Flying the boss is not easy

The project is progressing very quickly, Wan Hansong and the others will have a new progress every time they go to check.Every time I go there and come back, Song Haicha's mood is always much better.

At the same time, there are also some bad things.

This year, there were more floods than in previous years. After the heavy rain, their fields near the river bank were completely flooded by the river water filled with sand.

When the flood receded, a thin layer of yellow mud floated on the surface of the lifeless crops, which stood out against the green.

Song Haicha rubbed the mud on the jasmine and sighed softly.Wan Hansong asked with concern: "Is the situation very bad?"

"It's not too bad," he stood up, "Let them deal with it, it's not a lot anyway."

In fact, the sand on the flowers is not a problem, the key is that the rain flowers are inferior to the flowers picked on a sunny day in all aspects, which makes them very headache.

In the evening, Song Haicha talked to Wan Hansong about some things in life as usual, but Wan Hansong clearly felt that Song Haicha was absent-minded.

"Are you worried about the weather? Don't worry, after the rain for the past two days, it will be sunny for a while." He comforted.

Song Haicha was taken aback for a moment, then smiled lightly, and he still found out.

"It's okay, I have encountered this situation before, don't worry about it."

Hearing what Song Haicha said, although Wan Hansong was still a little worried, he immediately put his energy on the dinner table.

He picked a piece of egg selectively, and frowned after tasting it: "It's so salty, you must have dropped half a bag of salt."

Song Haicha also took a sip: "Where is it so exaggerated, you despise my cooking skills even if you don't cook, where do you have the confidence."

"I don't cook because I want to give you a chance. If I show my skills, you can stand aside." Wan Hansong said boldly, his face blushing and his heart beating.

Song Haicha took out a piece of paper and wiped his mouth: "Okay, you don't need to give me a chance, I'll leave it to you to cook tomorrow's dinner, let me see what you can do."

"Okay." Wan Hansong agreed confidently.

It is true that his cooking tastes bad, but he has long been used to it, so it doesn't matter what it is, but Song Haicha will suffer a lot tomorrow.

The next night, Wan Hansong was in a hurry on the stove, sometimes he couldn't find soy sauce, sometimes he couldn't find monosodium glutamate, and the key point was that he threw Song Haicha, who kindly wanted to go in and help, out of the kitchen.

When the meal was finished, the stove looked like it had been in a war, with water and oil stains everywhere.

Song Haicha shook his head after the visit: "You're only cooking for two people, even if I'm cooking for a table of people, I won't look like you."

Wan Hansong pushed him to sit on the chair mountain: "Don't worry about these details, eat quickly."

Under his expectant gaze, Song Haicha set his hands on the best-looking dish, and after a short silence he said, "It's not bad."

In doubt, Wan Hansong also tried it: "It's okay? Is your tongue okay? No, no, no, I can't eat it. I won't touch this dish again!"

The best-looking dish looks like this, let alone other dishes.

Finally, Wan Hansong slumped on the chair: "No, I won't eat it, it's unpalatable."

Song Haicha has already eaten a bowl of rice: "Don't be so picky, you made this, hurry up and finish eating and I will wash the dishes."

Wan Hansong felt sad for a while, how did he want to torture Song Haicha, but turned into torturing himself?It's only been a few months since he ate the rice cooked by Song Haicha, so he has lost his appetite so quickly?

Seeing that Wan Hansong refused to eat, Song Haicha took out tomatoes and eggs from the refrigerator and made him a plate of fried rice.

In Wan Hansong's heart, this plate of fried rice is far better than those dishes just now: the tomato juice dyed the rice red, and the fried tomato pieces became very small, mixed in between the rice, and the golden eggs were scattered there. Inside, the layer of scallions sprinkled on top exudes a tantalizing aroma.

"Eat slowly, I'll wash the dishes first." Song Haicha handed the spoon to Wan Hansong, picked up the dishes on the table and went back to the kitchen.

The utensils in the kitchen seemed to be custom-made for Song Haicha, and he used everything very smoothly, whether it was the burnt bottom of the pot or the oily spatula on the handle, he washed everything clean.

It didn't take long for Song Haicha to come out, Wan Hansong took a look inside and shrank back to the chair: "The kitchen doesn't fit me."

Song Haicha wiped his hands and sat down next to him: "You don't care if it matches your horoscope, as long as your horoscope matches me."

Wan Hansong put down the spoon, and the metal touched the ceramic, making a crisp sound: "Boss, why are you superstitious about Feng Jian?"

"I'm just following your words," Song Haicha pinched his waist, "I can't cook, and I'm quick to react to bickering."

Wan Hansong said a few words in embarrassment, picked up the dishes and finished washing.

The food street in Songhai Tea Garden officially opened. In fact, most of them are ordinary snacks, such as popular foods such as Kanto boiled hot dogs. The difference is the new varieties they researched - various green tea flavored foods.

Like green tea-flavored noodles, green tea-flavored dumplings, etc., they are both innovative and match the Songhai tea garden.

On the first day of business, they received great praise. The sales of popular food passed the test, and the special food sold very fast. There was a long queue in front of the store, and after a while, people behind stood on tiptoe and looked ahead: "What's the matter?" There is no movement, how long will it take to eat."

Wan Hansong held a box of octopus balls in his hand, and poked one for Song Haicha: "What do you think?"

"It's delicious, I'll go back and see how it's done."

Wan Hansong put the bamboo sticks in the box, found a trash can and threw it away: "I didn't ask you about the meatballs, but about how you feel here."

Song Haicha's brows and eyes relaxed: "Very good, it's really unexpected. I never thought that tea can be used in this way to face everyone."

"There is a better way," Wan Hansong stepped on a stone, "but I haven't figured it out yet."

In front of everyone, you can't do anything too presumptuous. Song Haicha picked it up and put it down: "This is already very good. It is estimated that the food will be on sale at the end of the year. It should be even better then."

It’s so lively, it’s impossible for Lu Wenwen not to join in. She also brought a lot of classmates together. Song Yang was diligent for a rare time, and gave them a strategy in advance, from where to go to when to eat and what to write clearly clearly.

Lu Wenwen looked carefully at the crooked and densely packed words, her eyes almost fell off, she handed the strategy to Song Yang: "You are quite caring."

Song Yang's face suddenly flushed a little, but it quickly disappeared, and he denied it: "I'm just afraid that I didn't take good care of you when I went back, and Master Wan would say I'm ashamed!"

The other students asked curiously: "Why is Master Wan saying you are ashamed, shouldn't it be Master Song?"

Fortunately, Song Yang reacted quickly, and at the same time made Wan Hansong unscrupulous without making them suspicious: "That's what he is, it's him who meddles in his own business!"

Lu Wenwen kicked him: "They give you extra lessons every week. Your grades are all thanks to them, white-eyed wolf!"

"You...you..." Song Yang didn't do anything to you for a long time, and said bitterly: "Go away! Everything I eat today is discounted!"

When they arrived at the place to eat, Lu Wenwen and the others gasped. Sure enough, the scenic spot is a place to kill people!

Song Yang went to a store to order the signature green tea noodles and green tea steamed dumplings, and then ordered some other things, asking them to find a place to wait.

They took out their mobile phones and asked heartbrokenly, "Song Yang, how much will we transfer to you?"

Song Yang turned around: "I didn't ask for money, maybe Master Song and the others have already said hello."

After hearing the answer, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but they began to feel embarrassed again. Usually they are all AA, so it's a bit embarrassing to tell them to eat for nothing.

After the food was served, Lu Wenwen told them not to move their chopsticks until she finished taking pictures.

They all knew that Lu Wenwen took pictures for publicity, so they held back their saliva and waited for her to adjust.The scent wafted back and forth under their noses, and the gluttons were hooked and almost crawled onto the table.

When Lu Wenwen said "Yes", several pairs of chopsticks stretched out.

After eating, Lu Wenwen asked them how they felt, and she planned to absorb everyone's language to write a copy.

She asked: "Try to speak in a literary way, or in such a way that people will drool upon hearing it."

Everyone was silent for 10 minutes, and then said together: "Delicious!"

Lu Wenwen was about to faint. Why didn't this group of people have any literary talent at all? Why didn't the nine-year compulsory education pour some ink into this group of people? !

After a few days, Lu Wenwen fixed the picture, but she couldn't think of any suitable sentence after thinking for a long time, so she posted it on Weibo like this:

"After thinking about it for a long time, I still only know: delicious!"

The following is the usual Jiugongge. One of them is a photo of them stretching their chopsticks together.

Wan Hansong swiped to Lu Wenwen's Weibo, and he read the comments as before.

"Does Songhai Tea Garden even have food? It looks delicious."

"Recently, my head has turned green, so I hate green, but why does this green look so appetizing???"

"I'll just ask: Is it expensive?"

Someone replied: "What do you think? It's expensive, but it's worth it, because it's so delicious..."

Wan Hansong showed the photo to Song Yang, gloated and said, "Why do you have such a ferocious expression? It's not like you haven't eaten before, alas, it's too embarrassing."

Song Yang was turning his chopsticks. After seeing the photo, he folded the chopsticks in two: "This face of my father..."

Song Haicha changed one for him: "Calm down, don't be too impatient."

Song Yang immediately sent a message to Lu Wenwen: What kind of photo did you take of me!One tenth of my handsomeness was not captured in the photo!

Lu Wenwen quickly replied to him: Why are you dissatisfied when everyone else says the photos look good?I'm clearly doing so well.

Song Yang: You, immediately, immediately, delete the photo!

Lu Wenwen: I won't, bye.

Song Yang's face turned green with anger, and Wan Hansong said with a smile: "You two have a good relationship."

"Okay? What's wrong? If it weren't for the fact that she is a girl, I would have... long ago..."

"Oh—I see." Wan Hansong said meaningfully, as if he had penetrated some facts.

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