cry that scum

Lan Jing's face darkened.

He originally thought that after Cong Lang finished eating, he would tell him the origin of this bowl of noodles, and have a good time.

As a result, someone choked him speechless with a word of shabu-shabu.

Why don't you drink very vigorously during the day!

Besides, this soup is a bit unpalatable, but it also tastes like shabu-shabu, right?

What does shabu-shabu water taste like?

Lan Jing thought for a while. He hadn't tasted this food when he was about to starve to death in the past 20 years, so he asked Cong Lang coldly, "Have you ever drank shabu-shabu water?"

"Uh," Cong Lang was stunned for a moment when he raised his head, Lan Xiaojing was shooting a small sword in his eyes, and his face almost said: I'm very angry.

"What's wrong, unhappy?" Cong Lang asked tentatively.

"Hmph!" Lan Jing lifted his chin and turned his face away.

Cong Lang, "..."

The strong desire to survive made Master Cong's thoughts turn and he said immediately, "Honey, I don't mean to dislike you."

He paused, "I just want to make sure that the store really didn't pretend to be wrong for you? If you don't believe me, try this flavor, and say that the shabu-shabu water is flattering it."

Lan Xiaojing's face darkened even more.

Conscience of heaven and earth, no matter how delicate and sharp young master Cong is, even if he has seven orifices, he would never have imagined that Lan Xiaojing of his family would be in the kitchen.

If he knew, even if it was a bowl of pig food, he would eat it in silence.

The big deal is to switch from surgery to gastroenterology.

However, he could never guess the truth.

And in the morning when he just woke up, his mouth was bitter and numb. After pouring down two bowls of soup, he really didn't taste the ups and downs, and he quenched his thirst and hunger.

Now that his taste buds are recovering, even if Young Master Cong has never tasted delicacies from mountains and seas, he will never think that the stuff Lan Jing brought is delicious.

Lan Jing was both annoyed and a little embarrassed in his heart, secretly gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words, "That's right."

Cong Lang shook his head, put down the bowl, and sighed, "Then it's a miracle that this store hasn't closed down yet."

Lan Jing broke the spoon with a snap.

"Hey!" Cong Lang quickly took his hand and asked quickly, "Is it hurt?"

He threw the broken spoon aside, held Lan Jing's hand and blew, "Your temper is just a can of soup, we won't do it, at worst, you will give them a bad review."

Lan Jing had no expression on his face, and hummed indifferently, "I'll give them ten negative points in a row when I go back."

In the end, Lan Jing poured out the soup and noodles silently, and gave Cong Lang a sick meal.

Cong Lang knew that Lan Jing couldn't sleep well, so he wanted to keep him in the hospital overnight, but Lan Jing said that something happened in the bar and ran away at ten o'clock.

Back home, Lan Jing changed into a set of black sportswear, then took out a box from under the bed, slowly assembled the parts of the gun inside, and then took it out the door.

He drove out of the city center, headed north, and slowed down when he was approaching Lei's house.

Then he turned off the headlights, drove slowly, and stopped at the edge of the surveillance range.

Then he got out of the car, pulled out a few roadblock signs from the trunk and moved them to the front. He quietly lurked there, lay down on the side of the road in a relatively hidden place, and waited quietly.

Time has entered late autumn, the night is very cold, Lan Jing gathered his clothes, and stared at the direction of the gate of Lei Shao's house without blinking.

He didn't know Lei Shao's itinerary, and he didn't have the ability to break into it. If he wanted to avenge Cong Lang, the only way he could do it was to wait and see.

However, he was unlucky, Lei Shao didn't show up all night, and Lan Jing quietly left there again in the early morning.

He went back and lay down for two hours, and then he found a video on Baidu to watch a video of making noodles.

But after a while, his head was full of mud.

What is a small amount, an appropriate amount, three-point hot water, eight-point hot water... He couldn't figure it out at all.

Lan Jing stared at the ceiling and thought for a while, then an idea came to his mind, and he directly dialed the number of his former boss, Lin Shao.

What makes Lin Shao better than him is that he can't do anything but can make noodles!

"Lan Jing?" Lin Shao's voice was still a little confused, obviously he hadn't woken up yet.

When someone got through, Lan Jing was a little embarrassed, he let out an ah, but didn't speak.

"Calling so early," Lin Shao got up and looked at the time, "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing serious, it's just..." Lan Jing cleared his throat, and lowered his voice subconsciously, "It's just that I suddenly want to eat noodles, but I can't, I thought you would, you give me Tell me how to cook the noodles?"

"Oh..." Lin Shao obviously didn't expect Lan Jing to call early in the morning to ask this, he was stunned before asking, "What kind of noodles do you want?"

"Just face to face." Lan Jing said.

"I mean, do you want to make stewed noodles or clear soup noodles or mixed noodles or what?"

"As far as your level is concerned, I still have a choice?" Lan Jing was very surprised.

Lin Shao smiled good-temperedly, "I can't, brother Dong can, I'll let him teach you."

"Don't! Don't!" Lan Jing hurriedly stopped him, "Just teach me what you know how to do!"

"Oh fine."

"By the way, don't tell me to adapt to a small amount. I don't understand the temperature of the oil. You have to tell me clearly how much to put in and how to do it." Lan Jing added before Lin Shao opened his mouth.

Lin Shao responded, and he patiently explained the method to Lan Jing. After all, he was a professor. Lan Jing was not confused this time. He understood every word clearly, but he still had some doubts.

"Half a spoonful of thirteen incense? How big is your spoon?" He took a spoon from the kitchen and patted it on Lin Shao, "Is it that big?"

Lin Shao sighed, "Let's start the video, I'll watch you do it."

Lan Jing thought it was a good idea, and happily hung up the phone to connect with Lin Shao via video.

Lin Shao on the opposite side was still wearing pajamas, when he saw Lan Jing, he waved and smiled.

Lan Jing greeted him and went to the kitchen.

"First prepare the tomatoes, spinach and eggs as I said. By the way, can you peel the tomatoes?" Lin Shao asked.

Lan Jing cut it, and turned the kitchen knife in his hand handsomely, "I'm not handicapped, and I can't even peel the skin? Wait!"

Lin Shao, "..."

He originally wanted to tell Lan Jing to soak it in boiling water, and the skin would come off, but the person was gone.

After a while, Lan Jing's head appeared in the camera, he shook the tomato in his hand, and asked uncertainly, "Boss, can you only peel the ultra-thin layer of skin! Is this okay? "

Lin Shao saw that the juice inside was about to flow, and the volume of the tomato, which was only two-thirds of its original size, stuttered on his mouth, "...that's fine."

"The dishes are ready now, and I'll show you how to cook the noodles..."

Lin Shao said a word, and Lan Jing made a movement, just like voice control.

As a result, Lin Shao didn't notice that Shang Shaodong came into the bedroom at some point, and stood beside him watching with great interest for a long time.

When Lan Jing finally put the finished product on the chopping board, Shang Shaodong sighed and said quietly, "Forgive Alang, he was not killed, but will be numb to death by your peppercorns."