Contracting canteens in the future

What you can't get is the best, and what you can't eat is the best.

Eating the dishes made by my father every day feels nothing new, even a little disgusting, it is better to eat instant noodles once in a while.Now in kindergarten, he passes by various shops every day. He looks at the food eagerly, wishing to try everything, one at a time. He has a big belly and can eat it all!

The town of Bayland is not what it used to be, and more and more people are opening stores, from daily necessities to three meals a day, from beauty games to medical fitness, almost everything that is available outside is here.Once people settle down and have a good living environment, the quality of life can gradually improve, but anyone who comes to Bayland Town for the first time feels like a world away, which also leads to more and more people living in the small town. Settle down in the town, if you can't live in the town, you will live against the fence, if you can't live against the fence, you will live in the outer periphery, there are plenty of places.

There are too many people, so it's hard to manage.

The law and order system was born spontaneously, which made Rong Yi admire.

Even if the small town of Bayland develops into a city, the cafeteria is still the cafeteria, which is the core of the place. The number of people eating in the past is increasing day by day. Huang Yanbin's wish to go to other places to eat is frustrated every day, no, it is suddenly frustrated.In order to meet the needs, Rong Yi found two helpers, who have the talent to cook, the desire to learn, and the determination to endure hardships and stand hard work... The seemingly simple but very demanding income standard, he observed for a long time before he confirmed it. down.

This time Rong Yi didn't do it himself, taught him by hand, and didn't accept him as an apprentice. He gave the main task of leading people to Huang Yanbin and Mei Yiyi.Those two are not disciples of the Rong family's cuisine, but just one of the successors of the Hua family's cuisine.With the addition of two fresh blood, the tight work situation in the cafeteria has eased a little bit, and it is enough to recruit when there is a shortage of people in the future.

Far away, now it's time for dinner.

There are many restaurants selling food in the town. Following the dumpling shop and dairy shop, there are also fried chicken shops, salad shops, bakeries, etc. The first two are familiar to everyone, and they are also well-known inside and outside the town. Every day when Mian Mian passed by the dumpling shop, he would watch the big steamer set up outside the shop and leave. Baba looked like Rong Yi was abusing a child. He didn’t give him three meals a day. He obviously ate dumplings at home. Cry, Mianmian kids don’t like the diced carrots that Dad stuffs into the dumpling stuffing every time.

"Dad, I want a big one."

"You can't eat a big portion."

"I have a big belly." Mianmian stroked her belly.

Rong Yi, "Big enough to eat thirty dumplings?"

"Thirty..." Mian Mian hesitated.

"Every one is as big as your fist." Rong Yi exaggerated, but the dumplings sold in the dumpling shop are really big.

Mianmian stretched out his fists to look, and felt that it would be difficult to eat thirty fists by himself, "Okay then, eat small portions... how many small portions are there?"

"If you are a child, what kind of big portion or small portion is it? I will give you a few in the bowl."

"Hmph, look down on children."

Rong Yi smiled, and the smile looked a little strange, "Remember what my father said, 'who knows what's on the plate'."

"'Everything is hard work'." Mian Mian is really smart.

In this era, the only ones who know these two sentences are their father and son. Mian Mian doesn't know what historical relics he is memorizing, and he will understand when he grows up.

Rong Yi smiled, "So it can't be wasted."

"Hmm, sure."

One thing about noodles is particularly good. Ever since they were able to eat, they have been chasing after adults to eat. They are definitely not adults chasing after food, they are little experts in eating, little angels of fathers.

The big hand held the small hand and walked into the dumpling shop.

It was meal time, the cafeteria was overcrowded, and there were also many people in the dumpling restaurant. Before Rong Yi came, he specially told Mr. Gu Shaoan to leave two vacant seats, otherwise he would have to wait for a seat.

Gu Shaoan, who was busy delivering dumplings and serving dishes, saw Rong Yi and Mian Mian and his son, "Here we come, the seat is here, I'll reserve it for you, you sit down. The dumplings are now made, they will come up soon, you sit down Just wait."

"Got it." Rong Yi sat down face to face, "Don't worry about us, old Gu, you can go get busy."

According to his age, it is absolutely okay for Rong Yi to call Gu Shaoan Grandpa, but Gu Shaoan himself is not happy, saying that he is calling him old, he is obviously a young man of his age, right?You can't call him Grandpa, you have to call Lao Gu, Lao Gu sounds so kind, just like calling him Rong Yi Xiaorong, the sense of distance disappears in an instant.

Gu Shaoan patted Mianmian's head twice, "Then I'll go get busy."

After walking a few steps, the old man muttered, "The little guy is very angry, his head is oily, I'm going to wash his hands."

Mianmian was touched on the head, and he shook it nonchalantly. Beads of sweat just dripped down his full forehead, with a prickly head, like a kiwi sweating.

"Macaque... Bah, wipe the sweat off your face." Rong Yi pasted a piece of tissue on his son's head, "Wipe yourself."

The son is not a little girl, she is used to wiping sweat thoughtfully at such an age.

"Hey." Mian Mian was used to it, and it was normal to wipe his sweat casually.

A quarter of an hour later, thirty dumplings came to the table. The white and tender dumplings were white and cute, and they were wrapped too much. The pleats pressed on the sides had changed from the rough management at the beginning to the careful decoration now, Rong Yi could tell He put his heart and effort into it, and the wrapping was really beautiful, but he did it himself.

"That's just a little bit." His face was dissatisfied, he felt that his father looked down on a little boy who was growing up, running back and forth dozens of laps up and down the hill every day in the kindergarten, and his energy was like a perpetual motion machine.

"It's good to be able to eat so much." Rong Yi took out two pairs of chopsticks, gave one pair to the noodles, and kept the other pair for himself, but he held the chopsticks and did not reach for the dumplings for a long time.

The chopsticks are still not used well, and the little hands have never found the fulcrum between the two sticks, and things are easy to slip out, "Dad, eat."

"Well, let's eat." Rong Yi still didn't move.

After all, Mian Mian is small, and I don’t have enough experience in life. I didn’t see my father’s hesitation and pause, and thought that my father was letting me eat. For a while, my little heart was full of emotion, and I felt that my father was a good father. , opened his mouth and came, "Dad, I love you."

One-third of the dumplings were eaten in one bite.

Mian Mian tasted the taste of dumpling stuffing, and her plump, round, pink face suddenly turned green.

"It can't be wasted." Rong Yi's words followed closely.

Mianmian, "..."

Difficult, as if eating the rice bran steamed bread eaten by the working people in the old society, Mianmian stretched his neck to swallow it, and the dumplings filled with fine flour + meat are now pulling his throat.

With a bitter look on his face, "Why?"

"Dumplings stuffed with mango cod meat. I just took a look at the workshop where they made dumplings. I could vaguely see crushed flowers in the stuffing bowl." The taste is still very rich, that's right, not everyone can bear the taste of.

Obviously, the more the dumplings are made, the more beautiful they are. I don't know why the direction of the filling is getting more and more biased. It is completely different from what Rong Yi taught at the beginning.Of course, from the very beginning, Gu Shaoan and the others have cooked many flavors that seemed strange to Rong Yi but common in the interstellar era, which made Rong Yi sigh that the eight major cuisines of the flower planter could not withstand the acceleration of the spaceship leaving the earth. But the canteen cuisine is so tenacious that it is worthy of being the pioneer of stir-fried corn with grapes and fried beef with moon cakes.

Rong Yi felt that he had swallowed a dumpling without chewing it, "It can't be wasted."

Seeing his son's resistance, he explained the meal again.

With a mournful face, Mianmian said, "I want to go home and have dinner."

No wonder Dad didn't come, let him and Dad come out for dinner, so that's it, blah blah, blame him for being too young and ignorant.

Rong Yi seemed to be standing by the window on the second floor and staring straight at the dean at the school gate. Whenever a man or woman approached, his stern eyes shone like searchlights, and no one could escape, "After eating .”

Rong Yi reiterated that at the same time he set an example and began importing dumplings frantically, and finally left five for his son. Six of such big dumplings are enough for every meal, so they must be eaten.

Mianmian really wanted to cry, he wanted to go home and find his father, woo woo woo.

Whether the food outside is good or not is really a matter of opinion and depends on the actual situation.

In Capital Star, in the palace, Tea Tu, with his legs crossed, ate the small snacks offered by his subordinates again. This time, the tiramisu was deeply in his heart, so he sent two palm-sized boxes, too few Yes, he can eat it all in one afternoon tea.

tuk tuk-

The door rang several times.

Chatu packed the afternoon tea slowly, and then called, "Come in."

The colleagues who walked in were on the same level as him, but because Chatu was a celebrity in front of the queen, everyone gave way to him, and the faint status of Chatu became detached, and others were much more polite when they entered the door.Colleagues don’t have anything to do, they just came here to make contact with each other. They all said that Chatu is a celebrity in front of the Queen. If you deal with celebrities a lot, maybe you can get some benefits by walking around between your fingers. Life is not easy. so high...

After talking for a while, the colleague looked at Chatu's face and said, "Chatu, have you gained a lot of weight?"

"No way." Chatu subconsciously sat up straight and tightened her stomach.

"That's my mistake. I haven't seen you in the last few training camps. I thought you were lax in exercising, hahaha."

Chatu followed suit with a dry laugh. In fact, he felt that the waistband of his trousers seemed much tighter. Could it be that he was really fat?The queen is a face control, walking in front of her, face is more important than ability, he can't lose his face value.

After the two chattered for a while, the colleague left.Chatu instantly relaxed his body, and the waistband of his trousers suddenly tightened.

Tea picture: "..."

--Headache.

No need to check, the information that popped out of the personal terminal directly rushed to Chatu's eyes.

Tea picture: "..."

The queen has been suffering from frequent headaches recently, did he miss some news?Change the time to chat with the medical officer and use clichés. The physical condition of the superiors is also a weathervane for the work of the subordinates. It is very beneficial for them to carry out their work if they have first-hand information in advance.

Chatu immediately sent a message like a dog - Your Highness, I will send it right away.

--Um.

In a word, it looks lazy.

Chatu was in pain and joy, and the tiramisu, which he could kill in an afternoon tea, flew away with wings, buzzing.

--quick.

It revealed that he couldn't wait, and if he slowed down a little, he might be dragged out.

Chatu trotted to get ready, and did not forget to reply——Yes!