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In the middle of the night, it began to rain in Rongcheng. At first, it was not very heavy, but it was only a light rain, but slowly a strong wind blew.

"Hula, hula"

The leaves of the big tree are messy by the wind, and many leaves fall down under the influence of the strong wind.

"It's raining and it's really cold." Moliere felt that the breath he exhaled was all white.

The alarm clock set at 6:30 in the morning, as soon as the alarm sounded, Moliere got up from the bed. Whether it was a cold glass or red wine yesterday, he was shocked to him. Even a little bit of white wine that I drank yesterday was very smooth Drinking into the mouth is soft and mellow, not at all like the spicy stimulation in Moliere's impression.

But together, he drank a small cup. Although there was an urge to kill the generous and generous self an hour ago, he could only swallow what he said.

So today Moliere got up early, one was to rush to breakfast, the other was to go to the draw, and he did not plan to call Dean together.

As for what Dean said he wanted to call him last night, Moliere said that he drank too much and his brain was too mixed up, and he didn't remember.

"Today I want to eat big hands and small hands, and the name of Huaxia's dishes is really interesting." To eat pig's trotters, Molière went back to do his homework and found an interesting trotter.

Big hands holding small hands, that is, braised chicken feet in pork dishes, this dish is available in Chef God's shop.

After quickly packing himself up, Moliere headed towards the Kitchen God Shop,

While Yuan Zhou was having breakfast at the airport, Mo Li mourned to Taoxi Road.

"Stomping"

The road is still a bit moist, but it does not affect Moliere ’s brisk pace. As soon as I think of a variety of delicious Chinese breakfasts that he does not know, the mood is very good, and he even hummed leisurely in the French countryside. Minor.

"It's dawn, I always feel that someone wants to grab my position."

As Moliere was getting closer and closer to the Kitchen God's shop, Wuhai woke up: "Yesterday's nightmare really scared me, and today I must eat more to comfort myself."

"Someone wanted to grab my position." Wuhai immediately slammed the carp and climbed up, put on a piece of clothing, and came here towards the slide, and saw the slow-moving Moliere.

In fact, it is still ten minutes before Wuhai's usual queue time, because Zhou Xi has not arrived yet and is on his way.

"Wow wow wow"

The speed of Wuhai is fast. The whole process from getting up to sliding down the slide takes very short time, but it takes only one minute for others to stand in front of the shop.

It was Moliere who was rushing away, but the person who rushed out almost didn't startle. He didn't have the consciousness of being robbed first. For him, as long as he could win the prize, it would be good to have breakfast.

Wu Hai took a serious look at the face of the person who wanted to grab his first place and found that he was a foreigner. After not knowing it, he turned around and stood in line to eat, and then saw the familiar white color.

"what!!"

Wuhai screamed loudly, and frightened the birds on the street trees next to them, fluttering away with flapping wings.

The leave request strip that has been wet by the rain, the number of days and reasons for the leave request are still clearly visible, Wuhai is simply unrequited.

"I still have a bottle of blueberry sauce, a bottle of cherry sauce, four days, one bottle a day is definitely not enough, then I can only eat half a bottle a day." Wu Hai squatted on the ground in autism, and then started on the mouth Mutter.

As a mature black beast, he has learned to pay for food, just to avoid starving to death in the days when Yuanzhou asks for leave.

Of course, what he hoarded was not his own food at all, but the friendship sponsored by Zhou Xi and Zheng Jiawei, and he ate up his own share when he got it.

"?" Moliere was standing behind Wuhai, scared enough by him, and his face was so dumb, he had no idea what happened.

A few steps forward, I saw some words written on a piece of white paper, but I didn't know what it was written at all. There were a series of Chinese characters on it. Moliere said that none of them knew.

"Um, what happened?" Moliere asked Wuhai.

"Oh, Yuanzhou asked for leave, four days." Wu Hai replied very emotionally.

"Oh, leave, what, leave!" Moliere couldn't keep her head nodding.

Say good to come and eat big hands and small hands the next day, now leave for a fart!

Depressed, Moliere didn't know what to do, so he squatted in the position learning Wuhai and planned to slowly.

When Zhou Xi came to see Lao Tuo squatting at the door, he immediately guessed what was happening. Most of it was Mr. Yuan who asked for leave. As expected, he saw the familiar leave request.

With the arrival of Zhou Xi, other diners also came slowly, and then saw a row of three crouching, and then greeted the bad news.

"I said how recently boss Yuan has been able to get new, so fast, and it's wine and food. I was waiting here."

"How do boss Yuan know these festivals? I really don't know if there are any festivals if they are written."

"I don't know what is wrong with boss Yuan. I have to ask for leave for so long."

"It seems that it is possible to enrich the purse again, and wait for Boss Yuan to come back and eat one more dish."

Everyone is more accustomed to the reaction. At the beginning, when I saw Yuanzhou asking for leave, I still felt that I was dying of life. Now, including Wuhai, I was shocked and calmed down. It's all the same.

Yin Ya came a little earlier in the morning to feed the three rice, then went to the second floor to see the snacks left by Yuanzhou.

There is a translucent storage box in the fresh-keeping room above the refrigerator. You can't clearly see what's inside. You can only see that it's packed well.

Open-Braised pork trotters, braised chicken feet, braised beef

"Is this a snack?" Yin Ya, who wanted to dying and struggle to lose weight, froze.

The shop here is quite harmonious, and on the other side Yuanzhou went to the direction of Qingjing Temple after eating a bowl of Wenling's special breakfast noodle paste with fritters.

Because he was about to leave at noon, Yuanzhou did not bring his suitcase with him, and left his luggage at the airport to travel lightly.

The route has been checked long ago. Yuanzhou ate breakfast and drove straight to Qingjing Temple. The driver was a man in his thirties with a black face and was very talkative.

When I heard Yuanzhou said that I was going to Qingjing Temple, I immediately opened up all kinds of allusions to Qingjing Temple. It was very lively and the car drove very steady.

The driver master was very interesting, and Yuanzhou heard it very well.

"Guests can go and see this newly built auditorium, but it was built by the King's donation, it looks very beautiful, and guests will definitely not lose money when they go to see it." The master's Mandarin has a strong Minnan accent, but fortunately it is quite easy .

"I will definitely see it, thank you." Yuanzhou thanked.

"For the guests, Qingjing Temple is a mosque, and Shangxiang is not acceptable. Guests should pay attention." The driver master watched the destination and reminded the last sentence.

Many people do not know these rules, so many drivers in Wenling will remind tourists to avoid misunderstandings.

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