousand. The bank will call your account after reviewing it. "

When the funds arrived, the rain continued for a week. Double happiness came to the door. Pharaoh stood at the door and looked out into the distance. The bright weather was like his mood.

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