Chapter 727 I'm in a good time on earth

   First, have a few mouthfuls of big white rice to press your heart.

   Take a few mouthfuls of white rice to cushion your stomach.

   Take a few more sips to soothe the liver.

   A few more bites...

   Before he could comfort the heart, liver, spleen, lung and kidney, Wang Feng's chopsticks were empty.

   A whole bowl of white rice is gone!

  This is not only a small bowl the size of a palm, but a large bowl with a diameter of nearly 20 centimeters! This is a very kind and generous bowl of rice. If it were any other day, Wang Feng wouldn't be able to finish it all.

   And now?

  Wang Feng has a question mark face.

   Don’t say anything, I haven’t eaten any food yet, after eating this bowl of white rice, my stomach doesn’t feel good at all.

   It seems that his ordinary little belly suddenly gained magical powers at this moment, opening a channel to a different dimension.

  Wang Feng looked at his wife's bowl.

   She is also eating white rice, so she doesn't even care about eating squirrel fish, and that same big bowl of rice is now half over...

   And the daughter and wife are almost identical!

  Wang Feng stroked his forehead and sighed.

   The meals in the Jiupin District and the Bapin District are indeed delicious, and they are indeed worthy of the evaluation of "dream-like", but they are not so exaggerated at all, okay?

   For example, last year, white rice was so delicious that people couldn't care about the experience of eating food. There is no such thing.

   suddenly remembered the post about the food inventory.

   "The best taste in the world!"

   Under the picture of a bowl of crystal white rice, the post owner said so.

When Wang Feng saw it at the time, he thought it was a bit exaggerated, although he had never eaten anything better than Dream City, and just from the pictures, Wang Feng felt that the post was mainly a master photographer or his camera. Or the phone with beauty.

   The picture should look much better than the real thing!

   At this time, Wang Feng looked at the bowl in front of his wife and the bowl in front of his daughter, and stared at it for a while.

   Then, as if he had just woken up from a dream, he took the bowl to the front.

   "Boss, another bowl!"

  The rice here is not just one pay and all you can eat.

   Another 800 yuan was taken away from Wang Feng's card.

   And this time, when he sat down, Wang Feng was no longer so anxious, but finally freed up a little bit of mind to look at the white rice in front of him up close.

   The grains are distinct and seem to be broken and connected.

   is like stone and jade, and it is also crystal clear.

   For a while, Wang Feng felt that any kind of beauty could be used to describe the white rice in front of him.

   And in the steaming heat, the unique "plain" aroma of white rice has really become "the best flavor in the world" after it is extremely rich!

   That is a good harvest.

   That is contentment.

  It was the golden ear of rice shining in the sun.

   It was the heavy rice ears that bent the waist of the rice stalks, swaying in the evening wind.

That is……

  All, at this moment, at this moment, converge into two words——

Moving.

   Breathing deeply, the emotion transformed from the fragrance impacted the internal organs. Wang Feng thought about a lot for a while, thinking about the rice fields, thinking about the earth, and inexplicably thinking about the vicissitudes of life.

   The vicissitudes of life, after several changes, the world is still this world.

  Wang Feng took out his phone and patted the bowl in front of him.

   He has neither angle nor dimming, nor any smart beauty. Then, in the album, he clicked on the photo he just took.

   is really so beautiful!

   So simple, yet so dazzling!

   on incoming previous posts.

  Wang Feng added this sentence under the picture: "I'm in a good time on earth."

   Then, hurry up to eat.

   But this time, before starting, he stood up, took a large piece of squirrel fish and put it into his daughter's bowl, then poured some soup, and then, in his wife's bowl, he did the same.

   Finally, it was his turn.

  The appearance of the fish is fried to a golden brown.

   But the golden color is very thin, and the chopsticks touched it lightly, and it broke open, and then the real white and jade-like texture came into his eyes.

  There is a comparison, and then there is a discovery.

   In contrast, Wang Feng discovered that the color and texture of white rice did not become dull because of it, but at this moment, it really only played the role of green leaves.

   is also white and also crystal clear.

   But one is just green leaves.

   On the other hand, the national beauty and heavenly fragrance.

  It looks like a national color.

   It smells like heavenly fragrance.

   It was at this moment that Wang Feng realized that incense and incense can be so different.

   is also a gluttonous fragrance. The fragrance of white rice has a natural simplicity in it, and the fragrance of this fish...In an instant, Wang Feng thought of water. The water is agile, as if it can wash the internal organs.

   Then, he just remembered—

   Refills for daughter and wife.

   To add food to daughter and wife.

   Refill meals and add vegetables to yourself.

   And apart from these short gaps, he has only one instinct left.

eat!

   In addition to eating, there is no other action, in addition to eating, there is no other words and evaluation.

   Finally, in the bowl and plate, the food was exhausted.

   "When the day of hoeing is noon, sweat drips down the soil. Who knows that the Chinese meal on the plate is hard work."

  Wang Feng had learned this poem when he was in school, and I don’t know if it is still in the current Chinese textbooks.

But the fact is, when he usually eats, although he will not be extravagant and wasteful, when he eats rice, he rarely eats "no grain left", and even more, sometimes, there is still a small half left. bowl.

   Of course it fell out.

  Modern, increasingly rich material life makes this level of small saving or small waste seem meaningless.

   If we insist on meaning, it may only be about saving itself, not material.

   But at this time, Wang Feng looked at the table.

   in his bowl, in his wife's bowl, in his daughter's bowl, and in the plate in the center of the table.

   Not a single grain is left.

   Not a drop left.

   There is no fish head, the store simply removed the decorative fish head, and instead fried what seemed to be lotus root starch into a shape similar to a fish head, which was equally delicious.

   So, there is nothing left in the same way.

   After reading his desk, Wang Feng looked at the entire store.

   Except for those who are eating and those who have just finished eating, the situation on the table is exactly the same as that of his table!

   There is absolutely nothing left!

   The two foreign friends on the adjacent side also put down the bowls and chopsticks at this moment. Of course, the bowls and plates are the same as clean.

   The little brother who looked like Germany actually brought the plate in front of him and licked it with his tongue.

   But this is in fact futile.

   The next moment, he put down the plate and gave a helpless smile to his companion who was sitting across from him.

   "Delicious! itisverydelicious! verydelicious!" Then, he said so.

   "yes, Iknow, Iknow! it\'ssoTasty!" his companion said immediately.

  Wang Feng was listening, an inexplicable smile appeared on his face.

  The same is true for foreign friends. What delicious food is eaten here in China is either Delicious or Tasty. Besides these, there seems to be nothing else.

  Perhaps, in their culture, there are not many words to praise food?

   Just like the desert country, there are not many words to describe and praise the ocean.

   But immediately, Wang Feng was stunned again.

   In the face of the food just now, the white rice and squirrel fish just now, if you want to describe it, you can only say delicious, in addition to saying delicious, and then add a very adjective before delicious and delicious...

   In addition to these, he seems to have a hard time finding other descriptions.

   Taste is speechless here.

   Maybe.

   As the post owner said, the world is the most delicious.

   Or as he said before, I am in a good time on earth.

  ——If it is not a good season, how can you meet such a delicious taste in the world?

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