"Slow down, don't squeeze."
"I, I, I have been waiting for a long time."
"It's like who you said didn't wait for such a long time."
There was a lot of noise in the queuing place under the stage, if it weren't for the waiters who were helping to maintain order, it would have been chaotic.
"Don't worry, there are so many here, everyone has a share, don't squeeze, the more you squeeze, the slower." A waiter was shouting, and the previous ones were useless, only the last sentence was useful.
Originally, they thought that everyone would share the order in the small bowl as before, but in the end they found that the bowl was a bit small, and they could only renew the bowls that specialize in rice from the restaurant.
However, it has also become a queuing mode, and some people who are behind the distribution like the previous one will not do it, so it is likely that they will not be able to take their turn, and they are also a little anxious.
These people in line are all looking at one direction with envy.
"Dad, it's delicious."
"Uncle, it's too late."
The four little children were all carrying a bowl of crystal clear egg fried rice, with big smiles on their small faces.
Three of them are millet grains, and there is a little fat girl. The little fat girl is not a person who recognizes birth. After Lu Wen made the egg fried rice, she ran over, although she didn't know Jingshui Loutai got the poem Yue first, but he understood the truth.
Lu Wen also served Yu Zhengyao and the others with some egg fried rice. After all, he made it. It must be the person who took care of him first. And so many, it must be enough, not enough, only some people eat less. That's it.
When most people started to eat with a bowl of crystal-clear egg fried rice, everyone's face showed a look of memory.
"mom."
Some people were muttering to themselves that they tasted their mother's taste from this bowl of egg fried rice, especially some middle-aged and elderly people, and tears fell from the corners of their eyes.
The winner even burst into tears in this public place.
How many years have passed since they came to this city to work hard, and how long have they not been back in a year, and since they grew up, they feel that the food their mothers used to make doesn't seem to be so delicious anymore.
But now they recalled the most delicious taste again. It turned out that it was not that the food made by their mother was not good, but that they had changed.
Mom's food is always the sweetest and warmest flavor.
There are still some elderly people whose mother's taste can only be in their memories, but now they seem to have tasted the taste of this childhood, how wonderful it is.
Seeing the actions of the people in the audience, Xiaomi Li asked curiously: "Dad, what happened to them?"
"They think of their mother." Lu Wen touched the little guy's head.
This time, the success of the egg fried rice is actually due to the millet grains. If there is no final appearance of the millet grains, there will be no such results. At the beginning, Lu Wen just prepared to cook them a meal, and it was just a meal. But with the appearance of millet grains, Lu Wen suddenly remembered when he was a child.
At that time, although the millet grains were very well-behaved, there were times when they were troublesome, but Lu Wen felt that the millet grains at that time were the angels God gave him, and they were the pillars for him to support.
And this is also the voice of all parents in the world. Children will always be their parents' angels.
"Rice misses my mother too." Xiao Mi Li turned his head to look at his mother, and said softly.
When Yu Zhengyao heard the words of Xiao Mi Li, a smile appeared on her face. The words of Xiao Mi Li were the biggest reward for her.
"But the food my mother cooks is awful." At this time, Xiao Mengmeng murmured from the side.
Cen Qingqing's face turned black, how her darling girls are so caring, her own is a black-hearted quilted jacket.
Xiao Mengmeng's words were unanimously agreed by the other two little guys.
"Yeah, my mother's food is awful, every time I don't want my mother to be sad before eating." Qi Xuerou nodded in agreement.
"Tutu is the same. The food my mother cooks is awful, but every time my father has to force it to finish the meal, my father is so good, and Tutu can't eat it anymore."
"Rice has never eaten mother's meal." Millet suddenly felt a little lost, and none of the rice has eaten mother's food.
Since Yu Zhengyao and Xiao Mi Li met, she has never had to worry about cooking. She has never cooked since she was a child, nor has she thought about it. Seeing the loss of Xiao Mi Li, she immediately wanted to say something.
But before she said what she said, she heard Lu Wen say: "Rice grains don't need to be sad, we should actually be happy. The food my mother cooks is actually awful, and my mother doesn't know how to cook."
Yu Zhengyao's face turned dark, and she said that, but she also refuted it at lunch.
"Next time I will cook rice for the rice." Yu Zhengyao made a decision in his heart.
Until the next, Lu Wen knew how much trouble his words caused him.
Not to mention them, both Tang Yushuang and Cen Qingqing stared at the two little guys with ill-faced expressions, thinking about some reason to clean them up, it was really annoying.
In their hearts, they must first find a reason to clean up Xiao Mengmeng, not to beat their children for no reason, this is not good for their children.
If Xiao Mengmeng and Qi Xuerou knew their mother's thoughts, they wouldn't know if they thought they had picked them up, or sent them for phone bills.
The two little guys, Xiao Mengmeng and Qi Xuerou, suddenly felt cold, and couldn't help but say, "Why is it so cold."
Everyone in the audience was immersed in the warmth brought to them by the egg fried rice, and both Master Zhang and Master Wang on the stage were shocked.
From this egg fried rice, they felt the flaws or shortcomings of their own cooking skills.
In this way, the simple egg fried rice can give them such a feeling, and it is the simplest ingredient, and there is no expensive thing.
They couldn't help but start to think about whether their path was wrong, whether it was too much to pursue the perfection of ingredients.
When they reacted and looked at the bowl empty, they were all thinking about eating a little bit, but when they looked at the pot, they found that there was not even a grain of rice left.
And when they looked down the stage, they found that many people had tears falling from the corners of their eyes, and their hearts were shaken even more.
None of their previous dishes have been able to achieve this level. This is to dig out the deepest touch in people's hearts.
"Where is Master Lu?" Master Zhang couldn't help but look at Lu Wen's place and found that there was no sign of him.
At this time, I have left here with someone, otherwise I won't be able to leave later.
"Uncle Lu is gone, but Uncle Lu said, this egg fried rice is called mother's rice." Tutu said in a tender voice.
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