After posting on Moments, Lu Hao stared at the clear texture of rocks, the birds with vivid appearances for a while, and added another sentence to Moments - Luo Qichuan, the first sword that far surpassed Haicheng.

He didn't care how much storm caused by the food appraisal association he was in after the posting of this circle of friends. He sat straight and cleaned his face and washed his hands again, and used a bamboo to make a small spoonful of "rocks and rocks".

The entrance of the rock is cold on the outside. When you bite it gently, the internal strength is slightly hot. The sweet fragrance of fruits and vegetables is just right. Lu Hao searched his thoughts for a while, but he couldn't think of any moving words and sentences, and it was even hard to describe how it tasted.

I just feel that perhaps the chef can discover the true nature of human taste buds, so the food cooked can instantly become active and receive ultimate comfort.

The whole yard was quiet, and even the bustling young men and women next door were restrained and frivolous, even a little crazy and noisy.

The breeze blows, and the food makes people forget everything.

After a pot of seafood and a few roasted fish were served, Lu Hao even ate it so much that he had to forget his old mother aside.

Fortunately, the old lady is not young, but she is very flexible. She is not polite to compete with her son for food. Her son is a little unable to steal her, so she will not be hungry.

As the fragrance dissipated, most of the pedestrians on Taixing Pedestrian Street were tormented by the smell.

However, Yang Ji now only has five tables, and at most ten people sit at a table. The guests came in search of the fragrance, but most of them were forced to eat a steaming bowl and turned away.

However, Yang Yuying was in a good mood today and was not willing to disappoint the salivating guests. Whenever the guests passing by and trying to enter the door were divided into two roasted fish, so that everyone could satisfy their cravings.

"Look at the front, there are so many people, what are they doing?"

Ning Lan carried the easel on her back and led the two students all the way. She happened to walk to Yang Ji's door and immediately paused.

"It seems to be a restaurant, there are quite a lot of people?"

In fact, he had just eaten and was not hungry, but he was so lively. Seeing that many people stopped at Yang Ji's door and refused to leave, he felt curious and walked over.

As soon as he walked to the door, a baby-faced young man handed over a small straw basket. The basket was woven slightly simple, but had a unique charm, especially the tassels decorated around it, with many complicated words on it. If you look closely, it is very distinctive.

Ning Lan looked at the basket and received the hand without saying a word. Two students around him also got one. Once they got it, they smelled the unique fragrance of roasted fish. The two students couldn't help holding the bamboo stick and picked it up and took it a bite. The delicious fish meat was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, melting in the mouth. The fish bones were not removed, but all the fish bones were crispy just right, but the fish meat never lost its chewiness. The fresh smell poured into the stomach from the throat.

The two young men who were less than 20 years old swallowed most of the half in three mouthfuls, but the remaining half was held back. They couldn't bear to eat too quickly. They ate in small mouthfuls and held them in their mouths for a long time and couldn't bear to swallow them. They were so moved that tears were about to flow down.

Ning Lan didn't pay attention to the fish, and focused on the small basket. He didn't eat fish. He had decades of old rhinitis and could not smell anything. This roasted fish was different from the domineering fragrance that came from the restaurant. It was more restrained and had a light aroma. You can only experience the beauty of it when you eat it in your mouth.

Ning Lan has found fish and other things very annoying since she was a child. Not to mention fish with many thorns, he doesn’t like to eat even those who are famous for not having thorns.

It is annoying with thorns. The fish without thorns tastes bland and tastes boring. If the ingredients are a little bit more heavy, it will be full of the ingredients flavor for a long time, and the light taste is a bit fishy.

Don’t care whether others love it or not, Ning Lan simply hates fish and meat so much that she hates it.

The two students obviously knew the teacher’s fault, so they hugged and came to him, and said embarrassedly: “Teacher Ning, the fish will be cold in a while. Don’t you eat it?”

Ning Lan waved his hand and continued to study the tassels on the basket. At this moment, his mind burst into inspiration and suddenly he wanted to set up an easel to make a painting.

The two young boys looked at each other, sneaked over, and quietly took out a fish from the basket at Ning Lan. After hesitating, hesitating, he still refused to move another one.

The two of them got together, one half of them, and quickly took advantage of Ning Lan's inattention and swallowed them clean in a few bites.

Ning Lan was about to call two students to come and see his newly discovered little thing, but when she turned around, she saw his two beloved students licking their fingers hard, licking them vigorously, which was even more flirtatious than the fat cat he raised.

"cough."

Ning Lan coughed heavily.

The two students all looked up and spoke at the same time: "Does Teacher Ning not eat fish? The fish will not be delicious when it is cold. Why don't you give it to us?"

Ning Lan sneered and picked up the roasted fish.

The two students' eyes suddenly shone, and they hurriedly came over and reached out, and then they saw Ning Lan bit it down.

"Yeah!"

Ning Lan was stunned, savored it for a long time, and breathed out: "I haven't seen such fragrance in my mouth for a long time, and it tastes delicious."

He suddenly looked up at the quiet place hidden in the downtown area in front of him. He was in a moment of emotion and immediately outlined it briefly, depicting the tall courtyard gate, red lanterns, beautifully written signs, and those who were lowering their heads to eat roasted fish in front of the door on the drawing paper.

The whole painting does not draw a single stroke of food.

But this painting, which was just a draft, made the two students who saw it at first gradually feel the rumbling sound in their stomachs, and the saliva secretion became more and more.

The two teenagers looked at each other and stared at their professors in unison: "Professor, can this painting be distributed to the class? Everyone can learn and study."

When he saw Ning Lan nodding, the two of them took photos and sent the class group, and they finished it in one go.

The diving crowd exploded in three seconds.

"Lao Ning painted? Hazelnut, you have been painted. From then on, you will be in the art hall of Great Qi. "We, thousands of years later, may you write an analysis article that you don't know hundreds of thousands of words."

"They are still thinking about whether Hazelnuts have been famous for their lifetimes? Humph, Lao Ning is partial to his heart and takes you to enjoy the food. We stay in the studio and paint, and we also want to have a meal."

"Have a meal!"

"Hungry!"

Hundreds of students from the art academy in the group stared at the draft and looked at it for a few times, all of whom were hungry. Except for those who were addicted to painting, others flocked into the cafeteria, which scared the aunt who cooked in the cafeteria for a while.

The principal and his friends also came to have dinner. When the friends saw this attitude, they immediately became amazed.

"Old Guo, it seems that the level of your school cafeteria is good!"

Principal Guo: “…”

Ning Lan is not just a professor at the Huangjia Academy of Fine Arts in Daqi. His paintings, a draft of the size of a palm, can buy a house in a second-tier city.

It still has to be a relatively prosperous area in second-tier cities with good economic development.

As for the fine brushwork he drew, his painting "Bright Moon on the Sea" was successfully sold by the third princess of the Golden Shield Kingdom for 160 million yuan at the Lizhou auction house last month.

The transaction price is not particularly high. After all, for the sake of the third prince, many people have never competed with her.

Even if the students do not spread his new work, there are more than 7,600 faculty and staff and students within the Royal Academy of Fine Arts alone. Ning Lan is a celebrity in the school, and all the news about him spreads very quickly.

In just over a dozen minutes, at least half of the people in the school knew that Professor Ning met a private restaurant in Haicheng, but was turned away and stood in front of the hotel with a greed. He was like a demon, and he splashed ink and drew a picture.

In an instant, countless people took action and went around to inquire about Yang Ji's private dishes.

"What do you want to know? This is not Miss Yuying's home?"

Many of the Academy of Fine Arts are young students, and there are many people chasing stars. You may not have seen the interview with "talking in your spare time", but how could you not pay attention to the beautiful scenery of the phoenix flying behind you, as a future artist of the Academy of Fine Arts?

When I think about the opportunity to enter the mansion of a big star openly, or the mansions that are full of high-energy everywhere, what are I waiting for?

Not to mention that there is delicious food to enjoy, it is worth checking in even if there isn't.

...

As autumn goes and winter comes, it finally snows in Haicheng.

In the early morning, it was not clear. Yang Yuying opened her eyes, stretched her waist gently, turned over and buried her head in Hu Jiu's fluffy tail and struggled before getting up to practice.

When people reach winter, they will naturally grow a few lazy roots.

As soon as she arrived in the yard, Yang Yuying looked at it and saw some light things floating over in every corner, and some furry little things were running around.

The kitchen is brightly lit and you can hear the sound of barbecue cooking and frying.

Wen Huan sat on the stone pier with his chin on his back and dozed off. Seeing Yang Yuying starting his day of practice, he cheered up and sat up suddenly and looked straight over.

As Yang Yuying moved, the little things hidden in the yard were humming with satisfaction, and a kitten stretched out his body and exposed his snow-white belly, squinted his eyes, looking so cute.

Yang Yuying was amused and laughed: "Is it so comfortable? What do you want to eat?"

"I'm not sleepy when it comes to this, shredded chicken porridge, the shredded chicken porridge I didn't eat last night!"

Wen Huan yelled, "Do you know how many people came yesterday? I urgently seconded more than 20 chefs to help, and I was too fed with him and barely supplied roasted fish. As a result, you still don't leave me food!"

Yang Yuying was surprised: "I should be very low-key when I opened it?"

Although Taixing Pedestrian Street is a bustling and lively place, Yang Ji is in the depths and Yang Yuying does not make any publicity in advance. Where did the guests come from?

Wenhuan rolled his eyes: "The God of Wealth personally hangs red lanterns for you. Don't say that you are just low-key, you just hide the store in the deep mountains and forests, and your business will still be prosperous."

Yang Yuying laughed and walked into the kitchen. Soon after, she simply took out the shredded chicken porridge and burritos.

Wenhuan's complaints instantly melted into the soft and slightly hot porridge rice.

He can only eat the food in the world. Only when he passes through Master Yang’s hands can food be the real food.

For this stutter, Wenhuan felt that he might be able to endure this job for another hundred years.

“Huh?”

Wen Huan was eating porridge. As he was eating, he suddenly floated and floated to the eaves, holding the phoenix with one hand and looking down.

Shao Yuewei stumbled with her two besties and walked forward in a daze. Her heartbeats were getting faster and faster, her head became dizzy, and she couldn't remember any thoughts.

"Yuewei, look at me, look at me."

The young man reached out to hold Shao Yuewei's shoulder and stared at her like a burning look. He was wearing a snow-white mink coat, his hair was dyed like an explosive red color, and his face was handsome. From head to toe, every piece of accessories on his body was valuable.

Pedestrians from both sides looked over, some shook their heads and smiled bitterly, and some whistled in a low voice.

"Yuewei, three years in high school and four years in college, except for you, I can't see any other girl in my eyes. You are the bright moon in the sky, and you are the light in my heart."

His hands tighter and tighter.

Shao Yuewei opened her mouth, wanted to speak, and wanted to tell Xu Ming that she didn't like him, and had never liked him before. Thanks for his wrong love, but she couldn't even speak a word in her throat. She was panicked and had a severe headache.

She vaguely felt something was wrong. Over the years, she had rejected Xu Ming countless times. At first, she was considering his face because of the friendship between the two families. But recently she was really annoyed and her rejection became more and more determined.

Even her grandfather also stopped thinking and said nothing about being a family friend or a childhood sweetheart. If he could succeed, it would be a good marriage. Perhaps because he felt her attitude, Xu Ming became more and more crazy. She had been avoiding her when she went out these days, and she would not attend any banquet he went to.
To be continued...