Chapter 1574: Troupe Lunch

What is "Old Song family's meat dish"?

The troupe didn't understand, it must be the farmhouse big pot rice kind!

Don't mention it, they were really hungry.

Everyone hesitated for a moment, got on the car to pack their personal belongings, and before two minutes passed, two large shuttle buses drove over steadily on the road in front of them:

"Meihua Troupe?"

He looked at the banner on the car again: "Get on, there are not many ingredients left at noon, Master Jiang said to simply make you something—is fried rice and noodles okay? There is white fungus soup, and zongzi."

It's already two or three o'clock in the afternoon, and they have to catch up on progress later, what else can they pick?

So they got into the shuttle bus nimbly, chatting all the way: "This farm looks unremarkable, but the configuration is quite complete."

"Are there tourists usually? Otherwise, why bother with shuttle buses."

"I searched before, it's a farm in their local area, saying the taste of the vegetables is very good, and many people in the city come to buy vegetables every weekend."

"Also, also, must go to the place where tofu is ground to buy some tofu."

"You can open dog blind boxes on the road, what is SSR is Big King, and Big Pearl family—I know blind boxes, my daughter loves them, what does SSR mean?"

Everyone talked about it, but the driver in front was still steady and didn't say a word. I don't know why, not only did it not make everyone feel unenthusiastic, but it made people feel extra at ease.

Talking, the shuttle bus bypassed the rolling hills and appeared in front of everyone, this is a large piece of factory buildings painted pink and white, and further away, there is an apartment building.

Oh my!

Then the scale is really not small. Looking at the other side, large pieces of vegetable fields, fruit trees, fish ponds, rice fields underneath...

"Really good."

Someone murmured: "If there are no family factors, life in this kind of place must be very comfortable."

The shuttle bus stopped, and until this time the driver in front got off the car and added: "Life here is indeed very comfortable."

He raised his hand to check the time: "It is in a semi-holiday state today, the employees are probably still taking a nap at this point—"

You have to sleep! Everyone was full at noon, and after eating, they ate digestive tablets, and then mixed with each other, facing the big sun to flip mugwort and wander around, in short, they had to work hard to digest...

After such a toss, it was finally comfortable at one or two o'clock. The weather was so hot, and there was really no work to do, so it was better to go to sleep.

In short, the security guard also smiled contentedly thinking of the noon meal:

"Come, the canteen is here."

Needless to say, everyone had already smelled the aroma.

Living in a country with a great diet, no matter how mediocre and ordinary people are, they naturally have the same skill.

That is, smelling the smell emitted by stir-frying, they can roughly guess whether it is stewed pork or stir-fried chili today.

The hot aroma of slow-stewing and the hotness of the oil pan, when hungry, will grab everyone's nerves like small hands.

And the smell emitted from the canteen now is not as choking as chili, nor as mellow as stewed meat.

Instead, you can clearly smell the layers, the aroma of stir-fried green onions, the heat of eggs being stir-fried fluffy, the sweet beauty emitted from the most ordinary rice...

"Dudulu."

Everyone touched their stomachs in unison: "Hungry."

So hungry, I feel like I can eat a full large bowl.

Entering the canteen, the cold air of the air conditioning made everyone's heart peaceful again. An aunt was storing water in the tea bucket, and when she saw them coming, she first showed a smile:

"Are you all hungry, the tea water still needs to be boiled, everyone drink some white fungus soup first."

Summer heat will cause people to have no appetite, and drinking a bowl of cold white fungus soup before a meal, not necessarily a lot, is enough to soothe the irritable nerves.

Her casual and enthusiastic manner, as if greeting neighbors and relatives, made the troupe members instantly relax, and they looked at this spacious, bright, and seemingly particular canteen without being outsiders.

Finally pointing directly to the disinfection cabinet:

"Are the bowls and chopsticks here?"

"Yes." Zhai Xiaofeng looked: "Don't take those miscellaneous ones, those are the employees' own, just take the unified specifications in the top row."

The young girl in the troupe felt uncomfortable all day today—although it wasn't her fault, but delaying everyone's holiday, not receiving the tail payment, and running back and forth, she felt uncomfortable in her heart.

Now she walked over actively:

"Everyone sit down first, I'll scoop white fungus soup for you."

The eldest sister in the troupe also walked over: "It's just scooping soup, why do you have to run back and forth, everyone hit their own."

Once this was said, those who were empty in their stomachs rushed over first, and actively inquired: "Is there egg fried rice being stir-fried inside?"

"Yes!"

Zhai Xiaofeng smiled: "It was a bit late when we knew you were coming, there were not many ingredients left at noon, so Master Jiang thought about stir-frying with the remaining diced pork, paired with sour cowpeas, to stir-fry a large mixed fried rice for you."

"Is there anyone who eats pasta? I picked some sesame leaves two days ago, do you eat sesame leaf paste noodles? The noodles are boiled soft and rotten, paired with the shredded meat and salty vegetables inside—the noodles are also newly harvested this year!"

This eldest sister is so magical, even ordinary egg fried rice and noodles were described by her to make people salivate. An uncle in the troupe responsible for props and equipment patted his stomach: "I want one bowl of each, is that okay?"

How can this not be okay?

Not to mention whether anyone will waste it, even if it is really left over, the piglets and puppies at home are waiting to eat, and not a bit will be left.

She just kindly reminded: "Then you don't take zongzi later, just eat rice and noodles, and eat zongzi at night."

Everyone nodded obediently, but at this moment, the fast-handed person had already scooped a small bowl of iced white fungus soup and sat in his seat.

After one spoonful, she suddenly fell silent.

"Teacher Ning, what's wrong?" The person next to her was curious: "Is it relatively sweet?" They who have singing segments have requirements for their figure, and they generally don't eat too sweet ones.

Who knew Teacher Ning stood up silently, and then went to the disinfection cabinet to choose a large bowl again, and followed the white fungus soup queue to line up again.

During the period, she also worriedly stretched her neck to look at the large bucket: "Is it gone after drinking this soup?"

Zhai Xiaofeng felt embarrassed: "Yes, it takes time to boil this, and there is a fixed amount every day. The employees drank less at noon, so there is only this much left."

Everyone can drink white fungus soup every few days in the canteen, so they gave up painfully in front of delicious food, and only drank a small bowl to sweeten their mouths.

Now...

Everyone in the troupe was silent, and they all looked at the bucket with regret. ===== CHAPTER 1575 =====