Chapter 2091 Big Hand Holding Small Hand

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It started to rain in Rongcheng in the middle of the night. It wasn't very heavy at first, just light rain, but slowly a gust of wind blew.

"Hula, holla"

The leaves of the big tree were messed up by the wind, and many leaves fell down under the action of the strong wind.

"It's raining, so it's really cold." Molière felt that the breath he exhaled was white.

The alarm clock was set at 6:30 in the morning. As soon as the alarm clock rang, Molière got up from the bed. Whether it was a cold glass or red wine yesterday, he was amazed. Even the little white wine he drank yesterday was very smooth. It is soft and mellow in the mouth, not at all like the spicy stimulation in Molière's impression.

But all in all, he drank a small cup. Although he had the urge to kill the generous self an hour ago, he could only swallow what he said.

So today Molière got up early, one was rushing to have breakfast, the other was to go to the lottery draw, and he didn't plan to ask Dean to come with him.

As for what Dean said last night to call him, Molière said that he drank too much alcohol and his mind was too confused, so he didn't remember.

"Today I want to eat big hand in hand, and the name of Huaxia's dish is really interesting." Molière went back to do his homework and found an interesting dish of pig's trotters.

Big hands holding small hands, that is, braised chicken feet with pig's trotters in Shandong cuisine. This dish is available in Chef God's Shop.

After tidying himself up quickly, Molière headed towards the God of Cooking shop,

Just as Yuan Zhou was eating breakfast at the airport, Mo Lian made his way to Taoxi Road.

"Tread Tread Tread"

The road was still a bit wet, but it didn't affect Molière's brisk pace. As long as he thought that there would be delicious Chinese breakfasts that he didn't know, he would feel very good, and even hummed leisurely in the French countryside minor.

"It's dawn, and I always feel that someone is going to take my place."

Just when Molière was getting closer and closer to the God of Cooking shop, Wu Hai woke up: "The nightmare yesterday really scared me to death, I must eat more to comfort myself today."

"Someone wants to take my place." Wu Hai immediately stood up and got up, put on a piece of clothing and walked towards the slide, seeing Molière who was coming slowly.

In fact, it was ten minutes before Wu Hai's usual queue time, because Zhou Xi hadn't arrived yet and was on his way.

"hush huh"

Wu Hai's speed was extremely fast, the whole process from getting up to going down the slide was extremely short, and he was already standing at the door of the small shop in just a minute.

Molière, on the other hand, was on his way excitedly, and was almost not taken aback by the people who rushed out, but he didn't have any sense of being robbed first. For him, as long as he can draw a 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 grab him first, and found that it was a foreigner. After he didn't recognize him, he turned his head and stood in line to wait for dinner, and then saw the familiar white.

"ah!!"

Wu Hai let out a high-pitched scream, startling the birds on the trees in the street next to him, and "flapped, flapped" and flew away.

The leave slip that had been soaked by the rain, the number of days and the reason for the leave were still clearly visible on it, Wu Hai simply couldn't love it.

"I still 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 squatted on the ground self-contained, and then started talking. Mutter.

As a mature black beast, it has already learned to stockpile food, in order not to starve to death when Yuanzhou is on leave.

Of course, what he hoarded was not his own food at all, but it was sponsored by Zhou Xi and Zheng Jiawei.

He ate his own share as soon as he got it.

"?" Molière stood behind Wu Hai and was terribly frightened by him, with a dazed expression on his face, completely unaware of what happened.

A few steps forward, I saw some words written on a piece of white paper, but I didn't know what it was written on. It was all a string of Chinese characters, and Molière said that he didn't know any of them.

"Wu, may I ask what happened?" Molière asked Wu Hai.

"Oh, Yuan Zhou asked for leave for four days." Wu Hai replied very emotionlessly.

"Oh, ask for leave, what, ask for leave!" Molière couldn't nod his head no matter what.

We agreed to come to eat the next day, holding hands with each other, and now I'm taking leave to eat a fart!

Depressed, Molière didn't know what to do, so he imitated Wu Hai's posture and squatted on the spot, intending to slow down.

When Zhou Xi came from afar, he saw the two people squatting at the door, and immediately guessed what happened. Most likely, Boss Yuan asked for leave. As expected, he saw the familiar leave note in front of him.

With Zhou Xi's arrival, other diners also came slowly, and then saw three squatting in a row, and then greeted the bad news.

"I'll just say how Boss Yuan has been adding new ones so fast recently. It's both wine and food. So he was waiting here."

"By the way, how did Boss Yuan know about these festivals? I really wouldn't have known about these festivals if it hadn't been written."

"I don't know what's wrong with Boss Yuan, but he has to ask for leave for so long."

"Looks like it's time to enrich your purse again. When Boss Yuan comes back, you can eat an extra dish."

Everyone was quite used to the reaction. At the beginning, seeing Yuanzhou asking for leave, they thought they were going to die. Now, including Wu Hai, they were all startled and then calmed down. They were thinking about how to spend the few days without a small shop. Of course, they didn't want Yuanzhou to ask for leave. All the same.

Yin Ya came a little earlier in the morning to feed the rice three, and then went to the second floor to look at the snacks left by Yuan Zhou.

There is a translucent storage box in the fresh-keeping room above the refrigerator. I can't see what's in it vaguely, I can only see that it is full.

Open - braised pig's trotters, braised chicken feet, braised beef

"Is this a snack??" Yin Ya, who was dying to lose weight, was stunned.

The small shop here is quite harmonious, while Yuanzhou on the other side headed towards the Qingjing Temple after eating a bowl of Wenling's special breakfast noodle paste with deep-fried dough sticks.

Because he was about to leave at noon, Yuan Zhou didn't bring his suitcase with him. He left his luggage at the airport and traveled lightly.

Already checked the route, Yuan Zhou ate breakfast, took a taxi and headed straight to Qingjing Temple. The driver was a man in his thirties with a black and red face, very chatty.

Hearing that Yuan Zhou said he was going to Qingjing Temple, he immediately opened his mouth to talk about all kinds of allusions about Qingjing Temple, talking very lively, and the car drove very steadily.

What the driver said was very interesting, and Yuan Zhou was very excited to hear it.

"Guests can go and have a look at this newly built auditorium. It was donated by the king to build it. It looks very beautiful. Guests will definitely not lose money if they go to see it." .

"I will definitely go to see it, thank you." Yuan Zhou thanked.

"By the way, the guest, the Qingjing Temple is a mosque and does not accept offering incense. Guests should pay attention." Seeing that the destination was approaching, the driver hurriedly reminded the last sentence.

Many people do not know these rules, so many drivers in Wenling will remind tourists to avoid misunderstanding.

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