Martial Arts Master Chapter 100: Food Action

Think of the new martial arts mentioned by Old Man Shi, the upcoming trials, and the thought that I will become one of the pillars of the martial arts club, and more importantly, I think of Yan Zhe, who was not seen during the winter vacation, and Lou Chengda started reading , For the first time so urgently looking forward to the start of school.

I haven't seen each other for a day, like three autumns, how many days and nights have it been?

Even if chatting, phone calls, and videos are constant, it's not as good as a lively girl who is right by her side!

These made him want to buy a ticket right away and step on the train to Songcheng, but before that, he had to wait for a message and confirm a premise.

"I'm in the dormitory, and start to sort it out~" Yan Zoke said with a "fist and cheer" expression, "When did you move the train? Didn't you get the ticket?"

Lou Cheng was overjoyed and replied without hesitation: "It's booked, tonight's, and tomorrow morning!"

He knew that Yan Zike was flying to Songcheng today, so he booked the train ticket until tonight, but in order to prevent accidents such as flight delays and flight cancellations, he was ready to change his booking at any time, and did not tell Yan Zoke that he had booked it. Voted.

The action has officially begun!

Bring Xiushan food to the beloved girl!

While Yan Zheke was packing his luggage and cleaning the dormitory, he put on his wallet, grabbed the key, and the phone, and hurried out the door.

"Hey, Chengzi, do you want to eat at home tonight?" Lou Cheng's mother Qi Fang shouted while looking at his back.

"Yes!" Lou Cheng replied from a distance. He kept walking and came to the gate of the community.

It's three o'clock in the afternoon, we must hurry up, otherwise the stewed quail eggs and steamed beef sandwich will be gone!

A few minutes later, the online car-hailing arrived, he opened the door, threw himself in, and threw a sentence:

"Old Xinhua Bookstore!"

The block stopped and stopped. After more than 20 minutes, Lou Cheng arrived at the door of the old Xinhua Bookstore. He saw that the stall selling marinated quail eggs was still there. He was relieved immediately, took a few strides, took a look, and blurted out:

"Buy a copy!"

It's not that he doesn't want to bring more, but he has to consider the capacity of the insulated lunch box. Although it is a large one, is there anything else?

The reason why I waited until the last minute to buy it was to keep these foods in the most beautiful state when they were delivered to Yan Zheke, with a normal 70-80% taste.

In order to confirm whether these stores will open their doors and when they will be sold out, he has stepped on twice and exercised the route choice. If Yan Zoke arrives in Songcheng two hours later today, he will change the ticket Sign in tomorrow night!

The stall owner glanced at him and muttered:

"You guys only have one serving?"

Speaking of which, he didn't move slowly, he opened the small food bag and filled it up.

Paying the money with one hand and delivering the goods with one hand, Lou Cheng picked it up and ran, stopped the taxi he had observed a long time ago, and shouted without panting:

"Yizhong back door!"

This time, he did not encounter a traffic jam. After ten minutes, he saw the familiar back school gate and snack street, grabbed the change money, and took three steps and two steps to the cart selling steamed beef pie. before.

There are about ten more, but fortunately... Lou Cheng took a look and said with joy: "Boss, give me two."

After speaking, he carefully recalled Yan Zheke's preferences, and emphasized one more point:

"Don't put green onions!"

"Okay~" The boss is a middle-aged man. He pours the steamed beef from the top four compartments of the small steamer into the basin and puts the condiments in the bowl.

Looking at his actions, Lou Cheng seemed to be back in high school: the back door was not open for ten minutes during the break. He waited for the students to take the money, waved to the boss through the iron railing gate, and shouted How many people can sing a song of tears behind bars only by changing into prison uniforms.

This steamed beef burger is not only missed by students who graduated from No. 1 high school because of its geographical location, but it also tastes rare and good. I have tried steamed beef from several famous shops in different places. Although the taste of beef and the aroma of steamed powder are coming out, the meat is always "dead" and not "smart" enough.

I am not a gourmet. This is my own intuitive feeling. I can’t use more accurate words to describe it. The steamed beef at this restaurant is elastic, fragrant, smooth, and tender. Every bit seems to have vitality. The former tablemate Cao Lele, who advertises that she doesn't like steamed beef, broke the "ring" and was full of praise.

According to what they heard, they made the deboned meat of beef, discarding the large pieces of appearance, in exchange for the "live" taste, and the white noodle pancakes with beef are made of superior materials and have a sweet aftertaste without other. Can make people appetite.

While his thoughts were flying, Lou Cheng saw the boss grab a handful of green onions, shaking down.

Green onions?

He suddenly came back to his senses and glared at the boss: "Didn't you say you don't need green onions?"

The boss was immediately embarrassed: "I'm sorry, sorry, it's easy, you see, I haven't mixed it well, just a little bit, I just pick it out."

Lou Cheng is angry and amused:

"Forget it, give me these two too, I will eat it myself, and another two without green onions, remember, no, yes, green onions!"

"Good, good!" The boss relieved his heart and made him more focused. First, he gave Lou Cheng two scallions, and then mixed a portion of steamed beef without scallions.

Lou Cheng stared at the boss, preparing for him to let go of the green onions, while biting down the sandwiches, only to feel the familiar spring fragrant and smooth jumping in his mouth, the aftertaste was sweet, and it was so delicious that it made people want to cry.

Between three and five times, he gobbled up two pie, as if he hadn't been able to eat them in a few years, but in fact, he only ate four when he came to the "exercise" yesterday!

Confirmed that there were no green onions, he took out the money, handed it to the boss, grabbed the food bag with pie, turned around and hurried out of the snack street, and used his mobile phone to make an appointment for a car while walking.

The next destination, Wang's rice noodles!

Ten minutes later, he appeared at the door of Wang's rice noodles, looked at the food window first, and saw that the steamer was still placed, and he suddenly relaxed completely.

Only one step away from successfully completing the task!

Wang’s rice noodles were originally imitated bridge rice noodles, but over the years of operation, they have gradually integrated the characteristics of Xiushan. The soup is made in a casserole, and the rice noodles are cooked before serving. The soup is a specialty of their family. The aftertaste is long and sweet. Fresh are available.

The glutinous rice cakes are "white, fat and fat". They are tender and sweet on the outside, because they are steamed and wrapped in zongzi leaves, and they are a little quiet.

"Two!" Lou Cheng said to the waiter with a smile.

After buying glutinous rice cakes, it was only four ten. He followed the "exercise" and went straight back home by taxi, sneaking into his room, and took out the small wet and dry vacuum machine that he bought and the corresponding bag. , Put the steamed beef burgers, braised quail eggs and glutinous rice cakes into different bags, vacuumed them, sealed them, and stuffed them into different layers of the large insulated lunch boxes they bought.

While doing this, he still chatted with Yan Zheke without revealing his actions.

Seeing that it was still early at six, he came out and said to Qi Fang:

"Mom, my train tonight."

Qi Fang, who was sitting on the sofa watching TV, jumped up suddenly: "Why did you leave suddenly? I asked you when you would go to school before, but you are always shirking, why are you leaving now?" /

"The Budo Club needs special training in advance." Lou Cheng Xiaoxiao panicked.

Qi Fang frowned and said: "I also said that you cooked a big meal for you before you left. There is nothing to eat today. Hey, let me go to the big supermarket and have a look."

After speaking, before Lou Cheng could answer, she went out in a hurry.

Looking at his mother's back with some guilt, Lou Cheng waited for the passage of time. At 5:45, he called to get in the car and hurriedly roared out the door.

When he came to Lao Liu's barbecue in the old *city* district, the other party had just opened the door and was playing with the barbecue rack.

"Take the two eggplants, don't put green onions!" Lou Cheng emphasized.

"Okay, sit and wait for a while." Old Liu smiled kindly.

Waiting for a while, seeing that he had roasted the eggplant, he wanted to fry the ingredients and pour them in, Lou Cheng couldn't help but exhorted:

"Don't put green onions."

Old Liu Shi smiled and said, "Why are you so long-winded, I remember!"

"Good, good." Lou Cheng couldn't help laughing at himself, but when he watched Lao Liu's back disappear in the kitchen door, he subconsciously shouted:

"Never put green onions!"

A few minutes later, Lao Liu came out with a biodegradable disposable lunch box, and said in a huff: "Here, your eggplant, no! Put on! Green onions!"

"Thank you, thank you." Lou Cheng didn't care, he quickly paid the money, and left here briskly.

When he returned home, he took advantage of his mother’s cooking in the kitchen. He put the roasted eggplant and the ingredients and oil into the corresponding bag, vacuumed it, sealed it, and put it in the bottom of the insulated lunch box.

Close the lunch box, he sighed, his face was full of joy.

Double protection, there should be no problem!

Besides, I’m on tonight’s train, and I will arrive at 6 o’clock tomorrow morning, and maybe there is still temperature left over the night!

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At ten o'clock in the evening, he carried his luggage and a disguised insulated lunch box, bid farewell to his father and mother, and set off on the journey again and took a small black car to the train station.

After waiting for an hour, Yan Zike was already asleep. He finally looked forward to the arrival of the train and found his seat.

After stuffing the backpack into the luggage rack, he looked at the insulated lunch box in his hand. He always felt that it was not safe to put it on it. What if it was shaken off?

If you put it on the small table, you are not the innermost one, it is inconvenient for others to get in and out~IndoMTL.com~ and it will also disturb your sleep.

Thinking about it carefully, he held the insulated lunch box in his arms, adjusted the position of the backrest, closed his eyes, and was drowsy.

Yan Zheke should be pleasantly surprised when he sees this?

Will she be very moved?

Although the Spring Festival spends a lot of money, plus the New Year's Eve money from relatives on both sides and the original private house, I still have more than 16,000, which is enough to spend privately...

Hey, after the start of the trials, coupled with the arrangement of the courses, there is very little time to date each week...

However, Yan Zheke can be a sparring partner, hehe...

I don’t know how far I am from Lin Que...

Thinking about it, in YY, expecting, worrying about gains and losses, Lou Cheng hugged the large lunch box tightly, fell asleep slowly, the last sober thought in his mind was:

Songcheng, I'm here again!