The lonely foodie

Jingluo seldom pays attention to current affairs, and the occasional Weibo update is just picking a peach today and brewing a wine tomorrow.Such a bloody thing, but also involved a black account like ostrich, no one thought that he would forward it.

For a while, not only Weibo, but also self-media such as WeChat, Toutiao, and Baijiahao began to pay attention to this matter. The media accounts tended to be one-sided. Not only the influence of Jingluo, but also Zhang Yan's secret connections.

At first, Zhang Yan also thought it was no big deal. The waves on the Internet are rising fast, and everyone’s forgetfulness is also fast. In a blink of an eye, some celebrity will be cheated on, or some celebrity will be pregnant again, but she really wants to do it for Mo Bai. Do something, thinking that this matter is connected with Mo Bai, even asking for help becomes joyful.

The landline on the bar rang, and the order calls followed one after another, and soon 12 tables were fully booked.

Ivan and Mo Bai tied up their aprons and plunged into the fireworks in the kitchen.

Unlike the exhaustion of being pushed away by things before, after this brief loss, Ivan is now very active even in cutting carrots, and he is grateful and grateful for the loss.

The ordering phone rang again, and Ivan answered the phone, "Sorry, today's table is fully booked."

"Then..." The other party pondered for a while, "Can I have a table as a friend instead of a guest?"

"Which friend are you?"

"Wang Yiming."

Wang Yiming?Ivan only felt that the name was familiar, but at this moment, his brain was short-circuited, and it was a bit unfair.

Mo Bai pointed to the fresh wine on the back of the counter, and Ivan immediately understood, the owner of Misty Villa, his cousin who is so wonderful.

"Okay." Ivan replied straightforwardly, "But it will be a little later, and there is no table for dinner."

When we met at Misty Villa that day, Wang Yiming had just come back from the autograph signing. He was wearing a dark blue linen shirt and trousers, dressed like a dog.

Today is a meeting with friends, wearing an old padded jacket, a pair of crotch pants, and a large cloth bag like a beggar on the shoulder.

After Jingluo retweeted Weibo, Zhang Yan's popularity also surged, and the increase in fans was greater than the zombie fans she bought when she first started her account.

Zhang Yan doesn't care if it's the Mid-Autumn Festival or not, as soon as the meal is over, she rushes to the Heping Hot Pot.Jingluo wouldn't post this kind of Weibo without a reason, of course she wouldn't be so narcissistic that she thought Jingluo was because of her, then there was only another reason... because of Mo Bai...or Ivan?

There were no customers in the store, there were three tables vacant, and the aunt had cleaned them up.

Ivan led Wang Yiming to a table by the window.

Wang Yiming was not in a hurry to sit down.

After digging out a large cloth bag like a beg for alms for a long time, Ivan was afraid that he would be able to take out a bowl from his pocket, "Almsgiver, the poor monk came from Misty Villa..."

As a result, the person took out a small bottle of disinfectant spray, sprayed the tables and chairs one by one, and wiped the disinfectant wipes again.

Seeing that he was tinkering meticulously, Ivan clicked his tongue, put the tea on the table, and went to the back kitchen to help.

Zhang Yan rushed into the hot pot restaurant in a hurry. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a man in an old padded jacket wiping the table. He thought it was a newly recruited waiter, so he went straight to the stove without looking carefully.

As soon as the curtain was lifted, Mo Bai was frying brown sugar glutinous rice cakes with his back facing her.

The glutinous rice cooked in the rice cooker is poured into a small stone pound with a spoon, and beaten into a fine mud with a mallet.

"Little Bai." Zhang Yan called out from behind.

Mo Bai turned his head and smiled, "Here you come? Just try the freshly pounded brown sugar glutinous rice cakes."

After talking, go to the pool to soap up and wash your hands again, brush the mold with oil, and scoop the pounded glutinous rice into the mold for compaction.

"Who is here to eat your brown sugar glutinous rice cake? I'm here to ask what happened to that whale fall?"

Fill the molds and throw in the freezer to freeze.

Only then did Mo Bai have the time to talk to Zhang Yan, washed his hands again, dried them with cotton gauze, and shook his head honestly, "I don't know."

"Don't pretend to be with me." Zhang Yan folded her arms, "Jing Luo usually pulls like a [-]-[-] person, but this time he took the initiative to retweet Weibo, it must be tricky, either because of you or because of Xiaofan."

The knife in Ivan's hand slid down, almost cutting off half of his nails, "You think highly of me too, how can I have the face to recognize such two-five-eight thousand?"

A look of confusion appeared on Zhang Yan's face, "He Guang also joked that Jingluo fell in love with me, I..."

Turning around, Wang Yiming stood behind him with a cold face.

Zhang Yan was taken aback, "Who are you? Why are you standing here?"

Wang Yiming also imitated Zhang Yan, folded his arms on his chest, and said without warmth, "I am the two to five to eighty thousand you said. I stand here...to see how the food is doing." Actually He came to oversee the work to see if the hygiene was up to his standards.

Whale fall?

Zhang Yan and Ivan turned their heads at the same time, ignoring etiquette, and just stared at him stupidly.

It's no wonder that others didn't recognize it. There is a big gap between Wang Yiming's photo and himself.

Wang Yiming couldn't bear the affectionate gaze, cleared his throat, and said, "You have a good idea."

Zhang Yan waited for a long time, but he replied to her, "Don't be Jingluo falling in love with me." Her face was embarrassed, and she complained in her heart. This reflex arc was long enough, and it was enough for Normal University to go to People's Square for a round trip.

Remove the brown sugar glutinous rice cake from the mold, cut it into long strips with a straight knife, heat the oil in the pot until it is 7 mature, add the glutinous rice cake strips, and fry on both sides until golden.

The golden and crispy glutinous rice cake sticks are placed on a white porcelain plate, and the soybean flour is evenly sieved.

Put the brown sugar and water into the pot together, heat it on low heat until it becomes thick, pour the brown sugar syrup on the glutinous rice sticks on the plate, and sprinkle with cooked sesame seeds.

"Xiaofan, serve the food."

"Hey." Ivan lowered his head and served the dishes, and quickly walked past Wang Yiming. Although he didn't say [-] yuan, he was also very guilty.

After everyone was seated, Wang Yiming took out a bottle of disposable disinfectant from his alms bag like a magic trick, squeezed some and rubbed it in the palm of his hand.

The great writer also greeted other people very considerately, "Everyone is disinfected, you are welcome."

The other three followed one of them like robots and squeezed some disinfectant, rubbing it back and forth in their hands.

When He Guang came in with his probe, he saw a table of people rubbing their hands against a hot pot and praying.

"Brother, I'll bring you mooncakes." He Guang put a sky-blue mooncake box by the table, and his eyes lit up when he saw the brown sugar glutinous rice cakes on the table.

"It just so happened." Mo Bai said with a smile, "Xiao Fan, add the bowls and chopsticks."

Ivan responded and went to the back kitchen to get the bowls and chopsticks. Wang Yiming looked at He Guang and pointed to the disinfectant on the table.

He Guang understood, and followed suit rubbing his hands together to pay homage.

"You are Teacher Jingluo, right?" He Guang rubbed his hands, not knowing whether to focus on the food or the idol, he was dazed by the sudden happiness.

"How do you know that he is Jingluo?" Zhang Yan just finished rubbing his hands, and when He Guang said this, the chopsticks he just raised stopped in the air in surprise.

He Guang was even more surprised than she was, "There are pictures of him everywhere on the Internet, he's pretty stinky, and there's even a P picture. There's a P picture with long legs, and the floor is stretched and deformed, hahaha..."

Ivan took the bowls and chopsticks from the kitchen and came out, struggling for a long time, with He Guang's IQ, should he go back and have two pig brains.

They drank red bayberry fresh wine made by Misty Villa last year. Zhang Yan and He Guang took one glass after another. Why don't you get drunk tonight if you have wine tonight?

Xiao Huihui came back from playing by the lake, and jumped onto Mo Bai with its Mediterranean sea to ask for something to eat.

Ever since he heard the cat's voice, Wang Yiming was on the first level of alert, as if he saw a little monster covered in bacteria, dust, and fluff, with the words "I'm unhygienic" written on its face.

Mo Bai hurriedly carried Xiao Huihui to the porch, poured some cat food into the porcelain basin, and closed the door to prevent it from coming in, for fear that Wang Yiming would spray Xiao Huihui with disinfectant.

Mo Bai, who had hugged the cat, washed his hands again under Wang Yiming's affectionate gaze, and rubbed them again with disinfectant before finishing.

"What's the matter with this cat? Could it be a book writer? His head is bald." Zhang Yan was already a little drunk, and two blushes appeared on her cheeks.

"Don't talk nonsense." He Guang scolded her, "The writer is not only bald, but also hunchbacked, and we, Xiao Huihui, are not hunchbacked."

Ivan slammed his chopsticks, "I'd better go get a pair of pig's brains."

Mo Bai just thought it was funny, he had never seen a woman talk like this before, most of them were obedient and cautious, and it was rare to be able to live such a bright and happy life.

Ivan really brought out two servings of pig brains, and tried to persuade the two sisters to eat them quickly. The service was very thoughtful, and Zhang Yan had the illusion of, "If you don't eat it, I can directly smash it into your brain".

Mo Bai was explaining Xiao Huihui's matter to Wang Yiming, and when he mentioned the name of the community, he froze for a moment and looked at Ivan.

Ivan knew that he had forgotten again, and he was usually very strict and alone, but he got stuck when he went to a place with a foreign flavor. Last time, he said that "Mr. Happy" in the barber shop of Normal University was "Mr. Hapi". The lethality of this sentence, the people of Sichuan can experience it for themselves.

While beating his brains into Zhang Yan's bowl, he replied, "Kadakes."

"Well, yes. Kadakes." Mo Bai repeated.

Wang Yiming took a bite of the brown sugar glutinous rice cake, the skin was burnt and crispy, wrapped in the aroma of bean noodles and the mellowness of brown sugar, the heat was well controlled, and there was a slight burst of pulp.

It was an excellent taste, but after hearing the words of Kadakes, the taste could no longer be tasted in his mouth.

Wang Yiming thought over and over again, and felt that the matter hidden in his heart should be revealed. If the woman was really imprisoned, then the letter in his hand would be a crucial clue.But this kind of thing can't be said now, he decided to contact Mo Bai tomorrow and go to the police station together.

After drinking and eating, Mo Bai took Ivan to see the guests downstairs, Wang Yiming and Zhang Yan called valet drivers and waited at the parking lot.

Zhang Yan was two steps behind, walking behind Mo Bai, her slightly drunk eyes were hazy, she stretched out her slender little finger, and gently hooked a corner of Mo Bai's swaying clothes.

Just this faint touch, Zhang Yan also seemed to have been shocked by an electric shock, and her whole body was shaken.

Love is sweet, if you don't love it, you will feel bitter, and a layer of water mist is quietly fascinated by the drunken eyes.

After sending it to the parking lot, watching the valet drive the car out smoothly, Mo Bai led Ivan back to the store.

"Is there anyone who doesn't eat mooncakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival?" Mo Bai rubbed the little prickly head, like rubbing Mo Yin countless times, in his clear voice, the petting was like the brown sugar glutinous rice cake he had just eaten, it was so sweet that it melted not open.

Xu Shi, on such a day when they were supposed to be reunited, it was also that face that looked like Mo Yin that made him feel infinite warmth in his heart.