I became an internet celebrity by running a grocery store

When Zhang Xiaobei was in a daze, he saw Aunt Wang rushing past his eyes, with a gust of wind blowing on his face.

Now that Aunt Wang has passed, I don't need to bother to inquire about it. Aunt Wang will definitely come back and talk to me first.He opened the canteen and resumed business. It's not that he is so diligent, but today is not a rest day, and closing the store will affect the traffic.

Zhang Xiaobei felt that now the software made him look like a little money fanatic, getting into cat coins all day long.

Just thinking wildly, Aunt Wang trotted into the canteen.

"Xiaobei, hey, you didn't go to see it, you are so pitiful."

"What's the matter, what happened."

"An actor, Diao Weiya, fell down. Not only did he break his foot, but he also had a big gash in his calf from the stone below, and the bleeding couldn't stop."

"Ah, did you take him to the hospital?"

"That's for sure. It's not a car. It's going to the county hospital." Aunt Wang stretched out her hand and pointed out, and saw a black commercial vehicle driving past at a high speed, kicking up a cloud of dust.

After a while, Qin Jia also came back.

Zhang Xiaobei happened to be cooking. In the morning, he bought a large casserole and some potato flour in the town, and cooked a bowl of casserole potato flour with the sauce bought that day.

The sauce in that bottle was mainly spicy, so Zhang Xiaobei poured some sesame and peanut sauce on top when it was out of the pot.

At this moment, Qin Jia just came back, and as soon as he entered the door and smelled it, he went to the kitchen.

"Xiao Bei, it smells so good, what are you doing?"

"Potato powder in a casserole." Zhang Xiaobei said without turning his head, his subordinates were busy putting the powder into a small bowl, and Qin Jia came up to help him.

Before Xia Songfeng came, Zhang Xiaobei scooped up two bowls and took them out with Qin Jia.

The soft, chewy, smooth and refreshing potato flour is served with various side dishes such as green vegetables, shredded kelp and bean sprouts, and then wrapped in two kinds of sauces, just the smell makes people salivate.It is also sprinkled with some coriander and chopped green onion, no matter in appearance or taste, people can't fault it.

Qin Jia picked up the chopsticks first, picked up one and stuffed it into his mouth, it was so hot that he couldn't speak.

"Eat slowly." Zhang Xiaobei said with a smile.

Qin Jia smiled sweetly at him, not feeling ashamed at all.

"Xiaobei, you should know about the back mountain."

Zhang Xiaobei paused for a few seconds and nodded. This was the first time Qin Jia had taken the initiative to talk to him about the crew.In order to avoid suspicion, he never inquired about the shooting situation.

Qin Jia sighed, "It's too miserable, and that's why I don't like hanging wire. I've been hurt before, and it really hurt. I almost broke my back at that time."

"Ah, you fell down too, are you okay?"

"It's okay, I'll be fine after more than half a year of training. My waist is in great shape now." After speaking, he blinked his left eye at Zhang Xiaobei ambiguously.

Zhang Xiaobei let out a light cough and lowered his head.

He knows that Qin Jia always likes to fire at him, but he doesn't think that people like him self-righteously.He is a big star, and he is so handsome, there must be many suitors around him, so he will not get involved.

At this time, the phone rang twice, and it was a message from Xia Songfeng, saying that he would not come back for dinner in the hospital.

After Zhang Xiaobei sent him a message back, he got up and took the remaining portion of potato flour from the kitchen to the canteen, and sold it to Chang Rubi on the shelf, without any waste.

Filming had to be suspended because someone was injured.Director Yan was very sad, and even the entire crew was under a low pressure.

Xiao Wang bought some good meat and vegetables for Zhang Xiaobei and asked him to cook for Director Yan to make him happy.Xiao Wang took a lot, obviously not the amount for a meal.Zhang Xiaobei knew that this was a deliberate purchase for him to keep.He took it politely, after all, it takes time and effort to make such a table of dishes, so what's wrong with asking for some wages.

It's cold now, Zhang Xiaobei thought it would be better to cook hot pot.But knowing that Director Yan can't eat too spicy food, Zhang Xiaobei specially put in less chili and green pepper.In addition, I made a non-spicy mushroom soup pot.

This Zhang Xiaobei uses the hot pot base, but adds some extra red dates, corn segments, coriander, tomato slices, enoki mushrooms and shiitake mushrooms that have been cooked together to make the umami taste more intense.

For the rest of the meat dishes, he should wash and marinate them all on the plate.In addition to the necessary ingredients for hot pot, he also fried crispy pork and spicy beef this time.

Suddenly thinking that the persimmon Liu Bing gave him last time seemed to be almost ripe, Zhang Xiaobei ran to the room to have a look, and it was obviously much softer.

Picking a few overripe persimmons and taking them to the kitchen, he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to fry some persimmons.

He remembered that when eating hot pot outside, in addition to soy milk and ice powder, almost every table would order a pumpkin pie.There is no pumpkin at home, and the persimmon cake is also good.

Wash the persimmons and peel them.The persimmon skin is thin and lustrous like crystal.The flesh is red as fire and has a sweet taste.

Put them all in a bowl and crush them with a spoon.Persimmons have a lot of water, and the pressed juice is not very viscous.Spoon half a bowl of flour into the bowl, and mix well with the crushed persimmons.

Because it was the first time to make it, Zhang Xiaobei couldn't figure out how much flour to add, so he could only add a little bit.Put it down and stir it until it can be mixed into a soft dough in the bowl.

After the noodles are ready, the next step is the filling. The filling of persimmon cakes is generally composed of white sugar, white sesame seeds, raisins, and crushed sesame seeds and peanuts.

Time was running short, Zhang Xiaobei didn't have time to prepare so much, the only thing at home was sugar and peanuts.

He crushed peanuts and mixed them with sugar.Then break the dough into small pieces, press them into skins with your hands, and put a spoonful of fillings inside.

Zhang Xiaobei's method of making stuffing is extremely rough, in his opinion, as long as it can cover the pot without leaking, it will be fine.

Swollen dried persimmons emerged in his hands like an assembly line, and were stacked neatly on the chopping board.After wrapping it, he took out a pan and poured a little oil on it.When the oil is about 6 to 7% hot, put the persimmons in the pan and fry for a while, then use a spatula to press them into a cake shape.

The persimmons are so ripe that they can be turned over after frying for a few minutes.Fry until golden on both sides, just like the sun shining in the sky at noon.

Zhang Xiaobei packed a lot of dried persimmons, and it took three pots of frying to finish them.He picked a few of the best looking ones and placed them on a plate, bringing them into the room.

Xia Songfeng walked in, washed his hands in the courtyard, and went directly to the kitchen to help, but saw that Zhang Xiaobei had prepared everything.

"Xiao Bei, you are too virtuous."

Seeing that the table was packed to the brim, the dishes were washed clean, cut and stacked on the plate.The same goes for the meat, which is neat and tidy, as if it has participated in military training.

"I came here a little early today, I didn't expect you to be too fast. Whoever marries you in the future will not die happily." As he spoke, his subordinates began to serve him dishes.

Zhang Xiaobei squinted at him, "What do you mean someone else will marry me? I'm a man, so I should marry someone else."

Xia Songfeng paused, as if his heart was twisted, "Why, Xiaobei wants to marry a wife."

"That's not it."

Xia Songfeng breathed a sigh of relief, but the pain did not go away immediately. He gently placed the dish in his hand on the table, "Xiao Bei, what do you like?"

It was the first time that Xia Songfeng asked him what he liked, Zhang Xiaobei was slightly surprised.

"Why did you suddenly remember to ask me this?"

Xia Songfeng looked away guiltily, "Just...just ask, we have known each other for so long, it seems that we have never talked about this kind of question. If I have the type you like, I can introduce it to you."

"Introduce me, I'm very demanding." Zhang Xiaobei joked with him, not wanting to answer this question.

He wants someone like Xia Songfeng, so if you say it, don't scare him to death. Can he give him himself?

"Tell me." Xia Songfeng persisted.

Zhang Xiaobei took a deep breath, straightened up and looked at him, "Okay, you asked me to say this."

Looking at Xiaobei's crystal-like pupils, Xia Songfeng felt a little apprehension and uneasiness in addition to anticipation.He clenched his fist and made a swallowing motion.

"You said."

"I like long and beautiful ones. If you have a good figure, it will be even better. Big breasts, buttocks, thin waist and long legs, do you have any around you?"

Xia Songfeng was stunned, feeling as if his heart was being passed through by a huge electric current, which made him feel that even simple breathing was painful.His breath was a little unsteady, and his left hand was only clasping the corner of the table.Because only in this way can he maintain an upright posture and not be bent by the severe pain, but his back still arches unconsciously.

"You're serious." Xia Songfeng heard his voice seemed to be coming from far away, it was hazy and couldn't be heard clearly.

But Zhang Xiaobei's words 'really' sounded so resounding as if hundreds of bells and drums were beating against his ears at the same time.

Xia Songfeng took a deep breath, feeling a sore nose, and even the picture in front of him was a bit blurred.His right hand was tightly clenched into a fist, and his nails deeply imprinted several small crescents on the palm, even piercing into the flesh.But he didn't feel the pain at all, none of these hurt people as the phrase 'really'.

"Xiaobei, here we come." Qin Jia and Director Yan walked in happily from outside the door.

"Here you come, fast forward, just getting ready."

"Xiao Bei, I'll help you serve the food." Director Yan and Qin Jia got into the kitchen, and several dishes were quickly brought into the room together.

At this time, Xia Songfeng had already adjusted his expression. He turned his head to look at the three of them, his eyes quickly passed over Xiao Bei and finally fell on Yan Dao.

"You are here, sit down."

"Xia Songfeng, why did you come so early?" Qin Jia asked.

"Come help." Xia Songfeng said lightly, and then sat beside Director Yan.

Zhang Xiaobei gave him a strange look, obviously he usually sat with him.But Qin Jia's words quickly attracted his attention.

"Xiao Bei, what is this?"

"Persimmons, I fried them myself, try them."

Qin Jia picked up a piece with a smile, and half of the dried persimmon disappeared in one bite.

"It's delicious, and there are fillings. You still know how to make this."

"My company used to sell it downstairs, and this is the first time I've made it, as long as you like it." Then he asked Director Yan to try it too.

Zhang Xiaobei felt that he was familiar with Xia Songfeng, so he didn't ask him to eat, thinking that he would take it himself.As a result, seeing that the plate of persimmons was about to bottom out, Zhang Xiaobei took one and put it on his plate without seeing him take it.

"Why don't you eat it? I fried it myself."

Xia Songfeng shook his head lightly, his attitude was a bit neutral, "I don't like persimmons."

Zhang Xiaobei frowned, but he clearly remembered that when Brother Liu Bing delivered it, he said he liked it very much.

Qin Jia's eyes flicked back and forth between the two of them several times. He put down the bowl and chopsticks and gently tugged at Xiao Bei's clothes, silently mouthing "what's wrong with him".

Zhang Xiaobei shook his head, how could he know that he was fine just now.

After a delicious hot pot stew, only Yan Dao eats it carefree and enjoyable.

When we were about to finish eating, we couldn't help talking about the injured actor again.Director Yan let out a long sigh, and the brows that had just been stretched were furrowed together again.

Suddenly he looked at Xia Songfeng without blinking his eyes.

"Cunchang Xia, stand up and let me see."

Xia Songfeng glanced at him suspiciously, but stood up obediently, "What's wrong?"

"Like, it's so similar." Director Yan rubbed the green stubble on his chin lightly, and the eyes that had been lifeless before suddenly flashed green.

Qin Jia also reacted immediately, and said from the side: "It does look a bit like that." Then Xia Songfeng turned his back to them.

Director Yan was even more excited now, and stood up suddenly.

"Mr. Xia, are you interested in filming? Your side profile and back look really resemble our actor."