At this time,
Fangzheng, who was walking and talking, immediately realized that the store was very cold as soon as he entered the store.
"Hiss, proprietress, is the air conditioner turned on in your store... Hey, no, the air conditioner is turned off."
"I see, why doesn't the proprietress turn on the air conditioner, because the proprietress is mourning for a person named 'Leng' who died."
Fangzheng made a gesture of clapping his fists, showing a surprised expression as expected.
While Fangzheng was talking, he had already sat down at Zhang Yuanhai's leading table, waiting for his fried noodles to be served. At this moment, Fang Zheng just turned his head and saw Liu Ming outside the door with a troubled expression on his mouth.
And the back view of the plump, protruding and backward-looking proprietress, who is concentrating on serving the noodles. The back view is not as graceful as a girl in her twenties who just graduated from university, with a small waist, but women in this age group are familiar Juicy peaches have a special mature charm, which especially seduces men.
"Boss, don't throw away the noodles that are stained with your sweat. Coat them with egg liquid, stick them with bread crumbs, and deep-fry them until they are golden and crispy. The uncle next door is crying." Fang Zheng sat down on his seat, raised his finger Pointing to Zhang Yuanhai who led the table, he said to the proprietress who was below.
At this moment, Zhang Yuanhai turned his head around, looking like a starved ghost, his eyes under the glasses were glowing green like a hungry beast, and he was staring straight at the noodles cooking in the pot without blinking.
Doesn't this look mean that he is about to cry
Even the abnormally low temperature in the store was ignored by him, and only food remained in his eyes!
The proprietress who was busy at first froze when she heard Fang Zheng's words, then she turned her face with a fake smile and looked at Fang Zheng with a smile: "I don't know what you are talking about, why are you sweating and crying? "
"No, you know." Fangzheng was rarely serious, speaking very firmly, looking at the proprietress who turned around.
"Because I saw something in the eyes of the proprietress."
The proprietress' expression this time was surprisingly calm: "What is it?"
Fangzheng is serious: "In the eyes of the proprietress, I only see my pair of watery eyes that will never lie. Eyes are the window to the soul, so since I have not lied, there is only one truth, which is the proprietress." you are lying."
As early as the moment Fangzheng entered the store and passed by the proprietress, Fangzheng had already seen a drop of sweat dripping down the proprietress' chin and into the pot where the noodles were cooking.
He is not stupid,
It's really like the little Lengtouqing who doesn't understand anything, ignorant, and rushes forward with no heart of guard.
That's not just stupid.
still cannon fodder
…
After listening to Fang Zheng's words, the proprietress laughed so much that her branches trembled wildly, her heavy chest was shaking in front of her eyes, and her tall and pretty lower body was also trembling.
The landlady is laughing.
Fangzheng was also laughing.
Two people, one inside the store and one outside the store, are smiling at each other.
Well,
Both had a good laugh.
People who don't know think that the two are flirting,
Hook up with each other.
But only the two parties know the truth.
"Little brother, your mouth is so sweet. Sister, I also saw something in your eyes. Do you know what it is?" The itchy string, but under the dim light in the store, the expression on his face was a little dark and unclear, looking a little gloomy and gloomy.
Fangzheng became interested: "Oh, what is it?"
The proprietress turned around completely this time, and looked at Fangzheng with a smile: "Your eyes are telling you, sister, I am looking at the black backpack that you put on the table and have been with you since you entered the store."
"Brother, you keep saying that you will not lie to my sister, so can you tell my sister honestly, what is in the black backpack that you have never left?"
"Sister, I believe, brother, you won't have the heart to lie to your sister, will you?"
The proprietress seemed to be dripping water from her eyes, and her face was peachy. Because it was very hot, fine beads of sweat were secreting on her snow-white neck and face.
The proprietress of the noodle shop is wet.avi.
"If the proprietress wants to see it, of course she can, but before looking at it, the takeaway guy who has been waiting outside the door for a long time seems to have something to say to the proprietress?" Fangzheng lifted his backpack which was leaning against the table.
Liu Ming was suddenly moved to the point of crying.
Goodness see you.
Your flirting is flirting, and you finally remembered that there was a passerby like me outside the door.
"Miss Boss, it's almost time to deliver the order, can you cook the clear soup beef rice noodles for me first... Also, the rice noodles in your pot have been boiled for too long, and they are all boiled, do you need another pot? "The delivery man Liu Ming looked at the time and said anxiously
The proprietress frowned and glanced at Liu Ming outside the door, then picked up the noodles that had been boiled for too long, packed them casually, and sent Liu Ming away impatiently.
After dismissing the delivery man, the proprietress turned around and looked at Fangzheng: "Can we talk this time?"
"Actually, I'm a very nostalgic young man who likes national classical percussion instruments. The proprietress can call me a national musician." Fang Zheng reached out and patted the guitar backpack, showing his white teeth and smiling.
The proprietress was very interested, and then asked: "I don't know what instrument my brother practiced?"
"As a musician of national classical percussion instruments, if I say that I carry a knife as a musical instrument, it shouldn't be too much, right?" Fang Zheng put his hand on the guitar backpack and said, looking at the proprietress at the door.
The proprietress laughed again: "Brother, you are so funny."
"It's been a long time since no one has been able to make my sister so happy. It's the fate of my brother and sister to meet you today. Since you call me big sister, I'll let my sister buy my cute little brother for free today. "
After the proprietress finished speaking, she turned around and worked for a while, cooked the noodles, picked up the noodles with a colander, drained the water, put pork chops, carrots, celery, soybean sprouts, and sprinkled with a little green onion one by one.
The next step is to fry the fried sauce, and finally pour the fried hot fried sauce on the noodles, and two bowls of steaming hot fried noodles are ready.
When the proprietress was about to pick up two bowls of pork chop noodles, she seemed to think of something, and grabbed two handfuls of coriander and put them in the noodles.
But after hesitating for a while, the proprietress grabbed another handful of cilantro and put them in one of the bowls of fried noodles. Then, carrying two bowls of steaming fried noodles, she walked into the store with her plump body twisting and turning.
Snapped,
The fried noodles with less coriander was placed on the table in front of Zhang Yuanhai, and Zhang Yuanhai couldn't wait to gobble it up.
Snapped,
Only Haoqi added two handfuls of coriander to the noodles, and the proprietress gently placed them in front of Fang.
"Brother, this is my sister's own noodles, eat it while it's hot."
"..."
Looking at the steaming face in front of him, Fangzheng fell silent.
(end of this chapter)