"This is fried chicken."
The fragrance is so good, I also want to order a copy.”
"Can you take your time?"
Li Yong asked as he placed the order.
"It's okay. I'll wait slowly."
This small canteen had told everyone from the beginning that because it was a small pot dish, if everyone did not order stir-fried dishes, the food would actually be very slow. Generally, a dish would take about an hour on average.
Most of the dishes needed to be marinated in advance, so the marinating time was very long. It was understandable that the dishes were served slowly.
As the customers realized that Xu Ming seemed to know how to cook anything, the dishes he ordered were all big dishes. He didn't even order ordinary home-cooked dishes.
The ordering time was only between 11:00 and 12:00.
If they ordered until the end of business, they might not even be able to get off work until four or five o'clock.
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"Good boy, the food in your canteen is not cheap either.”
Ge Daqiang watched as his son ordered three dishes and a soup, spending more than 200 yuan.
"The dishes at the other windows are cheap, but the taste here is good. It's better than the dishes at the restaurants outside.”
"Do you have enough living expenses? I'll get your mother to help you with it.”
Ge Daqiang smelled the various fragrances in the hall and was extremely greedy. Just by smelling the fragrance, he knew that the taste of the dishes was not bad.
"Hehe, thank you, Dad."
Soon, the dishes they ordered were ready.
Red braised pork, double cooked pork, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, chicken soup with mushrooms.
These were all dishes that were served very quickly. In half an hour, all the dishes were served.
"Dad, Mom, try it."
Ge Dazhuang held his chopsticks and looked at his parents excitedly.
Everyone who had eaten Xu Ming's dishes knew how delicious they were.
For some reason, she suddenly felt nervous as she watched her parents eat.
After Father and Mother Ge took a bite, their eyes widened.
They had thought that their son had a hard time in school. He had to eat in the canteen every day. They thought that the food in the canteen was the best.
Their hearts ached and they were ready to bring their son out for a good meal.
She didn't expect that after tasting it, she would realize that they should feel sorry for her.
They had never eaten such delicious food in their lives. Their son ate it every day!
She had almost forgotten that a normal person would become so fat in just two months. How could it be bitter?
"Isn't it super delicious?"
Ge Dazhuang saw his parents 'reaction and was overjoyed. He also ate happily.
The happy and harmonious family continued until there was only one piece of braised pork left in the casserole. The atmosphere gradually became serious.
"Son, I haven't been doing well recently. I'm relieved to know that you're eating well at school.”
Ge Daqiang said as he wiped away his nonexistent tears.
"Mom, haven't you been losing weight recently? I'll help you eat this piece of red braised pork.”
As she spoke, she reached for the last piece of braised pork in the claypot with her chopsticks.
"Dad, you're getting old. When you went for a physical examination this year, the doctor said that you can't eat anything too greasy.”
As Ge Dazhuang spoke, he quickly picked up the last piece of braised pork and prepared to stuff it into his mouth.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a strong gaze.
He lowered his head and saw a big yellow dog standing in front of him.
The big yellow dog stuck out its tongue and stared at him fervently. To be precise, it was staring at the Red Braised Meat in his hand.
His mouth was still dripping with saliva. When he saw Ge Dazhuang looking at him, he actually put his hands together and bowed to him. He looked at the red braised pork eagerly.
Ge Dazhuang handed over the last piece of red braised pork in his hand.
The big yellow dog quickly took the Red Braised Meat and left without looking back.
Ge Dazhuang was speechless.
F * ck, the last piece of red braised pork was eaten by a dog!
"Are all the dogs in your school so intelligent?”
Before Mrs. Ge could say that she wasn't going to lose weight, the last piece of red braised pork fell into the big yellow dog's stomach.
Everyone fought for a long time but did not get to eat.
"These days, even dogs can beg for food.”
Ge Daqiang almost didn't eat it, but when he saw that his unfilial son didn't eat it either, he was instantly happy.
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No one had seen this fried chicken before. It was a new dish, and it attracted everyone's attention the moment it appeared.
"It smells so good. It looks a little like roast duck and goose, but the fragrance is different. It has a little sweetness.”
Xu Mengting was the one who ordered this dish. It was a dish that she had eaten at a local scenic spot when she went on a trip with her boyfriend.
Ever since he came back, he had not forgotten about it, but he had never seen this dish in any restaurant outside.
He didn't expect the school cafeteria to order it. It was unbelievable!
"Quickly try it and see if it tastes like this!”
Her boyfriend picked up a drumstick and handed it to her.
Under the light, the drumstick was an alluring red color. It was glossy and shiny, and there were even a few spots that were charred yellow.
It was a little different from what she had eaten before, but she had to admit that this charred yellow color looked very tempting.
Xu Mengting's eyes lit up after taking a bite!
The chicken skin that had been drenched in hot oil was sizzling, but it was not greasy at all. Instead, it had a charred fragrance.
It tasted especially good.
The chicken meat inside was supposed to have a firm texture, but it was unexpectedly very tender. It was salty and fragrant, and there was even a hint of sweetness.
"How does it taste?"
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