Chapter 324: What's the big deal about telling a little lie? It's unlikely someone will actually die.
Huangmao looked back.
I saw a middle-aged woman wiping her tears, holding a basket full of yellow chrysanthemums in her hand.
Damn it!
No way, is it necessary to roll it like this just for a bowl of noodles???
"Uncle, I'm here to see my grandfather off for the last time." The middle-aged woman sobbed.
Lao Zhou quickly made way.
"Okay, okay, please come in."
Huangmao looked at the middle-aged woman's receding back and felt sick all over.
???
No, what the hell are you???
You can't even notice such obviously bad acting. You should probably change your reading glasses!
Not only Huangmao, but the crowd behind him also became agitated.
"Fuck, this is also possible?"
"I learned it!"
Everyone whispered to each other for a while, and then with a "crash", most of the team dispersed.
The few who were still hesitant left in shame after seeing this scene.
Lao Zhou shook his head, closed the door of the security room, and prepared to continue his "eyes-opening and eyes-closing method".
"These days, people are really crazy just for a bowl of noodles."
He mumbled, closing his eyes.
Just snored lightly.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
The door of the security room was knocked loudly.
Old Zhou sat up with a start and almost fell off his chair.
He rubbed his eyes and looked through the window.
Good heavens, it’s not a hearse.
Another group of people is coming!
Several of them were holding bouquets of flowers or carrying wreaths, and one boy was even dressed in mourning clothes!
"Master, we are here for a funeral!"
It is said that colleagues are the best teachers, and this statement is true no matter where it is applied!
Just learn it, I’ll learn whatever others do!
“Come in, come in!”
Old Zhou was yawning, his eyes filled with tears.
It turns out that this wave of deceased people were all from large families, and there were quite a lot of relatives who came.
So filial!
…
Ten meters away.
"Xiao Fan, is this okay?"
The companion next to him lowered his voice, holding a bunch of wilted chrysanthemums in his hand, with the words "deeply mourned" written crookedly on the flower basket.
"If we sneak in like this, will we be kicked out?"
"What are you afraid of?" Xiao Fan pinched his thigh, trying to make himself look a little sad.
"Look at those guys up ahead, haven't they gotten in? We need a strategy, understand?"
As he was speaking, he saw a woman wearing glasses stop at the door of the security booth.
He cleared his throat and began to recite the eulogy in a moving voice.
"Dear uncle, you passed away so suddenly. Our whole family is immersed in grief..."
While carrying her on her back, she secretly glanced at Lao Zhou at the door. Seeing that he didn't stop her, she quickly quickened her pace and slipped in.
"Did you see that?" Xiao Fan nudged his companion. "They've even prepared a eulogy. We should learn from them."
"But we don't even know the deceased's name, how can we make it up?"
"You idiot, you idiot, don't worry about anything else. When he asks you, just cry, cry, don't say anything. Quick, put the eye drops in!"
The companion nodded, took a deep breath, and followed Xiaofan inside.
After a haunted house howling.
The two of them got away with it.
As soon as he turned the corner of the corridor, Xiao Fan couldn't help laughing, "See? I told you I could get in!"
But his companion was still a little worried, "Isn't it a bit unethical for us to do this?"
"What's wrong with morality? We're here for the food, not to do anything bad. Besides, look at those people in front, haven't they sneaked in?"
Well, it’s okay to tell a little lie just to get more noodles. It’s not like someone will really die.
…
At six o'clock, the canteen officially opens.
At the fried rice stall, Chef Kong was like a salted fish, scrolling through his phone and laughing from time to time.
I also want to be a salted fish.
Su Chen expressed envy of Master Kong's relaxed working environment.
He was busy all morning without stopping.
The shanks and chicken racks had to be used to make the soup base, and the rice noodles had to be steamed and cut one by one. Fortunately, Butler Ding was there. If he were alone, he would have been exhausted in front of the stove.
"Brother Su, I'm busy. Is there anything I can help you with?"
Master Kong looked up and saw Su Chen and immediately greeted him.
Oh, when will I be able to have superb cooking skills like him?
He saw it clearly yesterday. Those diners were really obsessed with this powder and almost started a quarrel.
If he could reach this level, it would probably be the peak of his life.
Master Kong was secretly envious.
at the same time.
The cries for steamed buns, fried dough sticks, and porridge that usually filled the cafeteria at this time have completely disappeared.
My colleagues at the stall are quite self-aware.
Since it's just howling in vain, what's the point of howling?
It’s better to save some energy and take a nap to recharge your energy.
At the rice noodle window, people have already started queuing up.
Su Chen stood behind the stove and shook the colander in his hand. The snow-white rice noodles slid into the boiling water like little fish, and after rolling a few times, they became crystal clear.
With another flick of his wrist, he scooped up the rice noodles, drained the water, and dropped them into a bowl that had already been filled with lard, red oil, and garlic water.
"Uncle Ding, add the whistle."
Butler Ding took the big bowl and scooped up the meat with a spoon. The golden and crispy diced meat fell on the rice noodles like rain.
Add some pickled radish cubes and a few fried peanuts, sprinkle them on top, and then open the lid of the pot.
The broth was bubbling, with a few slices of ginger floating on the milky white soup. The essence of the leg bones and chicken racks were all boiled into the soup.
With a splash of hot soup, the whole bowl of noodles instantly comes alive. When you smell it, it’s so fragrant that it’s to die for!
"Your crispy noodles are ready, eat them while they're hot!"
Butler Ding collected the meal ticket and handed the bowl out.
Many people came to the cafeteria one after another.
The sounds of slurping and chewing mixed together, and everyone was concentrating on eating with gusto.
Xiaofan and his companions found a corner and sat down.
Pick up a piece with chopsticks and put it in your mouth. The crispy fragrance and the smoothness of the rice noodles linger between your lips and teeth.
Moreover, this crisp whistle is completely different from the oil residue.
The dregs of fat are the residue left over from refining suet, and have a simple and dry taste. On the other hand, crispy shao is evenly fat-and-lean, crispy and fragrant, a world of difference.
Xiao Fan was so satisfied with the meal that he couldn't help but close his eyes and surrender to the delicious food.
Because he ate too fast, he accidentally choked and drank the soup in gulps.
The broth made from leg bones and chicken racks is already fresh and fragrant, and after Su Chen slightly adjusted the taste, it became even more astonishingly fresh.
The companion sitting opposite looked at Xiaofan and thought that the way he drank the soup was really a waste of food.
He could only shake his head helplessly, pick up his own portion and take a small sip.
Wow!
Comfortable from the inside out, fresh and fragrant from top to bottom!
After eating the crispy whistle powder, no emperor can compare to me!
It's worth it, this lie is really worth it...
The two were eating happily when they suddenly heard someone muttering next to them.
"Hey, I heard a few people sneaked in today to eat noodles, and the staff are checking them out..."
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(End of this chapter)
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