Salted Fish Doesn't Want to Inherit Hundred of Billion Property

Makino is a ruthless man who walks around the market with his cat in his arms. He ordered a pair of grilled wings, a serving of roasted leeks, a serving of roasted gluten, an serving of egg fried rice, and an ice cream for himself. ...

Not even a bite? Poor little and innocent kitty.

Qingqin: Why can't it hold you to death?

The cat lay limply in his arms, which finally aroused Makino's few sympathies: "Go back and ask the kitchen to give you extra meals."

"Meow." I don't want to eat cat food, thank you.

Just when Qingqin was staring at the grilled sausage to restrain the prehistoric power in his body, he smelled a wonderful aroma that was simply pleasant to the ear.

This kind of fragrance that should only exist in the sky and never exist on the earth, Qingmiao pricked up her ears and shook her beard, her soul has been taken away by the fragrance, it is you, my favorite chef!

As soon as he turned around, he jumped down from Makino's imprisonment, and rushed towards the source of the fragrance, causing many passers-by to scream and run away.

Sure enough, at a small stall in the night market, who else is the person who is grilling meat if it is not Han Yuquan?

The stall was already full of people, and the queue in front was also long, and the signboard of the store clearly stated that each person was limited to three skewers.

But before it got to the end, the kitten instinctively frowned and let out a gasp: MD, the paws are itchy, who moved our Chef Han!

At this time, half of Han Yuquan's sleeves were empty, and he was slowly grilling skewers with his left hand.

For him, the loss of a hand means that the path of cooking is cut off.

Qingqin was so distressed that he didn't dare to go directly to disturb people's work, so he just stood at the door and stopped. Fortunately, after this batch of skewers was finished, there were no ingredients for Han Yuquan's preparation. Stop working, and the crowd also Dissipated with it, leaving behind? A lot of regretful sighs.

"It's a pity, it sold out so quickly today, I came here just after work."

"After all, the boss is not in good health, and he can't bake for too long. He is also a poor man."

"I heard that the price of the stall here has increased again recently. I wonder if the boss can stay here? Go, I really like their baked gluten."

It was rare for Qingqin to miss the huge family business that had dragged him down for a long time, and then his body lightened, he was picked up by Han Yuquan with one hand, and even fell twice.

Why does this posture look like meat, no, Han Yuquan can make dragons, tigers and phoenixes, so he doesn't mean to stew Ben Meow!

Qingqin was terrified, jumped to the side with fried hair, and carefully stared at the big devil who dared to eat anything in front of him. "Meow, what do you want to eat, can I give it to you? You can cook cat food." Han Yuquan felt his heart soften when he saw the cat. He looked at the remaining ingredients and asked.

Next? Laughing for a second, how can cats understand what people say?

Immediately, he saw the cat jump up, inspect the remaining ingredients for a while, and ordered a small piece of chicken breast and a small piece of beef.

Han Yuquan was a little surprised: "Could it be that this cat has really become a spirit."

Then he skillfully made a bowl of cat rice, put it on the table with a small dish, and let Qingqin enjoy it.

So, when Makino ran around half of the night market and finally found it, he saw this carefree little cat was full of food and was grooming his fur slowly.

Qingqin heard footsteps, stopped? Moved, squatted down obediently, and meowed twice, how could a kitty have evil intentions.

Makino was furious looking for the cat, but he laughed when he saw this scene. He looked at Han Yuquan, and looked away politely from the broken arm: "Thank you for taking care of our family Mao Mao."

"It's okay, he's quite obedient." Han Yuquan smiled gently when he saw Muye's red and swollen eyes, "Do you want to stay? Do you want to eat something?"

At this time, almost all the customers in the store had left, and it seemed quite sparse. Makino immediately relented, and there was still some room in his stomach. He had to support his self-reliant business!

At this time, there were fewer ingredients left, so Han Yuquan simply made a bowl of Yangchun noodles.

The noodles are boiled in hot water, and then quickly cooled in another pot of cold water. The long and slender noodles are neatly arranged in threes and ones in the soup bowl.

This soup also has a lot of history. It is the first high soup that Han Yuquan carefully researched from all over the world. It is full of umami taste from the big bones. After it is used to wash away the lard, the whole stall is filled with unique aroma.

In the end, it is natural to cut out the chopped green onion with a sharp knife, grab a handful and sprinkle it on the surface, adding the finishing touch.

When this bowl of noodles was brought to the table, Makino's eyes lit up.He is also an old gourmet. It's not that he has never eaten the feast of top chefs in top restaurants, but this is the first time he has seen such a bowl of noodles in such a simple small restaurant.

Although it is just ordinary Yangchun noodles, the noodles are firm and smooth, and the umami taste is released in the mouth, so delicious that it almost makes people cry.

He thought of the breeze in spring, the stove in winter, and his mother's smile.

This time? Zi Muye didn't struggle to squeeze out space for this bowl of noodles in his stomach, but directly sucked a bowl of noodles into his stomach with three or two puffs.

He slumped on a chair, holding a napkin and crying.The people in the same room just silently washed the dishes, neither revealing nor embarrassing him.

"Boss, can I have another bowl of noodles? I want to draw it down." Makino calmed down, stroked the cat on his lap, and took out the tablet from his backpack.

"Why are you painting this?" Han Yuquan asked, putting the bowls into the dryer one by one.

Makino rarely showed a shy expression: "I want to draw a manga, and I also want to make an animation, which tells stories about food."

"That's great. I've traveled all over the world and learned a lot about food. Sometimes I think it would be great if someone could write it down."

"Then can you tell me something?"

The two chatted about this, becoming more and more speculative, and before they knew it, it was dawn.

Holding the tablet in his arms, Makino looked at the drawings one after another, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh: "Let me send these to your mailbox."

"No, I'll wait for you to publish a comic, and then buy a copy." Han Yuquan said, "Oh, I just remembered the question you asked before..."

Qingqin who woke up again: Isn't it, it's not over yet?

Fortunately, both parties remembered that it was late, and they just made an appointment for the next time, and then went back separately.

Qingqin was bored chasing after his tail in the house, and when he turned around, he saw Muye ordered a set of painting tools online.

A cat poked its head over curiously, and Makino flicked it, and clicked another page: "This is a competition for young cartoonists, and we are required to send a manuscript to the preliminary round."

He hesitated for a moment, and said, "This competition can be anonymous to the outside world. After the success, the participating cartoons will be published. If it is possible..."

Qingqin meowed, there's no reason to hesitate, your previous comics have become popular all over the country, and the whole world is blowing your rainbow farts, just do it if you don't want to be cowardly.

He took a step and slapped his paw on the tablet: Duck!

In the next period of time, Makino took the package home like a thief, avoided the servants up and down, and carefully drew the manuscript needed for the preliminary competition.

Manuscripts need to be mailed or posted in person to the mailbox of the competition organizing committee, so after finishing everything, Makino carefully packed the paintings, put them in a special envelope, and covered the outside with a layer of cowhide The bag is stuffed in the interlayer of the book to hide people's eyes and ears.

"Wait until tomorrow, ah no, preferably the day after tomorrow, and I will send this painting."

Trying to get closer to his dream this time is his little rebellion.

Qingqin basking in the sun: Hey, do you know that you are setting a flag?

Just as Qingqin felt, when Makino was called out to socialize early in the morning, some elders of the Mu family just came to visit. After visiting the study, they saw a few art theories on the bookshelf: "This Why are the things still at home? How do you do things?"

"If you let the second master go astray again, let's see how the old lady will deal with you!"

Naturally, the servants couldn't bear this responsibility, and immediately threw the row of art books into a bag in front of their faces, and sent them to the garbage disposal.

Qingqin who stayed at home because she couldn't get up: That painting is still in the book!

He hurriedly jumped off the window sill? Go, ran all the way in the bushes, and rushed after the servant to the garbage disposal: Mu Ye, you don’t even want this year’s bonus. Why don’t you set up a flag if you have nothing to do? You finish!

Fortunately, he found the bag at a critical moment, bit through it smoothly, and took out the divided manuscripts from a pile of books.

go back or...

Qingqin looked down at the address that had been filled out: Forget it, send the Buddha to the west.

"Today's sand sculpture news push is: A city bus officer said that a cat got on the bus after putting in a coin, and angrily launched a meowing fist because the staff refused."

"A passer-by allegedly saw a raccoon cat running across the street with an envelope in its mouth."

"Maomao...Maomao will wait for traffic lights!"

This spectacle was photographed by several passers-by, and then posted in the circle of friends, which received a lot of discussion and emotion.

A small tag #说好调国后不allowed to become fine it# quietly ignited the heat.

And Qingqin, who was regarded as a ghost, lay weakly on the ground, and violently pushed the envelope whose surface was messed up as if to vent his anger.

Send the Buddha to the west, the hell, I quit!

However, this discouragement was only for a moment. After Qingqin confirmed the location, he dragged the envelope into the door, jumped onto the table at the front desk, and launched a cute attack on the young lady.

The effect? ​​Excellent, the two young ladies were immediately emptied by the cute blood tank, took out a few snacks and fed them to Qingqin, and then were led to see the carefully wrapped envelope on the ground.

"This is?"

Qingqin quickly tore open the outer layer, revealing the carefully copied envelope inside, then stretched out his claws, and pointed to the fuel tank next to it.

"Someone actually asked the cat to deliver the letter." The front desk couldn't help laughing, knelt down, took the envelope in his hand, and under Qingqin's gaze, he delivered it, "Okay, little cat, you have completed the task, you really did it Great."

Qing Qin perfunctorily rubbed it for a few minutes, glanced at the time, and ran back along the original route again.

When he went back, Makino had already asked several servants, and when he returned to the bedroom, his whole body exuded an air of life and lovelessness.

Qingqin cheated another meal on his own, meowed a few times, saw that the other party hadn't recovered, and went back to sleep in the cat's nest with peace of mind: the journey was really exhausting.

A week later, Makino was surprised to receive an email from the organizer, and after repeated phone calls to confirm, he finally couldn't help laughing wildly in the room.

Maomao stretches out its claws to cover its ears, hiding its achievements and fame.

"They said it was sent by a cat, did you send it for me?" Makino put down the phone, picked up the cat, and sucked it twice.

As Qingqin judged, Makino's skills are here, this painting quickly won No.1, and a comic book will be released soon, and the signature is naturally Wenli.

With this affirmation, Makino finally broke free from some constraints, and did not hesitate to do something in Mujia's company.

However, two months later, taking advantage of the thunder that broke out in the Dayue incident, Muye left the competition with a large number of followers, quit the competition, and established a new financial company by himself. An animation company was formally established, and his comics could finally be made into animations as he wished.

During the animation company's recruiting process, Qingqin squatted on the cat tree, saw a man with a vicissitudes of life come in, and introduced himself: "My name is Bandit Bi."

Qingqin immediately jumped down from the cat tree, pointed at his resume and meowed several times: "That's him, don't be fooled by his name, he's a money-making master!"

During this period of time, Makino was also reminded by Maomao to do a lot of things, he hesitated for a moment, and accepted Bandit.

Everything is going well, and Qingqin is also secretly collecting information. There is indeed a Qingqin in this world. From the perspective of acting style, he is smooth and changeable, and he is very similar to the original owner.

In addition, Maomao watched the drama played by the dog man with a serious face, and always felt that there was a subtle difference between this one and his own.

However, before Qingqin went to verify his idea, he stepped into the air again, and when he landed again, he was actually in a laboratory.

hospital.

The nurse was recording the patient's data today. When she lowered her head, she saw the hands with well-articulated joints move slightly. This movement was very slight, and all the movements disappeared soon, but the monitoring recorded it faithfully? This point!