Ark Chef Lapland

But he was so tired that his legs didn't look like his own, and his stomach was growling even more.

From tossing in the morning to now, it is fighting, cursing and coaxing people, and the mental consumption is even greater!

Tired, with this kind of brain pumping, my body still secretes some hormone stimulation from time to time, and it is completely relying on strong willpower to get rid of this evil condition.

Wielding a kitchen knife and cutting love, it's not easy to pass through.

Some sugar must be added!

The place where Lapland returned to the city was in the West End, and I went to Baigui Commercial Street, which I arrived in the morning.

She was attracted by the bread in the window of a small shop on the side of the road, and the seductive fragrance made her unable to step forward.

This bread is definitely a hundred times better than those chain stores in certain languages ​​and certain degrees!

"Little girl, a hard day, come in for a cocktail specially made by the old man?" The uncle of the Fengti tribe with horns stood at the door of the store with a jian smile.

Ok?

Lapland was taken aback for a while, only to realize that the shop's sign said "Dali Bar" instead of a baking shop.

Because it's still early days, business hasn't gotten hot, and at the moment, only the boss is at the door to solicit customers.

"I want two croissants, and this and this." Lapland was unmoved.

"Okay, give me a special drink for my father after spending four." Uncle Fengti enthusiastically served her a plate.

Can't get around?!

Lapland frowned slightly: "Why didn't I see such promotional information?"

Uncle Fengti blinked: "The new promotion I just thought of, but I haven't posted it yet."

Lapland instinctively felt that this uncle was not malicious, so he couldn't help laughing and sat down at the bar: "Thank you very much, then."

"Young people should be free and easy, there is no difficulty that can't be overcome, and when they are tired, they will take a breath tomorrow!"

Lapland waited while eating bread.

The bread in this pub is surprisingly better than the bakery.

It's soft and delicious, with just the right flavor of milk and wheat, even if you are crazy fans of Chinese food, you don't mind eating it more than once.

Moreover, it is not big, and you can taste multiple flavors at one time, which is more in Lapland's heart.

She is more greedy than hungry and wants to eat everything she hasn't eaten.

Not long after, a beautiful cocktail from deep blue to light blue was placed in front of her.

The alcohol taste is not strong, and the degree is lower than ordinary beer. It is said that alcohol is more like a drink.

"Slightly drunk is better than buying drunk, which old man is really willing to drink too much of his beautiful daughter?" Uncle Fengti explained.

Lapland shook his head without saying a word, pointed to the menu and asked, "Can fried rice be made?"

"of course."

"Come here."

She does not eat staple food, as if the meal did not end the battle.

It took you a few minutes, and Uncle Feng Ti brought a big plate.

"Here you are, Lanzhou fried rice."

Shrimp, ham, egg, green peas, cucumber and carrot diced on the slightly charred rice are rich in ingredients.

just……

Lapland asked, "This should be called Yangzhou fried rice?"

"Yes, Lanzhou fried rice." Uncle Feng Ti tried to twist his tongue.

Forget it, don't correct the pronunciation of a cow.

The taste of fried rice is quite authentic. The most important thing is not to cut corners. According to the standard of a restaurant...not a pub, it far exceeds the pass line.

Speaking of which, Lapland has forgotten that this is a pub. The guests who came in behind him mostly bought bread and ordered fried rice.

Only Uncle Fengti was busy in the whole process, and occasionally picked up the guitar to sing a song.

The bartender who doesn't want to bake bread is not a good singer?

The tavern gradually became lively. This is the West Side, and most of them live ordinary and simple lives.

The house passed down over several generations may be worth several million, but the daily income is only well-off. After a hard day, I prefer such an affordable tavern.

Everyone casually chatted, bragged, and vented the sorrow of life.

Uncle Fengti listened carefully, and gave some responses from time to time, with a rather cold and humorous taste:

"Think about it, wearing a seat belt increases your chances of dying from cancer."

"A woman is a strange creature. You can't open the bottle cap outside, but you can open your heavenly cap at home."

"The real novelty is to experience new things with old people, not to cycle old things with new people."

"I was a little depressed during the years I worked in Katzdale, and even called the local suicide line. They were very excited and asked if I would drive a truck."

Lapland listened quietly, there was a kind of city atmosphere, which was both novel and relaxing.

The more lively the environment, the more peaceful the heart.

A glass of wine and a plate of side dishes are not tasteful, but the world is different.

She also knew Uncle Fengti's name, Kui Aman.

In order to cheer him up, Lapland ordered another glass of wine.

Kui Aman suddenly opened his eyes and smiled: "Tell you, people who come to me to eat and not drink, don't know how to appreciate."

Lapland followed his tone: "It's not necessarily, it may be that there is no money."

The old and the young looked at each other and laughed, finding such a tacit understanding.

As the night got deeper and deeper, the tavern became busier.

The cashier and waiter of Kui Aman's cocktail and fried rice, and someone asked him to sing, started to sweat on his forehead.