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After closing the door, Jing Xiu quickly came over to take over, pushed the dining cart to the side of the coffee table, and placed it on the table.
Zong Hang sat on the sofa, a little nervous.
Starting last night, he no longer fell asleep unconsciously, and Jing Xiu did not release water to him. Instead, he fed him water.
I have been soaking in water for so many days, and I suddenly drank it into my stomach, and I felt a little mixed with emotion.
Yi Xiao looked at him finishing drinking and said, "Start eat tomorrow."
Zong Hang had already known from Jing Xiu that a series of "solid skin and flesh can move around and eat" that were like a tribulation. After hearing Yi Xiao say this, he suddenly became excited: "Is it okay to have a meal?"
He felt that he was suffering from a serious illness, so he hoped to hear someone say to him, you are already cured.
But Yi Xiao looked at him and smiled slightly: "Do you think eating is a very simple thing?"
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Since childhood, I have eaten tens of thousands of meals. When I was so nervous, I was sweating on my back just by looking at Tang Tang Wanwan.
Yi Xiao dragged a stool over, sat opposite him, and signaled the porridge bowl: "Drink porridge first."
Zong Hang brought the porridge bowl over and took two sets of tableware, divided into public and private tableware, picked up food by public chopsticks, and tasted it by private chopsticks. In this way, Jing Xiu and Yi Xiao could eat whatever they wanted later, and it would not be the ones left after he was drooling.
This porridge is made in Hong Kong style, with beef porridge.
He scooped a spoonful and drank it. This spoon contained egg flowers and beef pellets.
After drinking, he sat still and stopped until Yi Xiao nodded.
The well sleeve on the side quickly looked on the paper in her hand: the head was densely written on all kinds of meals, and she ticked the beef, eggs, rice, and onions and ginger, and her hands were shaking a little.
The porridge was removed, followed by the noodles, which contained bean sprouts, green vegetables, and black fungus.
Zong Hang tasted it one by one, and there were a few more hooks on the paper on the well sleeve.
The noodles were served, followed by chicken, braised pork, and mutton soup.
I tasted one or two bites of each, and the side dishes were not missed. It was a bit like Empress Dowager Cixi's Manchu and Han chess, and it was like the exams in her student days. After multiple-choice questions, it was filled in the blanks, and after filling in the blanks, it was reading. You don't know which item you would fall into.
Fortunately, it's still smooth so far.
Not only is it smooth, but it also has a little appetite. After all, I haven’t tasted the dishes made from oil, salt, sauce and vinegar for a while. Moreover, the hotel chefs’ skills are good, and they are all above the average line. As I eat, Zong Hang will comment, such as “This dish is quite fresh” and “This meat is a little firewood”.
The next dish is steamed fish.
Zong Hang picked up a chopstick on the fish's belly, put it into his mouth and chewed it slowly, and then nodded: "This is good, but there are a bit of thorns. You should... when you eat it..."
Halfway through the conversation, he suddenly retching, and the chopsticks took off his hands, and from his neck to his face, it was as red as shrimps.
He tried his best to grab his throat with both hands, rolled to the ground, and struggled constantly.
Jing Xiu was so scared that his lips were bloodless. He wanted to go forward to help him. Yi Xiao shouted sternly: "Don't worry about him!"
She stared at Zong Hang.
He struggled to get up, and blood vessels were bulging on his face and hands, and the color was turbid and dark.
Yi Xiao murmured: "It's also a defective product."
...
I don’t know how long it took, Zong Hang finally stood up with his legs on his desk, lowered his head, and watched the terrifying blood vessels on his hands gradually fading away.
When she looked up at Yi Xiao, she motioned to the coffee table: "Stay trying the next one."
Chapter completed!