Crazy Farm Chapter 123: Envy, jealous, hate
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Looking at Lei Guangzong, who was completely ancient in his costume with only one braid left, he took out his laptop and asked if he had internet access, how many WiFi passwords were there, and if the internet speed was fast, Wang Leshan always felt strange. Yes, it seems to have crossed.
"Why, co-author, you think I'm an antique, do you think we still use the oldest way to draw and design?" Lei Guangzong seemed to have discovered Wang Leshan's idea, and said with a smile: "The ancient inheritance can also be matched with the times. Are you good at it? Anyway, I am also a visiting professor at AA in England and the Department of Architecture at MIT in the United States. I don’t even know how to teach, so how can I teach.”
What the **** is AA in England, Wang Leshan has never heard of it, as for MIT, he has heard of it, at least he would not think that it is a school that teaches how to play mahjong to become a **** of mahjong.
Of course, even if you know that AA College in England, also known as the Architectural Alliance College, is the best architecture school in the world, and you know that MIT's Department of Architecture is the best in North America, even if you know that one of Lei Guangzong's students has taken it Wang Leshan won't feel too much about the Nobel Prize in architecture, the Pritzker Prize, because in his opinion, the word "professor" alone is enough. . No matter how good it is, it is still the same.
Wang Leshan scratched his head and told Lei Guangzong the WiFi password.
Lei Guangzong entered the password to connect to the Internet, and said to Wang Leshan: "Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, some of the effects should come out. Also, I have listed some necessary things and sent them to a friend of mine. , he will help me find a buyer, and I will show you when he has finalized the price."
Holding a notebook, he found a comfortable place beside the fish pond and sat down. He found that the WiFi signal here is not bad. He clicked on a file, and then opened his hand to Wang Leshan.
Wang Leshan was taken aback.
Lei Guangzong glanced at Wang Leshan: "Wine."
"Wait a minute."
Wang Leshan scratched his head, went back to the cabin, took a bottle of wine, and returned to the fish pond. He saw that Lei Guangzong had already mastered the operation with his fingers on the notebook, fast and flexible. Looking at it like this, it still feels a little weird, and there is always a sense of seeing through.
Lei Guangzong took the wine bottle from Wang Leshan, opened the seal, sniffed it hard, then took a sip, closed his eyes, and enjoyed it. After opening his eyes, his hands quickly moved on the notebook again.
Seeing this, Wang Leshan didn't bother to disturb him. He returned to the cabin, where Fan Mingwei and He Yuting were already preparing lunch for noon. This time, the two construction teams, plus the villagers who helped, there were at least 60 people, and it was thanks to Fan Mingwei who came, otherwise, He Yuting would be really busy.
After turning around, Wang Leshan discovered a very interesting thing, that is... he has nothing to do!
Everyone was busy, but he was the only one who had nothing to do. He went back and forth, and had to go to the greenhouse to help Hong Deguang and the others pick melons together.
There are several kinds of ripe melons, including muskmelon, cucumber, and pupa.
There are ten greenhouses where most of the melons are ripe and ready to be picked. Apart from Hong Deguang, Hong Dehai, and Wang Daxiang, Aunt Acui and Wang Leshan's mother Hong Ximei also came to help after washing the vegetables. Shang Fatzili's parents and a few village women called in to help, a total of about ten people. A group of people tsk tut in amazement, while happily harvesting.
As long as Wang Leshan helps to remove the bags or baskets inside, move them from the greenhouse to the log cabin.
I took the time to notify those customers and asked them to come over in the afternoon to pick up the goods.
Lunch starts on time at 12 o'clock.
I bought a steaming cabinet a long time ago, and I steamed it several times, enough for more than 100 people to eat, and when the meal was opened, the cabinet was still steaming, obviously because the rice was not enough for these people. If I hadn't bought a rice cooker and used a rice cooker or stove, I would probably have started cooking yesterday before it was too late.
There were eight tables in front of the log cabin. There were more than 60 people in the road building, plus the help from the greenhouse and the people on the farm. There were more than 70 people, so there were eight tables.
Each table has eight dishes, as well as freshly squeezed cucumber and carrot juice.
The two construction teams and the villagers who helped came from both sides, smelling the fragrance from a distance, and couldn't help but quicken their pace. Those who haven't helped Wang Leshan before, have long heard how delicious the food here is. As for those who have helped, oh, it's been a long time since they've been here, but I really miss them!
Wang Leshan and Fatty Li each brought out a large tray. There was a drawer of rice in it, and each table had a drawer. It was full of white rice. It even blew out with the white air.
Coo coo coo.
Immediately, the already hungry big guy groaned even more, and swallowed hard.
Wang Leshan said with a smile: "I just put the rice here and everyone cooks it for themselves. Don't be polite. I don't have anything else here. I will definitely have enough food."
When everyone saw this, they sang it well, the one who beat the rice beat the rice, the one who poured the juice poured the juice, and started to eat.
Needless to say, the taste of Ling Rice can be restored by eating it. The ingredients for the eight dishes at this table are all from the farm, and Fan Mingwei is in charge. Naturally, there is no need to mention the taste.
This piece of land between the cabin and the fish pond has been engulfed in a sea of devoured whales for a long time. That scene... is quite spectacular!
"Miss Yuting, your cooking skills are getting better and better!"
Some of the people who came here to help build the warehouse before happened to be sitting at the edge of the table that was waiting for Wang Leshan and He Yuting. The captain of the construction team was talking, and the rest of the people were pointing their thumbs at He Yuting. The person at the table nodded his head with a mouthful of food when he heard it.
He Yuting waved her hand and said with a smile, "I don't cook all the meals today, most of them are made by Teacher Fan. The ones you think are delicious must be made by Teacher Fan."
The man scratched his head and smiled: "Anyway, I can't eat any of these dishes that are not delicious, they are all delicious."
——This is the captain, and his speaking skills are indeed there.
Many of the people present here saw Fan Mingwei last time, that is, when they harvested vegetables for the first time. They have a very deep memory. At that time, all the restaurant owners who came here to buy goods were all around this Master Fan. Complimenting, I also heard that Master Fan is the head chef of Sunshine Hotel.
If such a chef cooks for them, it is estimated that there is a chance to eat here!
While the big guy was still eating, a lot of vehicles drove in one after another, and these vehicles were all restaurant owners in several towns. Wang Leshan posted a message in that group just now, saying that the fruits and melons were ripe, and asked them to come over in the afternoon to pick up the goods. I never thought that these bosses were more anxious than each other, and it was only half past twelve.
"Boss Wang~IndoMTL.com~ There are so many people today, I heard that you are planning to build a breeding base here? Even meat."
Several bosses chatted with Wang Leshan and greeted Fan Mingwei: "It's all right, you eat first, we are early."
The older the restaurant owners came, the more they greeted them and waited on the wooden benches and chairs over the fish pond. It was not far from this group of people eating, and not to mention the temptation of the fragrant rice and coriander, they all secretly swallowed, and those words were the biggest torment for them.
"My God, most of these meals are made by Master Fan!"
"Master Fan's craftsmanship, there are at least 18,811 tables in the Sunshine Hotel, and you may not be able to get the number!"
"I heard that Master Fan has resigned from Sunshine, and it is even more difficult to taste his craftsmanship now! Unexpectedly, Master Fan came to Boss Wang to help, and there are eight tables at a time. If this is changed into money, how much would that be!"
"Don't you think the most awesome one is Boss Wang? Come to him to help with the work, this 'working meal' is directly handled by Chef Fan, who is well-known in the Yangtze River Delta. This is a tsk tsk tsk!"
"To be honest, I really want to ask Boss Wang if he still needs part-time work. For this meal, he can carry bricks and cement, and do whatever he wants!"
These restaurant owners were talking softly, tsk tsk admiration, and looked at the people sitting there eating and drinking, their eyes full of envy and hatred.
This treatment is unbelievable!
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