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After watching the peaches, everyone went back to the courtyard to have breakfast. At this time, the courtyard was busy. Except for some flowers, vegetables, and milkmen in Niuwangzhuang who got up very early, the rest of the people basically It's time to get up and have breakfast.

The people who worked on Niuwangzhuang the day before were quite strong, so today's breakfast is very good.

Lao Zhou is now implementing the overall sitting system on his own mountain. If you want to eat good food, everyone will eat good food together, and if you want to eat bad food, everyone will eat bad food together. Look at the labor performance of the previous day.

At the worst time, once, Lao Zhou asked Fatty Hou to cook a few big pots of loofah noodles for a whole yard of people, just like that, nothing else.

Although the loofah on Niuwangzhuang is also very sweet to eat, but for those long-term workers who go to Niuwangzhuang to do their jobs just for one bite, and they are used to having a hearty breakfast here, this breakfast is very delicious. It seemed a little too shabby.

"Old Zhou, how about some side dishes?" someone said.

"Just the little work we did yesterday, it would be nice to be able to eat this." Lao Zhou also ate noodle soup with everyone, and his management was ineffective, and he himself needed to reflect on himself.

At the same time, there was a post like this on the Tongcheng Forum: "Who was working on Niuwangzhuang yesterday? He killed a thousand dollars! Let's see what I ate today?" In addition, there is a bowl of loofah Photo of gnocchi.

"Hey, didn't you pay enough for 50 yuan yesterday?" Someone downstairs replied soon.

"I heard from my sisters that yesterday they each did an average of 34 yuan and [-] cents of work." A well-informed friend said.

"It's only three and forty yuan, that's too much of a scam, no wonder Lao Zhou let you eat gnocchi." A certain forum member said that they deserved it.

"I just arrived last night." The host said he was wronged.

"Then what can I do, catch up."

"Actually, the loofah from Niuwangzhuang is also pretty good. I'm getting a bit greedy looking at it now."

"Show you the breakfast I had at Niuwangzhuang two days ago." The friend who spoke also posted a photo at the end of his reply. It was a breakfast on a plate. There is a bowl of milk porridge, two plates of pickled vegetables, a plate of tofu mixed with shallots, and a large plate of steamed buns. One of the meat buns and one of the milk yellow buns have been opened and placed there, as if quietly exuding the aroma of meat and milk. The aroma of yellow stuffing.

This photo made a group of friends who were eating breakfast facing the computer screen and mobile phone screen greedy, and the host was also greedy by him, swearing that if anyone refuses to work hard today, he will kick him Whose ass must have a big breakfast tomorrow morning.

On this weekend in mid-June, the breakfast at Niuwangzhuang was quite good. In addition to some items in Luo Hongfeng's shop, there were also fried dough sticks, puff pastry, and egg pancakes that Lao Zhou ordered from Luo Wanqiang's breakfast stand.

Luo Wanqiang's stall is located on the bridge not far from the Buffalo Pavilion. Because the food is delicious and the price is reasonable, the business is still very good. After a few days of opening, the couple are a little too busy. They also asked a relative of their family in the town to help.

To say that the way of eating at Niuwangzhuang is also a bit strange, some newcomers from the city will be a little maladjusted, for example, these people gathered from the XX forum this time, when they saw some long-term workers at Niuwangzhuang When the laborer dipped the puff pastry in soy sauce and ate it, he was taken aback.

"Thousand-layer cake dipped in soy sauce, what does it taste like?" a northern man asked the buddy opposite him.

"Hey, you'll know after you eat it." The buddies were all grinning, dipping a mouthful of puff pastry in soy sauce and eating a mouthful of hot bean curd with great enjoyment.

So the northern man also made himself a small dish of soy sauce, but he didn't dare to try the avant-garde way of eating puff pastry dipped in soy sauce, so he took a deep-fried dough stick. The noodles are fragrant, and the smell of oil is also clean, which is reassuring to eat.

The soy sauce on Niuwangzhuang looks a little light in color and smells soy sauce. It is delicious and appetizing with fried dough sticks dipped in it.

"Hey, this soy sauce is delicious!"

"I'll add some more."

"This small dish is too shallow, I'd better use a bowl to fill it."

"This soy sauce is really good."

"I heard that people in their village brewed it themselves. When we go back, remember to buy some and take it away."

"Brothers, take it easy, a small bottle of soy sauce costs ten yuan, and you have to drink Lao Wuyuan for this bowl."

"Who drank it? I'll eat it with fried dough sticks."

"Egg pancakes are also good, try it."

This morning, the people organized by the XX forum all ate their bellies round.

"No wonder they all come here to work. The food is really good."

"The model developed by Niuwangzhuang is really not easy for others to learn."

"I can't help it. Did the kid next to us see it? It's quite a big custard bun, and he killed four of them in one go."

"The child still eats very little, the elder brother behind us has already had three bowls of milk porridge alone."

"I can't, I can't walk anymore, I have to take my time."

"Who told you to eat so much?"

"I said, even if you want to learn, you have to make such delicious food."

"Hey, look, that's pistachio, right?"

"I heard that there are some pistachio seedlings in Niuwang Village."

"Let's go and have a look."

After a few years, the pistachio seeds that Romon had planted at the beginning have grown to look good now, but they can't be expected to bloom and bear fruit for the time being.

"It grows really strong, is this a seedling?" Such a good seedling, who would not be envious of fruit trees?

"That's right, it's a seedling."

"Romeng's life is really good. I heard that he hasn't taken any detours since he went home to make a bun."

"It's also very good with two brushes. You see, this pistachio is very good."

"Is there anything he grows badly here?"

At this moment, Lao Zhou himself, who was praised as having two brushes and a good life, was busy in the cafeteria with their monkey boy.

The father and son squatted on both sides of a jar, while adding things to the jar, they kept stirring in the jar with a long rolling pin.

"Just add a little more, and it will become bittern." Fatty Hou couldn't stand it any longer, just to let everyone eat less soy sauce, Lao Zhou actually added salt to the soy sauce jar with his son.

"If you are not in charge, you don't know how expensive chai rice is. Do you know how much this jar of soy sauce costs?" The soy sauce in their village is really not cheap at all. Tsk, it only took a few days to eat this small jar without adding Salt is no good.

"Come on, try it, is it salty?" Lao Zhou dipped some soy sauce for his son to taste.

"Salty!" Houwazi wrinkled his face.

"Hey, it's right to be salty." Lao Zhou laughed.

"Hey." Houwazi also laughed.