After retiring from the circle, the queen of Jiaoye spoiled the rich and powerful

Ji Qinghe just felt that his eyes were straight, too, so delicious.

He had never eaten the stewed meat that had been around for hundreds of years, but he felt that it was definitely not as delicious as sister Tangtang's.

"Sister Tang, let me send some to Brother Wang to taste first."

Ji Qinghe held the plate in one hand and gnawed the lo-mei in the other. The spicy lo-mei they ate this time was both spicy and numb. Can't help but want to take another bite.

I can't stop at all!

Song Weitang made a nine-square grid here, but after a while, she saw Ji Qinghe who came back with an empty plate.

She couldn't help being taken aback.

"It was eaten up so quickly?"

Song Weitang was a little surprised. As a chef, Wang Yichang always tasted food, but this dish just now was quite a lot.

Ji Qinghe scratched his head, his cheeks were slightly red, and he said embarrassedly: "Sister Tang, this lo mei is so delicious, I ate it up before I walked over."

Ji Qing was so embarrassing when he said this to himself. It's not that he hasn't eaten good food, but Sister Tang's braised meat is really delicious. He couldn't stop eating it. Watching TV, watching games, etc. It's too high, and paired with some flower wine exclusively brewed by Sister Tang, just thinking about it can make the mouth water.

Song Weitang set Ji Qinghe's plate again.

Ji Qinghe turned his face to the other side this time, without looking at the lo mei on the plate, he ran quickly to Wang Yichang's room.

He will never give food away again next time, it's too uncomfortable, although he can't see it anymore, but the aroma of the whole lo mei is coming, thinking of the taste just now, he only feels that his saliva started to drip again.

"Brother Wang, Brother Wang..."

"Xiao Ji, what's the matter?"

Ever since buying lo mei was hit, Wang Yichang sighed and sighed all afternoon, thinking that he would never be able to taste the taste that has been gathered for hundreds of years, woo woo...

As a big man, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

When Ji Qinghe pushed the door and entered, Wang Yichang wiped away his tears in a hurry, and looked at Ji Qinghe pretending to be serious.

Ji Qing and coughed twice and turned their heads.

"Brother Wang, Sister Tangtang asked me to bring you something to eat."

"Thank you Xiaoji."

Wang Yichang wiped his tears and stood up, but when he turned his head, he saw the plate handed over by Ji Qinghe, which contained several kinds of lo mei.

Wang Yichang's melancholy mood was activated again in an instant.

woohoo...

Now, Wang Yichang couldn't hold back anymore.

Tears flowed down.

"Brother Wang, what's wrong with you?"

Ji Qinghe was terribly frightened by Wang Yichang, so he ran over in a few steps, and hurriedly supported Wang Yichang.

"Xiao Ji, I'm going to show you a joke. Huh, when I was a child, my family's conditions were poor. In the past, I would drool every time I had lived in Jubai and smelled their lo mei. At that time, Jubai was still in charge of the old man. One day, when I was passing by, the old man waved at me."

"I walked over with a confused look on my face. The old man told me that their store has recently launched a new product for an event, and they will give away the latest lo mei to everyone who passes by their store. You just need to talk about your experience when the time comes."

"At that time, I was still thankful for my good luck. It wasn't until a long time later that I realized that the old man was watching me pass by every day and drooling. In this way, he maintained my young and sensitive heart."

While talking, Wang Yichang looked at the lo mei on the plate.

He said melancholy: "I think the taste of jubai is the most delicious in this world. Maybe, I will not eat better lo-mei than jubai in this life."

Before Wang Yichang finished speaking, Ji Qinghe had already picked up a chicken leg and stuffed it into Wang Yichang's mouth.

Wang Yichang's unfinished words stopped abruptly.

His whole eyes were staring straight.

The chili oil is mixed with good Dahongpao peppercorns, and the top is covered with a marinade that is just right. The meat is tender and tender. He has eaten countless braised chicken legs, and this is the first time he has eaten such delicious chicken legs.

Wang Yichang gnawed off the little chicken leg with three strikes.

As for whether it is delicious or not!

Wang Yichang expressed it directly with practical actions.

A plate of lo mei was eaten up by him.

Ji Qinghe was dumbfounded.

Brother Wang...

It is agreed that I will never eat such delicious lo mei in my life.

Didn't you still miss the taste of childhood just now?

"belch……"

Wang Yichang hiccupped straight away, raised his head, and stared at Shang Jiqing and his mouth dumbfounded.

Wang Yichang coughed twice.

"The master is indeed a master, not only the dishes are good, but even the braised meat is first-class."

"Brother Wang, I want to ask, how does Sister Tang's lo-mei compare with the century-old lo-mei?"

Wang Yichang's face instantly crumpled into a ball.

"Each has its own merits!"

Wang Yichang finally gave the answer. Of course, he knew better than anyone else that Song Weitang's lo-mei was far superior to Jubai in terms of taste, ingredients and other aspects.

But Jubai has a childhood filter in his heart.

On the other side, Mr. Ding's son drove to the gate of the film and television city.

The parking spaces at the film and television city are very narrow, and Mr. Ding's son failed to park the car several times.

Thinking that Uncle Jia was still sitting in the back seat, he panicked, and it got further and further away.

"..."

Just stuck in the car behind him, Fu Rongyu stuck his head out in the back seat.

"Hey, will you know it or not?"

"Sorry sorry, I'll be fine soon."

After Mr. Ding's son was reminded by this meal, he became even more flustered, but this time he missed more than half of it.

Fu Rongyu couldn't help but sighed, he was fine!

It's the face of my seventh brother, who will almost catch up with Lord Bao.

He opened the car door and walked out, walked directly to Mr. Ding's son's car, and knocked on the car door.

Mr. Ding's son pressed the car window and said hastily, "I'm really sorry, I've always been good at reversing..."

"Come down, I'll help you."

Fu Rongyu leaned against the car window and waved at Mr. Ding's son.

Mr. Ding's son was stunned for a moment. According to reason, it is not normal to hand over the car to a stranger, but looking at Fu Rongyu's dignified face even standing there, Mr. Ding's son unconsciously Open the door and step down as he ordered.

Fu Rongyu directly bowed and got in.

"that……"

Mr. Ding's son shouted, but before the words could be heard, the car had parked in an orderly manner.

This... is too handsome!

Mr. Ding's son watched with admiration.

At this time, a seven-seater commercial vehicle came directly next to it.

In one step, it fits perfectly with the parking space as if compared with a ruler.

Mr. Ding's son couldn't help but secretly marvel.

Why are everyone's driving skills so good.

But this car looks familiar.

Mr. Ding's son scratched his head and stared at the car next to him that didn't even have a trademark.