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It started to rain in Chengdu in the middle of the night. It wasn't very heavy at first, just a drizzle, but then a strong wind slowly started blowing.
"Hoola, hoola"
The leaves of the big tree were blown into a mess by the wind, and many leaves fell down under the influence of the strong wind.
"It's raining, it's really cold." Molière felt that his breath was white.
The alarm clock was set for 6:30 in the morning. As soon as the alarm clock rang, Molière got up from the bed. Yesterday, he was amazed by both the cold glass and the red wine. Even the little white wine he drank yesterday was very smooth. It tastes soft and mellow when you drink it, not at all like the spicy taste in Molière's impression.
But in total, he drank a small glass. Although he had the urge to beat the generous self an hour ago to death, he could only swallow what he said.
So today Molière got up early, one was to have breakfast, the other was to go to the lottery, and he didn't plan to ask Dean to come with him.
As for what Dean said he wanted to call him last night, Molière said he drank too much and was too confused to remember.
"Today I want to eat big hands and small hands. The names of Chinese dishes are really interesting." When he wanted to eat pig trotters, Molière went back and did his homework and found an interesting pig trotters dish.
Big hands holding small hands, that is, braised chicken feet with pig's trotters in Shandong cuisine. This dish is available in the God of Cooking shop.
After quickly packing himself up, Molière headed towards the God of Cooking shop.
While Yuan Zhou was having breakfast at the airport, Molière headed towards Taoxi Road.
"Tap tap tap tap"
The road was still a little wet, but it did not affect Molière's brisk pace. As long as he thought about all kinds of delicious Chinese breakfasts that he didn't know about, he felt very good. He even hummed leisurely about the French countryside. minor key.
"At dawn, I always feel like someone is trying to take my spot."
Just as Molière was getting closer and closer to the Chef's Shop, Wu Hai woke up: "Yesterday's nightmare really scared me to death. I must eat more today to comfort myself."
"Someone wants to take my place." Wu Hai immediately stood up, put on some clothes and headed towards the slide. He saw Molière coming slowly.
In fact, it is still ten minutes in the morning from Wu Hai's usual queue time, because Zhou Xi has not arrived yet and is on his way.
"Hua Hua Hua"
Wu Hai was extremely fast. The whole process from getting up to going down the slide took a very short time. In just one minute, others were already standing at the door of the shop.
Molière, on the other hand, was rushing on his way in high spirits, and was almost startled by the person who suddenly rushed out. He had no idea that he would be robbed first. For him, as long as he could win the prize and have breakfast, it would be a good thing.
Wu Hai took a serious look at the face of the person who wanted to steal his first place, and found out that he was a foreigner. After he didn't recognize him, he turned around and stood in line to wait in line for dinner, and then he saw the familiar white color.
"ah!!"
Wu Hai let out a high-pitched scream, which frightened the birds on the trees on the street next to him. They flapped their wings and flew away.
The leave request slip that had been soaked by the rain, the number of days and reasons for the leave were still clearly visible, and Wu Hai simply couldn't live without love.
"I also have a bottle of blueberry jam and a bottle of cherry jam. For four days, one bottle a day is definitely not enough, so I can only eat half a bottle a day." Wu Hai half-crouched on the ground autistically, and then began to mouth murmur.
As a mature black beast, he has learned to store food, just so that he will not starve to death during Yuan Zhou's days off.
Of course, what he was hoarding was not his own food at all, but the food sponsored by Zhou Xi and Zheng Jiawei. He finished his share as soon as he got it.
"?" Molière stood behind Wu Hai and was frightened by him. He looked confused and had no idea what was going on.
After taking a few steps forward, he saw some words written on a piece of white paper, but he had no idea what they were written on. There were a series of Chinese characters on them. Molière said he didn't recognize any of them.
"Wu Hai, what happened?" Molière asked Wu Hai.
"Oh, Yuan Zhou asked for leave, four days." Wu Hai replied without emotion.
"Oh, asking for leave, what, asking for leave!" Molière couldn't nod his head.
We promised to come and eat together the next day, but now I’m taking a day off and eating shit!
Feeling downcast, Molière didn't know what to do, so he imitated Wu Hai's posture and squatted on the spot, planning to slow down.
When Lao Yuan Zhou Xi came, he saw two people squatting at the door. He immediately guessed what happened. It was probably Boss Yuan who asked for leave. As expected, he saw a familiar leave slip in front of him.
With the arrival of Zhou Xi, other diners also came slowly, and then they saw three people squatting in a row, and then they were greeted by the bad news.
"I was just wondering why Boss Yuan has brought out new products so quickly recently, including wine and food. It turned out that I was waiting here."
"How did Boss Yuan know about these festivals? If it hadn't been written down, I wouldn't have known there were such festivals."
"I don't know what happened to Boss Yuan, so he had to take leave for so long."
"It seems like it's time to enrich my wallet again. I can have one more dish when Boss Yuan comes back."
Everyone's reaction was relatively accustomed. At first, they felt that Yuan Zhou was asking for leave. Now, including Wu Hai, they were shocked and then calmed down. They were thinking about how to spend the next few days without a small shop. Of course, they didn't want Yuan Zhou to ask for leave. It's all the same.
Yin Ya came over a little early in the morning to feed the rice trio, and then went to the second floor to look at the snacks left by Yuan Zhou.
There is a translucent storage box placed in the fresh-keeping compartment above the refrigerator. It is unclear what is inside, but it can only be seen that it is filled to the brim.
Open - braised pig trotters, braised chicken feet, braised beef.
"Is this a snack??" Yin Ya, who was desperately trying to lose weight, was stunned.
The small shop here was quite harmonious, but on the other side Yuan Zhou had a bowl of Wenling's special breakfast noodle paste with fried dough sticks and then headed towards the Qingjing Temple.
Because he was leaving at noon, Yuan Zhou did not bring his suitcase with him. He stored his luggage at the airport and traveled lightly.
Having already checked the route, Yuanzhou had breakfast, took a taxi and went straight to the Qingjing Temple. The driver was a man in his thirties, with a dark red face, and was very talkative.
When I heard Yuan Zhou say that he was going to Qingjing Temple, he immediately started talking about all the allusions to Qingjing Temple. He talked very lively and drove the car very steadily.
What the driver said was very interesting, and Yuan Zhou was very excited to hear it.
"Guests can go and see this newly built auditorium. It was built with donations from the king. It looks very beautiful. Guests will definitely not lose money if they go to see it." The master's Mandarin has a strong Minnan accent, but fortunately it is relatively easy to understand. .
"I will definitely go and see it, thank you." Yuan Zhou thanked him.
"By the way, guest, the Qingjing Temple is a mosque and does not accept incense offerings. Guests should be careful." The driver quickly reminded him the last sentence as he saw that the destination was approaching.
Many people don't know these rules, so many drivers in Wenling will remind tourists to avoid misunderstandings.
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