Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

A new farmhouse opened in the northern suburbs of City S. The owner is a young and gentle handsome guy who cooks well.

The above news was all heard by Mr. President from his gourmet sister who is passionate about food.

As for Mr. President himself, he doesn't have any special hobbies for food, as long as he can eat it. When he was studying abroad, didn't he survive every day with bread and old godmother? Compared with thinking about what to eat all day, he is more I like to think about how to make more money and expand more territories.

He is really a very boring person, without any interest in life.The CEO's younger sister curled her lips, completely unable to understand her brother's enthusiasm for work. In her eyes, a brother like him works overtime in the company almost every day in the 360-five days a year except for the New Year. People who can still go out to discuss business in good spirits at the age of five, should be over 38 and still have no sign of being a widow.

The cold and ascetic beauty's face was completely blinded.

But Mr. President is not in a hurry. The life of a single nobleman is very chic. Talking about love is far less attractive to him than a business plan. It was quickly thrown into the trash can of loss-making business, with no intention of picking it up.

If you have that time, why not ask old friends out to talk about the movie you plan to invest in recently. Although it is just a small business, it is not bad to earn some pocket money to buy a new car for your sister.

It's not good for girls to have things that can't keep up with fashion.

His old friend is also a gourmet, and he is familiar with the delicacies in the streets and alleys of this city. As a foodie who is willing to wear a high-end suit at two or three o'clock in the middle of the night and go to the roadside stall to eat skewers with the president's sister, he Naturally, the younger sister of the president also visited a new farmhouse on the outskirts of the city. With the schedule in his mind for the next few days, he happily made a reservation for himself and the president at the farmhouse.

He likes beauties, and he also likes food. If there are beauties and food, then it will be the best pleasure.

Mr. President didn't have much opinion on this, at most he complained a few words about the remote location of the farmhouse, wasting his whole morning on the road.

"Anyway, you need to read documents on the road, and it's not your own driving." My sister said while lying on the sofa while playing games, and when she saw that he was about to go out, she said, "Come back and help me bring that mint square cake and roses Almond crisps, remember to quote my mobile phone number when you check out, members can get a [-]% discount."

Mr. President curled his lips and habitually taught his sister a few words about her cross-legged sitting posture, which is not very ladylike. Halfway through the sentence, she was drowned in the screams of her sister, "I'm out of business, I'm leaving Africa and I'm in Europe."

Well, Mr. President sighed and went out with his briefcase.

That farmhouse is indeed remote, and even with navigation, the driver almost got lost on the small roads in the suburbs. He read the documents and read the financial news in the car, just like his sister That being said, this man is extremely boring.

It was already noon when the car arrived at the place, and there was still a distance from the parking lot to the main building area. It can be seen that the operator is still quite attentive to this place. There are various kinds of plants that he can’t call It has a name but is a beautiful flower, white, red and purple mixed with lively blooming. Halfway through the walk, he saw two big geese swaying towards him from nowhere, miraculously blocking the middle of the road. He has.

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One person and two geese looked at each other, hesitated for a while, Mr. President took two steps forward, made a gesture of repelling, "Go! Go!"

The two big geese looked at him mockingly, then turned around and pointed their buttocks at him with aspirations.

Mr. President was a little unhappy, he took a few steps forward, ready to break through forcibly——

Then he was hunted down by two big geese, and had to run as fast as he could in his life to escape.

Running forward, a young man who was pruning trees saw Mr. President, threw away the scissors and blocked Mr. President behind him like an old hen, and opened his arms bravely.

"Go, go!" He said, ran two steps forward and waved his arms, and the two geese turned their heads and ran away as if they had bumped into a natural enemy.

"Sir, are you okay?" The young man turned around and looked worriedly at Mr. President who was squatting on the ground.

Mr. President was out of breath, his eyes were black, and he felt a severe stomachache, "I... ph... I'm out of breath..."

"I'm really sorry, Dahua and Erhua have not been very obedient. I will teach them a lesson when I go back." The young man apologized and lifted Mr. President up. His strength was much stronger than it looked, and he held Mr. President like Like a chick, "I will waive today's bill for you, and I will cook for you at noon and apologize to you."

Mr. President, who had lost his glasses, narrowed his eyes and looked at the young man, only to realize that this was the owner of the farmhouse, surnamed Tao. He had seen a picture of this man in his sister's mobile phone. He looked quite upright and heroic, but he didn't know Why does Mr. President think that Mr. Tao is not simple.

"It's not a big deal, so I won't bother you." Mr. President took a few steps back to distance himself from the other party, and touched the bridge of Kong Kong's nose uncomfortably, "It's just that I lost my glasses, so I might trouble you to find them for me. "

"It should be, please tell me what it is like." Mr. Tao approached with a smile, "The guest you invited should be waiting at this point, why don't you leave a contact information first, and when you find it Shall I send it to you?"

That old friend has indeed arrived. Mr. President looked at the several urging messages sent over from his mobile phone, nodded, took out a business card and handed it over.

"I promise to find it for you." The young man smiled with two small dimples on his cheeks, and he looked innocent. For a moment, Mr. President wondered if his feeling just now was wrong.

Forget it, the left and right are not important people, so after thinking about it for a while, he gave up investigating further, tidied up his messy clothes, and walked slowly to the reserved private room.

My friend booked a small two-story building, facing an artificial lake. Looking out from the second floor, there are shimmering green trees and a few pure white geese swimming gracefully on the lake.

Seeing the goose, Mr. President's calf that was pecked began to ache again.

Because I was waiting for him, my friend didn't order food yet, but just ordered a pot of tea and a few refreshments. There were a few delicate snacks scattered on the delicate blue and white porcelain cup, and the red bean paste filling was faintly visible on the tender white and translucent skin. , not losing the delicacy of Western pastries.

"When did you start drinking tea?" Mr. President sat down and poured himself a cup of tea, smelling the aroma, he knew it wasn't something popular.

"You don't understand." My friend smiled with his chin propped up, "The refreshments here must go with the tea here to be the best."

Mr. President doesn’t understand people like friends or younger sisters who pursue extreme food, so they can be divided into edible and non-edible. Whether he has a dull tongue or a picky tongue, he has eaten so many. As for the restaurant, Mr. President has never encountered a restaurant that can really make him feel that delicious.

"What do you want for lunch?" The menu here is simple and clear, and there are no fancy shop managers recommending signs such as our store's specialties. River fresh seafood is another category, the focus is clear and organized, which makes Mr. President pleasing to the eye.

"Three threads and three threads." My friend took out his mobile phone and began to look through the chat records with his sister. "The three threads here are cut as thin as a hair, and it melts in the mouth."

"There is also boiled cabbage. The broth here is very fresh."

"Squirrel mandarin fish! I want this too!"

"Order the Wensi tofu soup!"

After slamming down seven or eight dishes in one gulp, my friend paused, "Next time, bring a few more people together, and the two of you won't be able to eat much."

The president didn't have much hope for the taste of the dishes, he ordered the dishes according to his friend's request, then took out his mobile phone and began to reply to work emails.

Until he smelled a seductive aroma.

Mr. Tao brought two plates of cold side dishes, which he said were appetizers for every table, and then various dishes were served in a flowing manner, and arranged on the table according to the established order. The square shape is just right to reflect the dishes in it, and the aroma goes straight into the nose like eyes, which makes people hungry and want to pick up chopsticks and eat it right away.

For the first time in history, Mr. President felt that it would not be a bad thing to take a break from work and have a meal first.

But to be honest, it was not the president who had a good chat with Mr. Tao at that time, but that friend. The two people who are very knowledgeable about food chatting will not be cold at all. From the soup dumpling restaurant in the east of the city Malatang in the west of the city, the old store that has been closed and the new store that has just opened, they talk about it clearly and logically, which one uses solid materials and has exquisite workmanship, which one is not worthy of the name and is perfunctory, and the really sensitive tongue will know it once they eat it. Xingqi also made an appointment to try the newly opened hot pot restaurant together. From the beginning to the end, Mr. President couldn't get in a word, and quietly ate all the dishes on the table of the big class.

When the friend reacted, he couldn't help but let out a scream, Xiazhu Rufei snatched the only remaining food from under his chopsticks.

"You're too much!" The friend complained through gritted teeth, "I'm going to sue my uncle and aunt."

"How old are you?" The president glanced at him, picked up the menu, "Do you want to order something else?" After a pause, he continued, "I'll pay."

"Don't try to bribe me, the dishes you didn't eat are different from the ordinary dishes." The friend said angrily, and added three dishes honestly, "Boss, don't you think so?"

"Huh?" Mr. Tao smiled and handed the menu to the waiter, "It's just as long as you like it."

He said this to Mr. President, obviously he didn't pay attention to what his friend just said.

When he was leaving, Mr. President packed the mint square cake and rose almond cake that his sister asked for. Mr. Tao also gave him a membership card and a small box of peach blossom jelly.

"Welcome to come again next time." Mr. Tao smiled gently, and Mr. President blinked. It wasn't until he got home that he suddenly realized that he hadn't brought back his glasses.

Strange, has your eyesight improved recently? You can still see clearly without glasses.

Rubbing his eyes in the mirror, Mr. President made an appointment for an eye examination for himself.

Of course, he later found out that these were all Mr. Tao's tricks, and the ten thousand-year-old glutton still had some small skills, but at that time, Mr. President had already married Mr. Tao, and he had received a round of red envelopes. .

Thanks to Mr. Tao's special race, although the red book from the Civil Affairs Bureau cannot be obtained, the relevant state departments will still handle marriage certificates for them.

Mr. Tao: plan to pass √