When the few people came back, the news that Tao Mu was making things difficult for him on the set and making a big splash had spread. The group performers who lived under the same roof came over to inquire about gossip. The well-informed person surprised Da Mao and Xiao Pang.
However, the two were worried that so many people in the living room would disturb Tao Mu’s sleep, so they took everyone to the snack bar downstairs to talk about Dashan—the snack bar had air conditioning, and the group performers had to invite them to dinner in order to listen to gossip. . It would kill two birds with one stone to take advantage of it and make Tao Mu sleep well.
When Tao Mu woke up and went downstairs to look for someone, he saw Da Mao and Xiao Pang standing in the snack bar, dancing like a storyteller. A crowd of people eating melons sat beside a few small round tables—there were a few bottles of beer, fried peanuts, fried clams, fried sea melon seeds and other side dishes. When they heard the excitement, they clapped their hands and whistled. Book scene.
The noise can even be heard across the street.
The relish proprietress who was lying on the counter saw Tao Mu who was pushing the door, she slapped melon seeds, and shouted, "Hey, Xiaomu is here? What do you want to eat tonight, sister invite you."
Before he finished his words, some familiar old customers laughed and joked: "Oh, hey, treat them differently! I said the boss, you can’t just look at Tao Mu when he looks good. How can you just ask Tao Mu for a treat? People, you have to let everyone be covered in rain and dew, right?"
"Fuck your mother's shit! You treat me as stupid! Please you hungry wolves, don't eat my little shop." The proprietress glanced at the old customer: "Besides, today is Tao Mu's birthday. . I invite the little birthday star to dinner. It’s justified and well-founded. Maybe when the little birthday star bursts red on that day, you can also help me promote this little shop. Please help me with the old food gang. They are all meat buns. Hit the dog."
The proprietress rolled up her arms and rolled her sleeves, stunned the old customer who owed her mouth, and turned around and shouted at the kitchen: "Old Feng, make two special dishes, and then give Xiaomu a bowl of longevity noodles. Put the barbecued pork that I marinated last night. Bring it up."
Turning around, Tao Mu smiled and said, "This char siu is my sister's unique craft. I don't give it to ordinary people."
Tao Mu smiled and thanked him. Knowing that Tao Mu hadn't eaten in the evening, the owner of the cooking in the back kitchen quickly served Tao Mu's birthday noodles and a plate of char siu. Before Tao Mu moved his chopsticks, Da Mao and Xiao Pang had already stretched out their paws eagerly.
The char siu meat has been hot in the boss's big iron pot, and it was still steaming when it was fished out. The two little wolfhounds who stole the food were scalded and barked, and the one with the thicker hair did not forget to say: "This lomei is really good. The lady boss is indeed the lady boss, she is not only good at cooking, but also good at cooking. No wonder Feng Brothers. You are like a treasure."
The more real chubby disagreed: "I think it's okay. It doesn't seem to be as delicious as that of Brother Mu. Ask me to say that Brother Mu's craftsmanship is authentic, the stewed chicken paws are rotten and the skin is rotten, but the tendons are qq bombs. . Sprinkle sesame seeds on the fire and bake them, wishing to stick their mouths together.” It’s a pity that Tao Mu is too lazy, and the number of times he cooks can be counted with his fingers.
Just shut up! You can't stop your broken mouth even when you eat!
Da Mao stared at Xiao Pang with hatred for iron and steel. If there is so much to eat for free, the child really owes a beating.
The staring chubby was inexplicably: "Why are you staring at me?"
"So it turns out that Xiao Mu still cooks lo mei?" The lady boss' eyes lit up and she looked at Tao Mu with a smile: "You are so handsome at a young age and cooking so delicious, your girlfriend is blessed."
She knew that Tao Mu could cook because she had met Tao Mu when she went to the morning market to purchase with Lao Feng. It is said that I am not accustomed to the taste of southern cuisine, and want to relieve my hunger by myself. The proprietress remembered very clearly that Tao Mu cooked sweet and sour pork ribs, steamed fish and braised lamb.
Just that time, the proprietress had a fresh memory of Tao Mu's craftsmanship. It's a pity that everyone was not very familiar at that time, and the lady boss was too embarrassed to go upstairs and knock on the door.
"Of course. Don't believe me, let Brother Mu show you a hand another day." Xiaopang put his arms around Tao Mu's shoulder and moved his greasy right hand carefully under Tao Mu's gaze.
Xiaopang's remarks reminded many old customers of the delicious food at noon that day, and they immediately screamed: "Don't believe it, don't believe it, unless Tao Mu reveals it to us."
"Hey, don't be unbelievable."
Mu was questioned, Xiao Pang suddenly became anxious, his face was flushed, his head and his neck were flushed, and his head and his neck were flushed: "I didn't lie, our brother Mu's cooking skills are really good."
Including the boss and his wife, the diners burst into laughter. Wang Ye covered his face with one hand, and couldn't bear to look straight at the stupid hair.
Only Tao Mu didn't react.
The proprietress relied on the bowl of braised boil she gave away for free, and asked with a smile: "I said Xiaomu, are you interested in showing your sister a hand?"
After a pause, he added: "You don't need to prepare the ingredients, they are all ready-made in the store. You can come here directly if it is convenient for you."
"And sister won't let you Bailu. Let's first say yes, if your stewed cooking is really better than sister's. Then in the next month, you and Damao Xiaopang will not have to catch fire, and we will be in my small restaurant every day. Eat. How?"
Before the words were over, there were already guests who yelled there: "Yeah, the boss's wife is terrible. The rich woman only takes care of the little handsome guy one at a time. You want to take care of three at a time!"
"Fuck your mother's shit!" The proprietress glared at her, pinched her waist and cursed, "Dare to make fun of your mother, don't you want to live?"
The stunned guests bowed their hands with an unprovoking look, and everyone burst into laughter.
When the boss said this, Tao Mu was not good at rejecting it bluntly, so she had to say, "Then let’s go this Saturday. I had no show on Saturday, so I just borrowed flowers to present the Buddha to cook a meal. It is also a thank you to the boss and the boss for taking care of us these days. ."
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Chapter 6
Never sleep palace.
A nightclub whose business scope and purpose can be seen from its name. The decoration style is very in line with the local tyrant's aesthetic that even the second generation of the rich coal boss, even the toilet taps, must be gilded and bordered. At the entrance of the nightclub, there are two rows of white shirts, black stockings and black high-heeled shoes. The uniform skirt will cover the welcoming girl on the thigh. As soon as the guest pushed the door, he bowed ninety degrees and shouted "Welcome", then twisted his hips and led people from the splendid lobby to a wall covered with oversized mosaics, and the lights flickered. In the corridors that can sway the blind, the karaoke of ghosts and wolves continue to be heard from the boxes on both sides, until the end of the corridor, the dynamic dj dance music is getting louder and louder, and the field of vision suddenly opens up—
Young men and women who like clubbing stand on the dance floor, shaking their heads and raising their arms with the dj dance music that is so loud and deaf. The dancers in particularly cool and hot clothes stand on the stage and dance, attracting one after another howling and whistles. , The lantern ball above his head was extinguished, and when he spun crazily, it shuddered out of all kinds of light that dazzled the eyes of the blind. At first glance, it looked like a zombie on a dance floor was reveling.
Tao Mu was a little uncomfortable looking at the group of demons wiping their backs on the dance floor, twisting their waists, swaying their hips, grinding x_io_ng, and wiping their backs.
Before rebirth, Tao Mu was obsessed with finding trouble with Shen Yu, and didn't have the energy to relax himself. Later, he was banned by Shen Yu's admirers and had to quit the entertainment circle, and was taken by the Shen family to learn to do business. As a premature and mature business prodigy, Shen Chen himself is an extremely rigorous and old-fashioned person. He hates entertainment venues such as nightclubs, and even strongly opposes his family's access to such places.
In the first few years when Tao Mu returned to the Shen family, in order to please the Shen family, naturally he would not do anything that the Shen family did not like. After being expelled from the house by the Shen family, he wanted revenge. Every day I am either thinking about doing things or doing things, turning myself into a bitter and hatred neuropathy, and all entertainment activities are forgotten.
Now that time goes back, Tao Mu quietly looks at the demons on the dance floor