Chapter 143 (1/2)

For a long time, ah Yao was so surprised that she couldn't get back to her mind.

Mo xingle rubbed his chin, took out a mirror from his sleeve and looked at himself like a mirror of self pity. There was no problem: ”it's still that handsome and handsome me. What are you surprised at? I didn't see it. My mouth is quite open. Maybe I can plug in earth eggs? ”

A Yao recovered from the mess in the wind: ”I've been away for three days and look at you with new eyes.”

When I first saw him, his eyebrow was a nine ring broadsword eyebrow, which grew unrestrained. All his appearance impressions were taken away by the pair of thick black eyebrows. Even if there were many thieves running by, he had to consider whether he could take some moves under his hand before anyone wanted to start.

When we meet again, the eyebrow is the lying silkworm eyebrow that put down the butcher's knife and became a Buddha. It is neatly repaired and set off his eyes. He joked, his eyes are smart and witty, with a smile. His eyes are full of anger and huge waves in his eyes; The muscles don't seem to show. It's probably that they put on suitable clothes, take off the iron whip, wear a waist tag and a jade pendant, and finally disappear. When walking on the road, others will only think that this is the childe of a rich family.

It's not her pot. Mo xingle has changed too much. This gap will eat whales every minute.

”Brother Mo, you are also in the capital. I'll make bridge rice noodles first. Please wait a moment.” Ah Yao said that there were still eight people who came with Mo xingle. We can't let the guests starve and watch them talk about the past. Moreover, ah Yao couldn't think of anything to say except thanks.

She went back and brought out the bridge rice noodles.

As soon as the master wanted to gossip about what happened between their Lord Mo and the little cook, he smelled a strong smell of chicken. This smell was different from sesame oil chicken soup. The latter was the domineering smell of sesame oil. The former stewed chicken. From this smell alone, you can imagine how delicious the stew should be. The chicken smell was strong and the meat was tender. Maybe the meat and bone could be separated when it was torn a little, Ooze out the soup and chicken oil.

When the bridge rice money came up, ah Yao said how to eat the bridge rice noodles. He had no time to try new ones and asked, ”what's still doing in the kitchen?”

A Yao: ”it's a steam pot chicken. The little hen that just laid eggs, about such a big steam pot, would you like one?”

She compared the size of the hen and the size of the steam pot. She said frankly that a steam pot chicken can be eaten by 2-3 people. If it is, they estimate that one or two pieces will be eaten by one person.

Master: ”let's try a steam pot chicken first.”

Mo xingle interrupted: ”give me one alone. I won't rob you.”

A Yao confirmed with them that when she returned to the kitchen, she received another order. Three bowls of steam pot chicken were brought out one after another. At the moment when the lid was opened, the old diner, the master's book and Mo xingle's eyes lit up. They picked up chopsticks one after another. They didn't think it was hot and tasted it carefully.

The eight comments brought by the master book showed that they were intoxicated and stretched out chopsticks one after another. As soon as they ate, their eyes stared round. They scooped a spoonful with a spoon and tasted it. After thinking about it, they rinsed tofu and dipped it in chicken juice, ”good times...”

After reading the main book, the eight critics exchanged eyes, divided them one by one, and fought when they got to the last few chopsticks.

”You!”

The master book was so anxious that he turned around and found that Mo xingle had brought his steamed chicken and bridge rice noodles to the next table to eat alone“ Another hot pot chicken! ”

”Sorry, while you were eating, other guests ordered steamed chicken one after another. I didn't prepare too much for the trial today. The steamed chicken is almost gone.” Ah Yao said, ”there will be steam pot chicken tomorrow.”

Steamed chicken is precisely a Yao's cooking skill, which successfully encircles the appetite and money bags of Dali Temple officials.

The cold wind is fierce and the snow is flying.

There were not many pedestrians on the street, but Sun Niang's foot shop was in full swing.

A Yao looked at the cold and saw that the supply of little hens came down, and the number of steamed chicken had to fall down, so she simply launched the pig belly chicken pot.

Most people in Beijing think that ”porpoise meat is cheap” and the price is extremely low. Ah Yao is seen every day at later tables, especially small black pigs such as fengjianjian and pig 2018. The price is a little more expensive than ordinary pork. After she came to Beijing, she bought it all at once and ate it without burden.