Monster Factory Chapter 271: : Rain
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Liang Wenjing wanted to molest her little cousin, but the cousin was absent-minded.
She exhaled deeply, and following her cousin, she began to look at the man on the bow seriously.
It was a slightly public figure, gēnjù Liang Wenjing understood that the man didn't feel like a businessman at all.
Career is often a man's lifelong support. For the sake of his career, some men are willing to become servile, and some are willing to become unscrupulous or careless.
He didn't.
In addition to being approachable, he also has a sense of self-confidence, along with self-confidence, which is unique to that age.
In the eyes of Dou Dou, the feeling this back gives her is another kind of feeling. It seems that if Ye Qing changes into a long gown, he must be regarded as Yushu Linfeng, Qingshan's comment.
"Gudong ~"
The white pocket, whose heart was not on the rudder, accidentally slammed the painting into another boat.
Ye Qing dragged the carved wood railing, and took a lot of effort to regain the balance, and completely wiped out the aura that had just condensed.
Dou Dou grabbed his little mouth to show that zìjǐ didn't mean it.
"I'm sorry, two friends." Ye Qing was amused by Dou Doumóyàng, and the two people on the boat called out.
There should be a couple on the boat on the opposite side. The boating guy had already stood up angrily, preparing for theory. As a result, as soon as he saw the painting boat, there was still a white-clothed person sitting on a white pocket, as if Fairy Maiden in the rain, his expression immediately changed three hundred and sixty degrees.
"Haha ~méishìer, we also blame us for not paying attention." The young man scratched his head and looked at his girlfriend with some guilty conscience.
Peng Chuan drove away, but Dou Dou picked up the map and asked Ye Qing and his cousin innocently, where is this?
No one can answer this question. Ye Qing looked at the Xiaoqiaoliushui people's house next to him. There was a hand-made sauce workshop beside the bridge whose name could not be found on the map.
"It doesn't matter, let's go ashore and turn around and navigate back later." Ye Qing took over the rudder and docked the painting boat at Qingshi Pier.
This should be a river that has not been developed commercially, because there are no shops at all, except for a sauce-making workshop and a small shop that doesn’t even have a sign.
Ye Qing led the two to wander around on the bluestone pavement. Fortunately, the scenery here is very piāoliàng, and there are many historical stone benches, ancient wells and other gadgets. They walked and played and crossed several bridges. , Around another alley, a pond full of lotus appeared in front of the three people.
The pond is connected to the waterway, and a 15-meter-long white boat is parked on the side.
There are two antique wine tables in the painting boat, and a wine cup made of bamboo roots. Standing on the shore, you can even smell the faint aroma of wine.
A man with a bronze face is squatting on the bow, picking lotus leaves with a special bamboo pole. Ye Qing came over with interest and asked him if he had anything to eat on the boat.
"Yes!" The man picked up a fish basket tied with twine from the side with one hand, and it was full of fish flopping.
"In the basket are the mandarin fish caught from Baili Dianshan Lake, and there are also baskets with grass shrimp and crab. The vegetables are also specialty products of Dianshan Lake, which are picked and fried now."
With a faint fragrance of wine, Ye Qing could obviously hear the sound of Dou Dou swallowing saliva.
I went to the painting boat and chatted with the owner of the boat. I learned that his long painting boat is quite famous in Jinxi Town. It relies on ancestral fishing skills and private kitchens. Even some Bosss in the county entertain guests. Like to bring it here to taste the characteristic lake flavor of Dianshan Lake.
Because of the rain today, no one made a reservation, so the owner of the boat drove the boat home and met Ye Qing, a group of lost tourists.
Playing with the original ecology these days is equivalent to playing with money, and the few wild mandarin fish in the fish basket may cost thousands of them.
If visitors from ordinary came to ask, the owner must have said that Huafang is not open for business.
A meal that looks like ordinary will cost thousands of people. When you encounter tourists who don’t know, you might be able to take photos and upload them to the Internet, giving Jinxi Town the title of slaughtering tourists.
The one in front of him is different. Even if the owner ignores his outfit, which is more valuable than painting a boat, he still has to look at Ye Qing.
Man with how much capital has a brilliant woman standing beside him. This capital is not only money, but also other aspects. The owner of the fǎnzhèng ship has received guests for seven or eight years, but he hasn't seen a little fairy and is willing to post a man who is useless.
Invite three guests to sit down, and the owner shouted at an open blue brick courtyard by the pond.
When the painting boat started, there were two more helpers in the back kitchen separated by solid wood screens, the owner’s wife and daughter.
Don’t look at the ship’s owner buff, but the girls are indeed quite aura, typically Jiangnan water village girl, slender body, Xiaojiabiyu’s classical oval face.
Of course ~
The beauty of people is the beauty of people. In this environment, even if the heinous gang came, they would not have too many ideas.
Otherwise, the owner of the buff will definitely use the fish-cutting knife in his hand to let the **** who dare to be frivolous to see what is called Bailidian Mountain Lake Waves.
"Three guests, what do you want to eat at noon?" The little girl held the menu and a pot of home-brewed rice wine: "We can prepare portions according to the number of people here, so don't worry about ordering too much and eating out. "
Ye Qing raised his head and smiled: "Then prepare a little bit for each specialty dish."
After a while, the painting floated into the endless Dianshan Lake with blue waves.
The owner of the ship casts a net at the stern of the boat. Every time the net goes down, he will harvest a few live fish. Then he will select one of them and throw the rest into the lake again.
If there are savvy diners sitting here, they will definitely be tempted to applaud the owner.
It was not because of the act of releasing, but because of the fish he selected, all of which were calculated according to the age of the fish, the best one.
The painting boat passed a sandbar, and the owner jumped on the sandbar again and picked some of the most delicious wild vegetables of the season.
Steamed Mandarin Flower, Baishui Lake Knife, Braised Herring, Garlic Shrimp, Sauce Fragrant Lake Crab, Crispy Stir-fried Rice White, Candied Lotus Root...
The flavours of the lake were served on the table, the fish and knives were first-rate, and they were matched with a variety of aquatic wild vegetables. Just smelling the flavours can feel overflowing and happy.
"Good craftsmanship." Ye Qing complimented.
From these exquisite dishes, it is not difficult to see the rigorous cooking style of the owner’s family and the meticulous perfect cooking skills.
The taste is also very good, even the lotus roots picked are refreshing and delicious.
The lotus leaves I picked before also have other magical effects. Three different species of fish are washed from small to large and placed in the belly of the fish, then wrapped in lotus leaves and warmed over charcoal fire.
The moment the lotus leaf opened, the fragrance almost made Ye Qing unable to hold it.
Renmei ~ Weimei ~ Jingmei, and the accompaniment of the rustling rain curtain, Ye Qing didn't even plan to drive the car later, and went on a cup of rice wine. Get drunk when you get drunk, and use the cow as a driver.
Dou Dou blinked his piāoliàng eyes slightly, his face flushed, and the same glass of rice wine was in the mouth. It seemed that he was not worried about what someone would do when he was drunk.
A soft cell phone ringtone broke the picturesque scene.
It is the cell phone ringtone of Dou Dou.
Dou Dou stuck out his tongue and said that it was from the director Liu Yun.
"Are you on your way back?"
"No...No, camera and the artist may not go back tomorrow. I will go back by car at 2 o'clock in the afternoon." Dou Dou was a little overwhelmed with alcohol and blushed.
"Don't come back yet~IndoMTL.com~Zhongyun is starting to rain heavily now." Director Liu Yun's voice is tired and worried.
Ye Qing's phone rang, and Manager Kong Tao from the sales department of Company brought the same news, saying that the torrential rain outside is the same as the fire hydrant.
Kong Tao anxiously told Ye Qing that he could see through the office window that the foundation pit of the construction site was half flooded. Should the employees go to rescue and pump water.
Ye Qing said no, as usual.
When Zhongyun’s current tallest building, Tianfeng Building, was constructed, the foundation pit was in crisis because of the similar qíngkuàng.
But that was the foundation pit of someone else's house. The surrounding area of the foundation pit of my own building was fixed with steel plates, and the knife would not collapse.
The pile foundation underneath hasn't started yet, what if it's all flooded?
When the rain stops, pump the water out. Just in order to deal with the chemical Company that dared to talk about sewage disposal in Longxi, the monsters specially built a Exceed Grade ultra-high pressure water pump. (To be continued.)