It was a warm Wednesday.
Yang Zhe got up early in the morning.
He went to the warehouse and checked the stock of various ingredients. He found that there were very few of them left.
The leaves of the vegetables were yellow and withered.
The radish shriveled and wrinkled, and it could no longer be eaten.
Looking at the meat in the storage, he found that there was only a pitiful lamb chop left in the freezer.
With so little stock, it might not even be enough for lunch.
Yang Zhe took out his phone and called Wang Dahai from the lifestyle department.
"Brother Wang, I'm out of ingredients. When are you coming over? I plan to go out and buy some.”
"Buying groceries? Alright, I'll be right there. Wait for me.”
Yang Zhe nodded and hung up the phone. He began to pick out a few green onions that were still barely usable.
The carved beams and painted buildings of the film studio were shining brightly under the sun.
On the long antique avenue, many actors were hurrying to different filming crews.
At this moment, a red electric tricycle suddenly appeared at the end of the road.
A middle-aged man was sitting in the car and drove over from the end.
"Brother Yang, let's go buy some ingredients?”
"How did you get here so quickly?"
"Damn it, I can't stop you from cooking!”
"Is it that exaggerated?"
"Of course, our production team is now putting food first and filming second!”
Wang Dahai stopped the tricycle and walked into the kitchen.
He was Yang Zhe's immediate superior and was usually addressed as Brother Wang.
However, Yang Zhe's cooking was so delicious that Wang Dahai also called him Brother Yang.
The two of them addressed each other as brothers, but neither of them was younger.
Yang Zhe grabbed a towel to wipe his hands, then took off his apron.
"Let's go, Brother Wang. We have to buy more food this time. Our production team can eat too much!”
"Sure, the producer has given us money again. We'll buy more this time!”
Yang Zhe flipped over and got into the electric three-wheeled motorcycle. Wang Dahai was driving at a high speed in front of him.
The shadows of the trees on both sides of the road flew past quickly, dazzling people.
The cool wind blew on their faces, and they couldn't help but feel refreshed.
"How many days are we going to buy vegetables this time?"
"Three days. It's hot in summer. If you buy too much, the vegetables will go bad easily.”
"By the way, how much is the budget for the production team?”
"Don't worry about that. I'm sure I've brought enough. Don't worry.”
Yang Zhe nodded and confirmed the relevant matters with Wang Dahai.
Soon, the two of them arrived at the market.
This market should have been newly opened not long ago. There were all kinds of shops as far as the eye could see.
At this time, there were many people. Many uncles and aunties were walking back and forth with cloth bags.
Yang Zhe stepped in, and his eyes were filled with dense notification bars.
Ordinary washed carrots
Plain and dry purple cabbage
Fresh Celery of Average Quality
……
The various notifications dazzled him.
After looking around, he took a few steps forward and came to a vegetable shop with a large pile of potatoes.
" The potatoes are not bad. Can you pick?"
"Sure, young man, you can choose whatever you want. How much do you want?”
"Let's take a look first. Give me 40 pounds."
"Alright, I'll get you a snakeskin bag.”
The lady selling vegetables quickly found a snakeskin bag and handed it to Yang Zhe.
Yang Zhe squatted down and began to pick from the pile of potatoes.
He picked up the potato and looked at it, then picked up another potato and weighed it.
No one knew what he was picking.
Ordinary potatoes
“……”
average quality potatoes with mud
“……”
Yellow Heart Potato of Good Quality
"Yes, this is okay."
Yang Zhe rummaged through the pile of potatoes and several potato bags.
However, there were not many good quality potatoes. There were only five or six in a bag.
Therefore, he accurately picked out the high-quality potatoes hidden in the pile of potatoes.
Then, he neatly put them into the snakeskin bag.
Seeing this scene, Wang Dahai and the vegetable seller were a little silly.
"Brother Yang, why do you need five or six in each bag?”
"There are good and bad. We will definitely buy the good ones.”
"Why do I think they look the same? How to differentiate between good and bad?"
"This also requires experience."
Yang Zhe answered without raising his head, his hands continuing to dig through the pile of potatoes.
The vegetable seller looked at Yang Zhe's picking and choosing with impatience.
What was wrong with young men these days? They had to pick and choose when buying potatoes.
I've been planting potatoes for decades. People call me the Potato Fairy.
Even I can't tell the difference between good and bad potatoes. Can you?
After a while, Yang Zhe filled the originally deflated snakeskin bag to the brim.
Then, he patted the dust off his hands and paid the auntie.
Then, he turned around to buy meat.
This was the smallest area of the market.
There weren't many stalls, but the variety was quite complete.
Yang Zhe's gaze swept across the area and finally landed on a certain stall.
The half lamb hanging on the iron shelf behind the stall looked okay.
"How much is this mutton?"
"31 catties. I just slaughtered them this morning. They're still fresh.”
The owner of the meat stall was a fat man who weighed more than 200 pounds.
She was wearing a Han shirt and a greasy black apron around her waist.
He held a knife in his right hand and a sincere expression appeared on his face.
Just slaughtered this morning?
Yang Zhe frowned slightly and pulled his hind legs to take a look.
Suddenly, a line of gray text appeared in front of him.
Overnight mutton slaughtered at 3 p. m. yesterday
"Boss, I'm just joking.”
"Ah?"
"Your mutton was clearly slaughtered at three o'clock yesterday.”
The boss stopped chopping the meat stuffing in his hand and looked shocked.
That silly look seemed to have been frozen on the spot.
I've been selling mutton for so many years, but this is the first time I've seen something like this.
There's actually someone who can even tell what time I slaughtered the sheep?？？
On the other side, Wang Dahai, who was responsible for paying, was also dumbfounded.
Was this for real?
To determine the time of death after the autopsy?
Wasn't this the job of a forensic doctor?
Brother Yang's skill was too f * cking powerful, right?
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