Chapter 1968 is on the hot search again
Nan Jiaojiao didn't hear clearly and asked casually: "What's wrong?"
Then she saw Bo Yanqing's face was not good, and he was about to say that he didn't want to hear it, But Mo Ting opened his mouth too quickly and the whole mouth trembled: "You don't know, Bo Laosan was a sick boy when he was a child. He went to the ancestral home in the countryside to recuperate. Yan Chi and I often went to play with him. In fact, who would be willing to travel across mountains and rivers? Go, but their chef cooks delicious food. Every time we go back, he will open a small stove for us, but he can only cook four or five dishes. The other dishes are all clear soup and lack of water, just because this guy soaks medicine in a jar every day and cannot eat sour food. He can't eat sweet things, but he can't eat spicy food, and his mouth almost tastes like a bird. We are worried that he will lose weight at a young age, so we coax him to go play in the mountains. I carry a basket on my back and trick him into picking out the bamboo shoots alone. "
"He didn't want to. We said it was a medicinal material. Xu Shu searched for it for a long time and finally found it. I brought him some more and he reluctantly pulled out a few. After we went back, Yan Chi and I cut them into slices. I didn’t know how to cook it, so I just mixed all the seasonings together and added two tablespoons of mustard. The smell was too strong, so I wanted to use vinegar to cover it up. I couldn’t find it for a long time, and finally I got a bottle of syrup from the cabinet. "< br>
Bo Yanqing's face became more and more ugly. Nan Jiaojiao was so frightened when he saw it, but someone was still exposing his dark history, "How do we know vinegar? We know that vinegar may be white. What about maltose?" Isn’t it also white? After half a bottle of Huo Huo, the whole plate of bitter bamboo shoots was sticky and disgusting. It was a pity to throw it away, so he buried the bitter bamboo shoots under the rice. Bo Yanqing didn’t know anything. He ate it while digging the rice. After a few mouthfuls, he vomited and the diarrhea lasted for two days. Yan Chi and I were both frightened, fearing that he would collapse himself. With his childhood body, he could collapse at the slightest wind. Our worst-case scenario was Come to think of it, the search history on Baidu is all about how many years a minor can be sentenced to murder by mistake.”
Bo Yanqing: "..."
"From then on, he didn't want to see any bamboo shoots for several years. Suddenly, he didn't know what happened. Whenever he ate in private, he would order a dish of bitter bamboo shoots and serve them to me and me. Put it in front of Yan Chi, and he has kept his grudge until now."
Bo Yanqing gritted his teeth, his eyes were like hawks, wanting to peck someone.
Nan Jiaojiao's eyes swayed from side to side, her mouth pursed, not daring to make a sound. Then she silently covered her ears, pretending not to hear, and turned to look at Chu Yao, holding back her reluctance. say.
Bo Yanqing naturally saw her little move, and he felt it was funny even though he was angry. He didn't even hide it anymore and kicked Mo Tingshen on the knee, "Shut up, get out if you don't want to have a good meal." Get out.”
Mo Ting rubbed his knees deeply. No one said a word of pity to him, and he stopped teasing him and just kept eating.
Bo Yanqing picked up at least three bamboo shoots with chopsticks and put them in his bowl. I didn't taste anything else in my breakfast, but it smelled like crying, and it almost fermented in my mouth.
After eating, the two men put away the dishes and chopsticks, and put Yuyuan's plates back into the food box. After a while, people from the restaurant will come to collect them.
They went out together to their respective companies.
Chu Yao took off his shoes, lay on the sofa, tore up a pack of banana slices, and ate each piece in large portions.
Lu Zhenzhen called. Nan Jiaojiao had just made two cups of milk tea, and turned on the speakerphone without having a hand to answer it.
“Look at the hot searches.”
Nan Jiaojiao subconsciously thought that the hot searches were related to Chu Yao, “Chu Yao is next to me.”
“No. She, it’s you. Song Yuan spread the news last night, and you are now being chased and scolded by the entire Internet.”
(End of this chapter)