MTL - Attack Stream of Life-Chapter 71

"We want millet porridge."

"Do you want a large portion or a small portion?" Facing a row of scrawny guests, Qing Chuan was still smiling, very calm, and his attitude was the same.

They looked at each other and discussed, "One large portion and eight small portions."

"Okay, please wait."

A group of people found a corner and sat down, then raised their heads and looked around.

Nine of them are members of an anorexia self-rescue society, because a team member's strong recommendation appears here.

To be honest, everyone is used to this kind of deliberate onlookers. Since I got anorexia, my body refuses food, I feel nausea and retching when I see it, so I lose weight every day, psychotherapy, physical therapy and even chemical therapy, All are being tried with little success.

Eating is no longer a pleasure, but a torture necessary for survival.

So once there is a food they can eat, they will be madly Amway, this time too. I hope the food here can make at least three or four of them eat smoothly.

The bistro is now full of people, and if any guests come over, they can only eat around the long cabinet.

And the guests are very patient. It takes patience to eat and drink in this bistro, and the delicious food is worth the wait.

"The millet porridge is ready."

Nine bowls of millet porridge are placed on a wooden tray, with a total of 18 soy sauce dishes, each of which is different. Caviar, white mashed garlic, brown shredded pork... Just looking at it, I feel full of sincerity, as if I can immediately accept the sincerity from the chef.

In front of the nine people in the small corner, there was a bowl of millet porridge and side dishes.

"Smells very warm." A young girl who looked the youngest lowered her head and sniffed, "I don't hate this smell, it's very light, not nauseating, I think I can accept it This taste."

"I'll give it a try." Another person seemed to have made up his mind. He closed his eyes and spooned a spoonful of slightly hot millet porridge into his mouth. The others stared at him, looked at him, until the man's throat moved and swallowed.

"How is it?" Someone asked him eagerly.

"Very good." said the man who took the first bite, his bloodshot eyes now shining like stars, "My stomach has never felt so Luckily, it didn't send a refusal signal, and I could eat the whole bowl."

He really started to eat the porridge left in the bowl, the millet porridge had no taste at all, but after eating it, it was like a severe winter environment and got a stove, very warm, very warm, very warm Happiness, the happiness of eating.

I haven't had such a strong desire to eat in more than four years.

The people in the corner ate the porridge quietly one by one. After eating the porridge, they began to eat vegetables bit by bit. Although they stopped talking, the happiness on their faces was audible.

Before they packed up the dishes and left, they ran over to express their thanks to Qingchuan, who was busy, "Thank you very much, for making such delicious food, we will introduce more people to come here. The millet porridge is very good. Delicious, the little boss's cooking is super good."

Qingchuan accepted their thanks calmly, although the deliciousness of the food is due to the high quality of its own ingredients on the one hand, but also to his skills and intentions on the other hand.

Millet porridge itself is a very nutritious and digestible food, and the water he uses to cook the porridge is also special, soft spring water transported from deep mountains.

Millet porridge also has a little aroma of red dates, you may not smell it, but this little aroma can arouse appetite, and the nutrients of red dates are also well integrated into the bland and tasteless of millet porridge, making it a sweet aftertaste.

Body and spirit, then rubbing face and continuing to work overtime.

Although it is very cheap food, but the degree of care is the same, the stomach is the most sincere feeling of the food, the body knows what is good and what is not good. Recently, there has been a group of customers who regularly come to drink porridge. Simple ingredients can make very delicious and nutritious food as long as they are careful.

Every time he sees guests leaving the bistro with satisfaction and happiness, as a chef and manager, he will also have a touch of joy in his heart.

Food is supposed to be that simple.

There is about a two-hour break between dinner and supper.

Qing Chuan hung a resting sign on the door, went to the small room upstairs, twisted his neck and arms, and lay on the bed without an image. Even if it is a knife, standing there for several hours will still feel uncomfortable.

"When you are doing business, you smile like a warm baby in winter, that gentle and lovable little male god. As soon as the door is closed, the original shape is revealed, and it becomes a sloppy man in seconds."

"Who opens the door and does business like this? Let customers enjoy the most attentive service. Keep smiling, treat troublesome customers calmly, be tolerant to picky customers, and try to take care of every customer as much as possible. Personal emotions, this is the most basic quality in the service industry. Once I put on my uniform and stand there, I am the store manager of this store, but now, I am Qingchuan.”

"The me at work, and the me at ordinary times, you should treat me as two people."

Qingchuan always has a bunch of big truths, the system can't tell him.

Fortunately, this is only a small store. If it is a big store, how can he manage it alone? On the other hand, he didn't like strangers staying in his private space. In essence, Qingchuan was a very xenophobic person, and he was always wary of unfamiliar things, even strangers.

Lie for fifteen minutes, not much, not much, Qingchuan charged up, bounced off the bed, and looked at his face in the full-length mirror.

"The hair is not long, the nails are not long, and it will return to its original shape after a second of injury. If it is a human, it is obviously abnormal. ?"

When he thinks that others are tall swords, swords and spirits, he is a relatively ordinary kitchen knife.

Seems to understand why the original owner can't wait to leave.

"System, did the original owner know the future development and didn't want to play before leaving?"

"Yeah."

"How should it have developed? How exactly?"

"You only thought of asking this question? I've waited for you for so long, and I've waited for it. The first thing other hosts do when they travel is to understand the plot. You just remembered and cared about it now?"

down development.

The system just wanted to wait for the host to ask, but I didn't expect to wait for hundreds of years.

How many hundreds of years can Tongsheng have?

"When did I say I should care about the plot? I asked about the development after the original owner. Isn't the plot the life of others, I even insist on my own life carefully, how can there be that? Kung Fu cares about the love and hatred of others? Is it not good-looking? Is the food not delicious? Or is life too boring?"

Oh, yes, he didn't mention the plot at all. The system's desire to talk was pressed in its throat, and after holding it for hundreds of years, it couldn't hold it any longer.

"I'll tell you if you don't ask me! You just know that this is a human protagonist No. 1 and a demon protagonist No. 2 killing and falling in love, fighting against another big boss together, and then building a harmonious symbiosis of human monsters and happiness. The story of life, do you know who is the human protagonist? Who is the demon protagonist? Who is the big boss? How do they kill each other and love each other? How do they fight an enemy together? How to build a harmonious life?

Seeing the system gushing endlessly, Qingchuan was silent.

Qingchuan: I usually don't care too much about the system, what is this kid doing?

"Come on, sit down, I'll tell you the story." The system was in high spirits.

It turned into a knife that couldn't move or speak.

Qingchuan refused, "However, I just want to know the story of the original owner."

"Buy one get one free."

"I remembered that I had to prepare the ingredients for supper, so I said goodbye." Qing Chuan grabbed the chef's uniform and left, the system hurriedly caught up, and said while chasing.

"Aren't you going to make fried dumplings for supper? It doesn't matter, you wrap it while I'm talking, so you don't waste your time."

The system did not allow him to refuse, so he began to speak.

From the historical origin of the two protagonists, the ancestor of the human protagonist is the one who sealed the big demon. The ancestor and the big demon are still confidantes and friends. According to the whole plot, there are vague signs of beyond friendship between the two of them, but for the stability of human society, the ancestors of the protagonist still say that the seal is sealed, which is quite hardcore.

So the first thing this big monster does when he goes out is to find the protagonist, the descendant, to settle accounts. Unexpectedly, they signed a contract that cannot hurt each other. Then the protagonist is seven or eight similar to his ancestors, facing this face, the monster is really love-hate and hard to let go.

In this context, the story begins...

These humans, monsters, can you heal? Do you have any other hobbies besides dating? If this is not good, you can change it. It's a big deal to keep thinking about the failure of a crush for a thousand years.

How many first loves have results?

Qing Chuan sighed inwardly as he kneaded the dough, why he couldn't think about it, and wanted to ask the follow-up development of the original owner of the system, this has changed people, he is the one who is leaving. No one can give him advice on how to go, neither can the plot, nor can the original owner.

Everyone knows that this tavern does not welcome alcoholic guests. If you want to get drunk, you will consciously avoid this tavern, but occasionally you will come over when you want to talk to someone, Qingchuan is really kind and gentle when he works, and he doesn't spread rumors.

"It's really annoying."

The drinking guest slowly exhaled a sigh of relief, "I work overtime every day, and I have missed my wife's birthday three times. Even if she didn't say anything, I feel guilty. My mother is because we have no children. I've always wanted us to get a divorce, and I don't want a divorce anyway, but I don't know how to face my mother."

As the guest spoke, Qingchuan rubbed the glass and listened quietly.

Many people come to him not because they can get clever answers, but just to find a quiet listener.

"Perhaps in the mother's view, life is complete with children, and she has no old age of her own, so she places all her hopes on her grandchildren. If she can be like the old lady next door, After dinner every day, I would happily go out and dance. I could find fun even on a rest day. It would be great to go on a trip with a group of people. I have spent the first half of my life on my father and me, and I have to spend the rest of my time. Isn't it too pitiful to spend it on grandchildren."

He sighed and continued, "Maybe that's why she doesn't like my wife, my wife is the same as me who goes out early and returns to work late, and the housework is all over the place. We shared it, and even though we didn’t have children, we always had fun together. My mother felt that life was worthless if a woman couldn’t have children.”

The man said to himself, he drank three glasses of spirits, and was already a little drunk, "What if I compromise. She is not satisfied with my wife, she always There is a place to find dissatisfaction, and there will be constant disputes at home. I seem to be able to foresee all of this. Maybe I shouldn't know too much, so I can be a good son who pleases my mother. "

"My wife is already very unhappy, and all this has affected her life. I am going to sign up for a tour group for my mother, do you think it will be useful? ... I hope she can meet some reliable people Friends. In short, I will not divorce anyway, and if things go that far, I will probably choose to adopt a child."

He made up his mind, and Qingchuan was also happy for him, "A bowl of hangover tea, drink it. Go home as soon as you finish drinking, I wanted to go to bed earlier."

"Thanks, I feel much more comfortable now. Does it matter if the car is parked at the door? I probably need to take a taxi back now."

"It doesn't matter, go back and be safe on the road."

He finally sent off the last guest and was about to close the door.

"Hello, may I have some hot water?" A scrawny old man with a white washed blue turban around his head, carrying a pocket of plastic bottles and garbage on his back Bag, this is an old scavenger.

"I can buy it." As she said, she took out a cloth pocket and carefully took out a coin.

The old man looked very uneasy and timid. If it wasn't for his tavern nearby, she would not want to approach.

"Come in. You can buy a lot of things for one dollar." Qing Chuan said with a smile, there was a warmth in his smile.

He carefully opened the tables on both sides, led her in, sat on the seat, then took a dollar from her hand, and brought a bowl of millet porridge, which was sprinkled with many vegetables Steamed lion head in gravy. It was all piping hot and had a pleasantly delicious aroma.

"I only have a dollar." The old man was even more disturbed.

"Only one dollar." The little boss continued to wipe his wine glass quietly.

"Too many."

"Not much, it's all left over, and it will be broken tomorrow."

The old man seemed to accept this explanation. She carefully placed the cold steamed buns in her arms. The amount of porridge and meat **** was sufficient, enough for her to eat.

I don't know if it's because my stomach is very eager for steaming food. After drinking a bowl of porridge, the old man felt that his whole body was warmed up. grains of millet.

The millet porridge has a little sweetness, a very fragrant millet taste, and a little sweetness and fragrance of red dates.

The old man feels like he has returned to his childhood, when the conditions were not good enough to afford meat, millet porridge is the best and most nourishing tonic, it is the warmest taste in memory.

The millet porridge she tried to make by herself did not have the taste of the millet porridge made by her mother in memory. After many years, she once again ate such warm millet porridge.

"Is there any red dates in the millet porridge?" She couldn't help but ask.

Qing Chuan nodded.

It turned out to be like this, my mother secretly added red dates, which is a very luxurious thing in my memory, probably afraid of the elders being angry, so I deliberately made it invisible, only when I was eating can I find it There is a little clue, so she has never been able to make the taste of her mother. Her millet porridge is only millet.

There is also a plate of meatballs on the table, brown round meatballs, green light green dark green vegetables, reddish-brown gravy, even if you look at it, you can feel the visual enjoyment.

The meatballs are fragrant and soft and glutinous, the vegetables are cooked very refreshing, the gravy is fragrant and fragrant, and the stomach that has been soothed by the millet porridge has well accepted these foods.

Qing Chuan did not speak, quietly doing his own thing, it was almost eleven o'clock, it was getting darker and darker outside, but the room was getting warmer and warmer.

It makes the old man feel good and has a sense of being respected.

The old man ate well, put the tableware and chopsticks in order, and pushed the chair back to its original position.

"Except for the 15th day of the first day, the tavern is open until 10:30 every day." Qingchuan reminded her.

Although he didn't say anything else, the old man could feel the kindness very much. He was inviting her to come over every day for such a sumptuous dinner for one dollar. Where can such a dollar supper? Although she doesn't eat out often, she knows the price of food to some extent, even the price of food has gone up.

"You are such a good person." The old man said, "I have been in this city for four years, and every day I think about going home and thinking of the people from my hometown. This place is different from my home, although they all dress well. Good food, good stay, but no smile on my face. I'm going home tomorrow, today is the last night. I didn't expect to eat such delicious millet porridge and meatballs. You are so handsome, man Well, good people will definitely be rewarded."

The wrinkles on the old man's face stretched out, and he left the tavern with a happy mood.

The gray-blue shadow of the city left by the city seems to open a small door in the corner, and the door emits a warm orange light. A well-groomed little chef can make delicious millet porridge and has a warm smile.