The lonely foodie

Dang Ming and Yi Zhongbin made an appointment to meet at 6 o'clock, and then called Yu Guili, saying that he had tidied up a few precious jewelry at home, and that he would arrive at the Cafe No. 5 at [-] o'clock.

Meet with Yu Guili at 5 o'clock and return the jewelry to her. Yi Zhongbin will arrive at 6 o'clock, so they won't meet again.

Dang Ming thought this arrangement was perfect, but unexpectedly, an accident still happened.

Ivan could only look in through the viewing window of the intensive care unit. Ivan Gang was lying in a piece of white, with white walls, white quilts and a pale face.

Unlike Ivan's imagination, which was full of tubes and instruments around him, Ivan Gang just lay there so clean, very calm and serene, which made Ivan feel relieved a lot.

When he came out, Ivan wanted to go over and have a few words with Liu Jiang, and ask Liu Jiang to inform him if Yifei stopped taking Ivan Gang's medicine.

Looking from a distance, Liu Jiang and old man Fang kept talking, so it was inconvenient to disturb them, so they planned to ask old man Fang to tell Liu Jiang after they went back.

Dang Ming arrived at the coffee shop at a quarter to five. He has been in business for many years, and he has developed a good habit of arriving 5 minutes earlier than the agreed time.

At this time, there was no one in the coffee shop, and there were only a few waiters in the shop.

A man who appears to be a manager walks around with a walkie-talkie.

When I walked to the door, I saw that the leaves of the two fortune trees were starting to wilt. I reached out and squeezed a little soil from the flower pot, rubbed it with my fingertips, frowned and said into the intercom, "Who is on duty at the front desk today? The one at the door It’s time for the money tree to be watered.”

The little girl at the front desk quickly came out with a large kettle, poured some water into the flowerpot, and then squatted aside to watch. The water poured in from the top and then flowed out from the bottom of the basin proved that the water was thoroughly watered.

Yu Guili stepped on a pair of stilettos and got off the taxi. She looked into the coffee shop through the large glass window as she walked, and stepped on the water stain. When her high heels slipped, she heard a crisp click from her ankles. The sound is like a broken bone.

An ice pack brought by the waiter was applied to Yu Guili's ankle. The problem is not too big, and there should be no bone injury, but she can't go back, so she can only call old man Fang to pick it up.

After this episode, some time was lost, Dang Ming looked up his wrist, and at 6 o'clock, he raised his eyes again, and that flirtatious Yi Zhongbin walked in cheerfully with his long legs swinging.

"Xiao Ming." Yi Zhongbin waved his hand at him, and walked forward quickly.

Dang Ming looked at Yi Zhongbin and then at Yu Guili.

Yu Guili looked at Dangming, then at Yi Zhongbin.

Yi Zhongbin looked at Dang Ming, then at Yu Guili, who will explain to him the constant relationship?

Of course, Dang Ming cheated on Meili's physical marriage and was imprisoned in Meili, so he never mentioned it to Yi Zhongbin.

Yu Guili knew that Dang Ming had a friend outside, but she didn't expect that this person would be Yi Fei's assistant.

Yi Zhongbin didn't expect that such a good thing would happen to him.

Yifei asked him to investigate Yu Guili, but he didn't know where to start, and now this person was sitting opposite him, and he was also a friend of his boyfriend.

"This is an old friend of mine." This is how Dang Ming introduced Yi Zhongbin.

When old man Fang's braised egg head appeared outside the glass door of the coffee shop, Yu Guili breathed a sigh of relief, "My family is here, so don't disturb you two."

Yi Zhongbin's eyes kept chasing the old man Fang and helped Yu Guili to go out. Turning his head, he looked at Dang Ming with a pair of charming peach eyes.

Dang Ming felt guilty.

"Xiao Ming." Yi Zhongbin leaned his body towards him, got close, and his warm breath fell on his ears when he spoke, "Your friend named Miss Yu..."

Dang Mingchao moved his butt beside him, feeling even more guilty.

"Is it taken care of by that old man just now?" Yi Zhongbin asked again.

Dang Ming breathed a sigh of relief, took a sip of the cold blue mountain, and gave a vague hum.

When Yi Zhongbin saw his ambiguous attitude, he affirmed his judgment even more.

A beautiful young woman who was taken care of by a rich old man, while she was still beautiful, used the old man's money to buy a few shops for investment...

Yi Zhongbin made up a plot in his own brain, first confirmed the conclusion, and then looked for evidence, the more he thought about it, the more it seemed to be the case, and he quickly convinced himself.

The vegetable market was bustling with people, Mo Bai lightly swept around the aquatic products stalls, raised his finger to a kind of cuttlefish with small mouth and long body, "Two of these."

The place where the inkhead fish swims in the pool is like washing inkstones to remove residual ink. There are strands of black mist all over the water, and the fish seems to be rolling in the black ink, which is so dark.

The boss quickly fished out two and weighed them.

Ivan stretched out his hand to touch the body of the fish, which was as black as ink, and was terrified by the cold water, and quickly withdrew his hand.

The corner of Mobai's mouth curled into a smile, "Squid's flesh is flat, it has the effect of nourishing blood, nourishing yin, removing stasis and relieving pain."

Ivan wiped his water-stained fingers on his trousers, stood up and nodded, "No wonder I want to buy cuttlefish today, sister Li hurt her foot."

The boss handed over the slaughtered cuttlefish, and Ivan reached out to take it, "Brother, what should I do with this fish?"

"Dongpo cuttlefish." Mo Bai said.

The cuttlefish had already been slaughtered, and when he got home, Mo Bai processed it again by himself, removing the tendons of the fish with a knife, so that the dish would not have a fishy smell.

"You come to cut the fish." Mo Bai handed the fish to Ivan who was watching the fun by the side.

"it is good."

Ivan took the extremely sharp kitchen knife, "How do you cut it?"

The forefinger with black and white bones tapped lightly on the table a few times, and said slowly as if reciting a mantra, "Peel the fish body into two pieces, connect the fish head, leave half of the tail on each side, remove the backbone, and cut the fish meat with a straight knife." In, flat knife out, 6 cuts each."

After Mobai's voice fell, Ivan nodded, put his left hand on the fish, and dropped the knife with his right, cutting the fish in two neatly.

"After cutting it up, I'll cook him a chicken with refined salt and rice wine," Mo Bai said.

Ivan sneered, "The horse kills the chicken" from Mo Bai's mouth, how could it be so contrary to harmony.

Heat half a pot of oil, fill the fish body with dry starch, lift the fish tail, use a frying spoon to pour the hot oil onto the knife edge of the fish, repeat this several times, wait until the knife edge is turned up and set, and then put the fish belly paste pot into the oil , deep-fried until the surface is golden, standing upright.

The two cats swaggered into the kitchen following the scent, and Ivan picked up some freshly cut corners and put them on a small porcelain plate and served them to the cats.

Ji Bao sat on the side obediently, and waited for Dakang, the Persian cat, to finish eating, then went to lick the plate, and there was a little blood on the bottom of the plate.

Seeing that he was pitiful, Ivan kindly persuaded him, "Keppel, go eat some cat food."

Mo Bai raised his eyes and glanced, "Ji Bao is going to be a father, he is sensible." Then he lowered his eyes to look at the fish in the pot.

A small spoonful of lard is used as the base for the stir-fried sauce, add watercress, ginger, onion and garlic, sauté until fragrant, add broth, sugar, soy sauce, wet starch to thicken a thin layer, pour over the fish after cooking, and finally sprinkle with scallion shreds .

The Dongpo cuttlefish on the table was bright red in color, crispy in skin and crispy in meat. Old man Fang caught a piece with the tip of his chopsticks. It was slightly spicy in the sweet and sour. He narrowed his eyes slightly, thoughtfully.

On the 36th floor of Jianye International, Accountant Zhang is reporting to Yi Fei the profitability of the hot pot restaurant this month.

"From the perspective of income, there has been a big recovery. If this growth rate continues, it will return to the level at this time last year in three months. It's just..."

"Just what?" Yi Fei's hand holding the pen paused, and the little joy that had just risen was suppressed again.

"One of our expenditure items is that the price of seasoning is too high. Although the gross profit has increased, the net profit is still very low."

Yi Fei's eyes darkened for a moment. He naturally knew what the "seasoning" the accountant was talking about, and he waved to Xiao Zhang, "Go out and call Yi Zhongbin in."

Xiao Zhang quickly left Yi Fei's office, raised his hand and knocked on the glass door of the assistant's office, "I'm sick, the boss is calling you."

Yi Zhongbin has a disease, and the employees in the company call him "sick" in private.

Entering Yifei's office, Yi Zhongbin reported the case of Yu Guili's adoption in detail, and was speechless when it was over, "What a beauty, it's a pity."

After Yi Feilue thought about it, it's no wonder that Yu Guili didn't even pay back the price when he bought the first store, isn't she acting like a vase mistress.

Directly ordered, "Then inform her to sign the transfer contract. The money will go to my private account, and I have other uses."

After Yi Zhongbin left, Yi Fei clenched his fists on his forehead and frowned, as if he had many things on his mind that couldn't be resolved.

He asked Yi Zhongbin to investigate casually before, and wanted him to know that Yi Zhongbin's investigation was really so casual, and he wondered if it would add another melancholy.

"Xiaobai, are you interested in opening another restaurant?" After a meal, the old man leaned back on the recliner contentedly, with the two pension money in his pocket eager to move, "I think the hot pot restaurant is now on the right track Well, let them do it, I will partner with you and open a private restaurant."

Mo Bai stood by the window and looked out. The light was on in the kitchen, and Ivan was washing dishes, and a silhouette fell on the window.

"Not enough time." Mo Bai said, "Not enough time to do it again."

Old man Fang was puzzled, "You are not yet 30, right? How can you not have enough time at such a young age?"

Mo Bai: "...I'm afraid you don't have enough time."

Qu Mobai, who is harmless to humans and animals, made old man Fang very angry.

There is no never-ending banquet in the world, but Du Yang is the first person to bid farewell to everyone in the snack street.

Du Yang watched "The Moon and Sixpence" for half a year, and finally decided to leave love before the Spring Festival and pursue his own distant place.

Unlike the painters who leave without saying goodbye in the novel, Du Yang bids farewell to everyone one by one, which is different from his usual calm style, as if a fiery farewell can appease the anxiety about the unknown future.

When I bid farewell to the hot pot restaurant, it was exactly 3:[-] in the afternoon, and Mo Bai was the only person in the restaurant writing at the table.

After hearing what he said, Mo Bai had a clear expression, "When are you leaving?"

"Saturday morning." Du Yang paused and added, "The morning after tomorrow."

Mo Bai didn't ask him where he was going, but smiled and said to him, "Then I will practice it for you at noon tomorrow."

"Okay." Du Yang clasped his fists together, he was grateful to Mo Bai for not asking more, because he didn't know where to go, the only thing he could be sure of was that he would go, and set foot on a wandering journey from then on.

"Du Yang." Mo Bai stopped him again from behind.

Du Yang stopped and turned around.

"Are you from Cantonese?"

"Yes."

"it is good."

Mo Bai nodded with a smile, bent down to continue writing, but he could no longer connect to the previous book.I took a new piece of paper, thought for a while, and wrote on it:

Husband has ambitions all over the world, thousands of miles are neighbors