"Wow, it's too fragrant, is this porridge?" The little sentence didn't even have time to say goodbye to the girlfriend, and it rushed straight.

"Well, porridge." Yuanzhou nodded.

"White porridge is so fragrant?" Xiaopeng looked at the porridge with a small bubble in the casserole, the rich rice scent, so he couldn't help but swallow.

This scent is too big for people to drink.

When the small pen was staring at it, Yuanzhou had already used the spoon to hold two bowls, one bowl for the small sentence, and one bowl for himself.

"Eat." Yuanzhou Road.

"Oh, good." The small sentence swallowed too much saliva in his mouth, and then sat down like a schoolboy, ready to eat.

The small sentence is a very polite person. This meal was made by Yuanzhou. Naturally, Yuanzhou should eat the first bite before he can eat it again.

Therefore, the small penalty eyes stared at Yuanzhou's mouth, so that Yuanzhou could not help but pick it up, picked up the bowl and covered it.

When I saw Yuanzhou picking up the bowl and eating it, the small sentence immediately took the bowl and opened it.

There is an old saying that is good, rather than people such as porridge can not be porridge and so on, this is to say that the porridge has to eat hot, and the hot porridge is naturally hot.

"Hey, hey, good soup, good soup." The sound of hot burning on the side of the sentence was distorted, and he couldn't help but chew a few times.

No way is really delicious, this small sentence is not to think of what is delicious before the porridge.

This porridge is about to boil the rice oil and scent it out. It is not only the scent that is sent into the mouth by the hot porridge, but also the oily aroma of the rice oil and the scent of the porridge itself.

"Ah," the small sentence is not afraid of hot, once again took a spoonful into the mouth.

This time the porridge is a little cold, and the small sentence can taste the taste well.

At the entrance of the porridge, the first thing I felt was not the hot, but the fragrant, and a faint and long-lasting rice scent went down the throat.

Then there is the mellow feeling of the rice porridge cooked, and with a feeling of some particles, I can't help but chew it.

The slender rice grains have been boiled at both ends, and there is only a little rice in the middle, with soft and soft toughness and elasticity, which is especially fragrant.

"咕咚" a small sentence swallowed the soft, sticky porridge in the mouth, and then a mouthful of aroma filled with a touch of sweetness.

Yes, there is aroma after the porridge is finished. It is the aroma of the rice that has just been chewed. The sweetness is naturally also the self-contained rice.

"It turns out that the Thai fragrant rice at home is so delicious. It is no wonder that those people buy it back a few pounds." Xiao Jing said with emotion.

Yes, the small sentence feels that although the Thai fragrant rice tastes good, but it has not gone to the country to bring rice, but now he understands, if I knew that this rice is so delicious, let him drink porridge every day, let alone Go abroad with a meter.

"Because I have a good cooking." Yuanzhou's faint statement.

"Right right, Yuan Cook, your cooking is very good." The small sentence nodded.

"There are dishes and food." Yuanzhou has two dishes on the table, don't forget.

"It's just that the light porridge is very satisfying, too happy, and there are dishes." The small sentence said that he looked forward to picking up a chopsticks hot and sour chicken.

This hot and sour chicken silk is used in the Thai lime to adjust the sour taste. Use a little peppermint to adjust the taste. As for the chili, it is the raw ice-cold iced water, and then add sugar and salt.

It tastes sour and delicious with a natural fruity aroma. Every taste is just right. With the smoothness of the chicken, you can eat two bowls of rice.

In fact, the small sentence did indeed do this. He was very shameless to grab a bowl of porridge from Yuanzhou. One person ate three bowls of porridge, a large plate of hot and sour chicken, and a half-plate of cold salad.

"Xiao Yuan, Yuan Chef, Yuan Shifu, your craft is also very good." Xiao Pen looked at the light of the pot light bowl, it is a little embarrassed.

"Thank you for complimenting." Yuanzhou responded.

"Not a compliment, is the truth, you are now my most admired person, how can someone cook so delicious!"

"It’s not what you said when you were rushing for food." Yuanzhou said coolly.

"Cough and cough, I am worried that you have too much diarrhea to eat too much." The small sentence said seriously.

"Oh." Yuanzhou did not look at him salty and not light, obviously not believe.

"Xiao Yuan, in fact, there is still a place, I think you should go and see." The criminal sentence turned very fast, and immediately thought of a good idea.

"What place?" Yuanzhou looked at the small sentence.

Xiaokudao: "Folding umbrella market, many tourists who come to Thailand will go."

Listening to this, Yuanzhou is not interested, because Yuanzhou has been to many Thai food markets, some big and small, even the roadside stalls have visited several.

“The folding umbrella market is different.” Xiaoken said: “It also has a name, called the railway market, which is built on both sides of the railway.”

In the railway market, Yuanzhou heard a familiar name. He asked: "What do you mean by the train that passes through the vegetable market six times a day?"

Xiaozhou solemnly nodded, Yuanzhou was a bit interested. This place he saw when he saw the news. This is the most dangerous vegetable market in the world. Because there are six trains every day, when they come, the booths on both sides should hurry. Packing up your own things, and then waiting for the train to go and put it back, it is really selling things with life.

It must be said that in this respect, perhaps only the Indians who climbed the train can compete with it.

Seeing Yuanzhou’s interest in the small sentence, he quickly said: “This time I drove in the past, I should have just seen the train passing by.”

When he left, Yuanzhou and the small sentence went to the railway market.

In fact, leading Yuanzhou to the railway market is not the purpose of small punishment. The purpose of small punishment is...

After getting on the bus, Xiao Chen said to Yuanzhou: "We can buy something by the way. At night, I also contribute the kitchen. Anyway, the things in Thailand, Xiao Yuan, you are not used to it."

"Isn't it going to eat the Beijing Roast Duck at night?" Yuanzhou had already planned it before frowning.

"The ducks in that family are not good, there is nothing new, there is no bright spot, very general, anyway, it is not worth going. The roast duck in Beijing is definitely going to Beijing." The punishment was smashed and then turned: " So it is better to do something at home."

The picture is poor, there is nothing wrong, eating something that Yuanzhou is doing is addictive, and still want to eat, so I beat my face hard, and said that the roast duck is very good in the morning, now it is not worth eating, in order to eat something is even My face is playing.

To put it bluntly, the Thai food Yuanzhou has almost tasted it, and there is still a bit of pain in the stomach. It is also very good to be able to eat what you have.

But the problem is coming. If the 67,000 ninety-nine is not consumed at night, the mission fails. So for the tribe, for the alliance, for the party and the country, the Beijing roast duck, must go to eat at night!

Yuanzhou smashed iron: "I want to know what the taste of Beijing roast duck is in Thailand, so the railway market can go, but things are not bought."

The criminal punishment plan fell through, and the face was frustrated. With a resentful and serious drive, it was time to look at Yuanzhou.

Fortunately, Yuanzhou is relatively immune to such eyes, and it is a person who has not been baptized by Wu.

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