The Head of the Ming Dynasty Spared His Life

The entire canteen can accommodate tens of thousands of people to eat at the same time. There are still ten such canteens on the Tianjin construction site.And it seems that there are only a few hundred tables for hot pot.

There are more people left, eating...

barbecue?

Kebab?

Malatang?

Spicy pot?

And all kinds of stir-fries?Mapo tofu, Maoxuewang, Kung Pao chicken, fish-flavored shredded pork, hot and sour cabbage, hot and sour soup?

Everything is available.

Michelangelo was confused, hot pot is so delicious, why do these migrant workers eat something else?

Could it be... those things are more delicious than hot pot?

Michelangelo's foodie nature erupted, and when he thought of Yan Song being so ruthless "[-]" and trying to deprive him of the right to eat these great Ming delicacies, he couldn't get angry at all.

He frantically rushed to his office and said, "Yan Song, just wait for me!"

Yan Song picked up a chopstick of spicy frozen tofu, took a leisurely bite, and shouted, "Hurry up. We'll finish eating later, so you can only wait for tomorrow."

Michelangelo ran back in a gust of wind, worked overtime like crazy, and drew pictures like crazy.

Efforts flowed, he had never been so focused, not even when he was working on his famous sculpture of David.

The delicacies of Daming were swirling in front of his eyes.

The stimulation of food and the freshness of taste buds make this world's top designer burst out with inspiration like a fountain.

In just one hour, the brand-new Daming Tianjin New City design sketch was born under the pen of Michelangelo.

Michelangelo didn't hesitate for a second, waved the blueprint, and rushed back to the cafeteria.

Unfortunately, the cafeteria is already out of food.

Michelangelo had tears in his eyes.

"What about the agreed meal?"

"Don't worry. You are indispensable." Yan Song's voice sounded from the side.

Michelangelo took a closer look and saw that Yan Song was guarding a pot of hot pot himself, waiting for him.

Michelangelo was so moved.

Not only that, but beside Yan Song, there was also a boiling oil pan set up.Two master chefs were waiting behind a chopping board with a big lump of dough.

"What is this?" Foodie Michelangelo expressed curiosity.

"I see that you love hot pot so much, you will definitely like this thing." Yan Song nodded, indicating that the master can start.

He took the design drawing from Michelangelo's hands, and Michelangelo watched curiously as the master chefs skillfully cut the dough into strips, rolled them together, and fried them in a frying pan.

"This is fried dough sticks..." Yan Song introduced while looking at the design drawing submitted by Michelangelo: "It's no worse than hot pot, you must like it."

Michelangelo smelled an irresistible aroma, and the fragrant smell emanating from the oil pan made people move their index fingers.

The fried dough sticks are rolled in the oil pan and become golden, and when they are placed in the oil frame, they are even more oily, full of color, fragrance and taste.

"Why is this so embarrassing?" Michelangelo said, wiping the drool around his mouth.

The master chef asked the Western European man: "How much do you eat?"

He thought, even if this Western European can eat, it is enough to eat 10.Who would have thought that he still underestimated the gluttonous appetite of the crooked nuts for Chinese delicacies.

"I'm too embarrassed to eat too much." Michelangelo smiled: "Let's have a basket first."

The master almost fell into the frying pan.

Yan Song staggered.

Hai Rui was stunned.

what?

What did this crooked nut say just now?

a basket?

When should fried dough sticks be eaten in baskets?

Shouldn't it be an article?

Immediately stayed in Daming for a long time, feeling very shameless, wishing to find a crack in the ground to sneak in, with a disgusted expression of "I don't even know him".

After all, Descartes came a month before Michelangelo, knew a little about Daming customs, and covered his face in shame.

Eat in a basket?

Are you Michelangelo really a world-class artist?

Fortunately, Yan Song got out of the siege in time, coughed and said, "For the chief designer, fry a basket of deep-fried dough sticks. In addition, another 100 sugar pancakes."

Michelangelo was stunned. He saw the pancakes rolled in oil, and the caramel on the surface was quickly fried into a dark golden color, but it was even more attractive in color and fragrance, especially the sweetness in the aroma, which made him want to stop …