Chapter 1575: Troupe Eating

What? The rice and noodles later are more filling?

Teacher Ning didn't believe it!

Just this white fungus soup, drink a mouthful in the summer, cool and slippery, what is refreshing? This is it!

She buried her head and tasted a spoonful carefully again, and then urged the crowd who were watching the fun: "Drink, what are you doing stunned! Just for this bowl of soup, this trip today is worth it!"

Even the serious Teacher Ning said this.

Everyone was stunned, and then quickly rushed to line up to scoop white fungus soup.

Zhai Xiaofeng:... Really, she told the truth, why didn't this group of people believe it?

Good in the white fungus soup only half a bucket left, this group of people only hit a bowl per person, at this moment in the huge canteen, the sound of slurping soup echoed on the empty walls, and there were successive impolite exclamations from everyone.

Master Jiang poked his head to look, holding a large spoon, and couldn't help but knock twice on the edge of the pot.

Zhai Xiaofeng looked at it on the side, always feeling that this action was like the pre-action of feeding pigs before.

Until someone came to the large stainless steel bucket with regret to look, and tried to scrape it with a spoon, only scraped out 1/3 of a spoon...

Zhai Xiaofeng really couldn't bear to look, picked up the bucket and put it by the sink, and started flushing with water.

Troupe:... Why is it so unthrifty! He didn't scrape carefully just now!

But seeing that the other party only took a little water, and then the large bucket shook back and forth and rinsed it once, and soon poured it into a bucket on the side, not knowing whether it was to feed pigs or dogs.

That bit of heartache was silently hidden away.

Until someone came to this side with an empty bowl and stared at it with regret, asking soullessly:

"Gone?"

"Well, gone."

The two looked at each other, and both wanted to sigh during the holiday.

Until another indescribable rich fragrance came, two kitchen helpers carried a large basin out and shouted:

"Sesame leaf paste noodles are ready, eat as much as you want, try not to waste."

The two people who were stunned in front of the empty bucket rushed up quickly, although there was no white fungus soup, but after drinking that, the appetite was opened, and this thick noodle could be eaten in a bowl.

"Oh, it smells so good! Sure enough, the food cooked in the farmhouse earth stove is delicious."

The two stretched out their chopsticks to pick up the sesame leaves, looked at this thing: ugly and unremarkable, it's the first time I've heard of mixing it into noodles.

But once in the mouth, the thick soup hangs on the dried and boiled sesame leaves, and the unique taste and aroma linger slowly. Then drink a bowl of thick soup...

The other party paused, and then returned, standing directly on the edge of the large basin, and slurped it up across three steps.

That appearance was without any restraint and beauty, which made the troupe colleagues glance at him:

"What are you doing? Eating like a beggar here."

The other party was vague: "If you can beg for food, I can beg until dark."

He had to eat quickly, so he could hit the second bowl!

Oh my, really, why couldn't he be more open, and take another bowl to scoop it first!

Seeing him like this, everyone smelled this aroma, and what else didn't they understand?

Those who drank white fungus soup rushed over quickly, and before long, the queue was long again.

And then one mouthful down.

Teacher Daling in the troupe sighed deeply, and then patted the young girl's shoulder:

"Miaomiao, fortunately you took this order. If you can eat such food at night, I can sing all night for the host."

Miaomiao was still drinking the white fungus soup in her bowl, and now that she heard the other party say this, looking at the soft and rotten noodles she scooped up, she couldn't help but swallow her saliva.

"Is it really that delicious, then I'll hurry up..."

Before she finished speaking, someone carried a large basin out of the back kitchen again:

"Mixed fried rice, eat as much as you can, try not to waste."

Looking at the crowd guarding the basin of sesame leaf noodles, it was almost empty again.

Zhai Xiaofeng waited on the side, watching the last person eat the second bowl, and then took a spoon to scrape the basin clean, she couldn't help but advise again:

"I told you the rice is also delicious, why didn't anyone believe it?"

Of course, this sentence clearly carried the intention of watching the fun.

After all, she is also a person who has eaten good things, and now looking at this group who hasn't enjoyed it, there is an extra happy sense of superiority in her heart.

Just this young man, he drank a bowl of white fungus soup just now, and scraped half a bowl. He ate two bowls of paste noodles here, and he can eat three more mouthfuls of fried rice later, that really counts as his big stomach king!

The other party didn't take this sentence to heart originally, but the mixed fried rice on the side looked too rich!

And the rich rice fragrance, how can this rice be so fragrant?

He moved his heart and added a little fried rice to the half bowl of soup base he scooped out.

Just eat a mouthful like this—

Woo...

He instantly felt sad.

"Why is this fried rice so delicious?" But his stomach is round now, and he can't eat any more!

"Can it not be delicious?" Zhai Xiaofeng was waiting for this moment!

Pretending to be light and breezy at this moment, while taking away the large basin, she continued: "This rice and noodles, the big boss won't sell them for hundreds of yuan a jin. If it wasn't for the Dragon Boat Festival, you wouldn't be able to buy them even if you wanted to."

After saying that, she looked at them again, vaguely with a bit of gloating:

"I see you ate a lot of noodles, this fried rice will probably have a lot left over later!"

"Oh! I said don't eat too much and don't drink too much, but no one believed me..."

Tsk tsk tsk, what a pity!

Master Jiang also came out to look:

"They didn't finish it, so we'll take it back, there is still a small fire in the pot, just bake it slowly. When the time comes, make it into mixed fried rice, and it will be fragrant when chewed!"

He arranged it to himself, and turned to ask Zhai Xiaofeng: "When they all get up later, you ask them, I'll make a noodle soup at night, paired with this fried rice as a midnight snack, do they eat it?"

Starch and starch, there are no other side dishes, it seems a bit simple, so I have to ask in advance.

Zhai Xiaofeng didn't even lift her head: "Does this still need to be asked? Smell that rice fragrance and everyone knows how to choose. Just do it!"

It's a pity, I can't use the Old Song family's new wheat flour to make noodle soup at night...

She was happy, and couldn't help but want to eat midnight snacks quickly.

In the troupe, Teacher Ning, who had just finished drinking white fungus soup, barely ate half a bowl of noodles, and originally had a small appetite, stood there, heartbroken as if she had missed another tail payment!

"That..."

She cleared her throat and added two more layers to her face:

"We will sing this opera until late at night, excuse me, is there a midnight snack?"

Oh my!

Master Jiang just remembered, but he doesn't work the night shift, so he just instructed: "Xiao Zhao, stew a pot of duck soup noodles at night."

Looking at the remaining fried rice again: "This is all leftovers, it's not appropriate for you to eat it, just leave it for our employees to eat themselves." ===== CHAPTER 1576 =====