Chapter 45 I ate the plate [please read]

Life is something that is boring most of the time, but it has to be faced.

The same goes for work. Resistance and dislike are all suppressed by need, just like a two-meter-old man bullying a five-meter-five girl.

When I wanted to resist, I found that jumping up would only hit the student's knees. As a last resort, I had no choice but to enjoy it.

Compared with those companies that use "fishing" as their slogan, and in fact, you will be stared at if you smoke, Sui Yuan is very convenient, and you can enjoy fishing in a real sense.

After all, if you can still get paid for being lazy, you are making money from your boss.

Although Song Ci doesn't like his boss that much anymore, he doesn't have any thoughts of resigning in the short term. He will first get a girlfriend and then run away.

This won't last long, nor will it be short. After all, relationships are uncontrollable and have many variables.

"I will cook a very special dish for you today." When lunch break was about to take place, the third brother mysteriously talked about today's dish with a mysterious look on his face.

It aroused everyone's curiosity, but he refused to say anything.

"You have it yourself!" Brother Ming looked at Lao Wang and then at Sister Ge: "Sister Ge doesn't have it!"

I think Ximen is also a kind-hearted person, but he is worried that those organizations will donate in person.

Fat Brother even said that if it was beef, he could help Brother Ming eat half of the pot, and then kneel down to sing I am a Samoyed.

Several people nodded.

"Beef." The third brother had no choice but to answer.

To be honest, he really didn't have any bad intentions.

If you really think about it, the third brother donated it and got some nutrition allowance.

Everyone reacted for several seconds.

"Actually, it's quite delicious!" Sister Ge smiled: "The large intestine sashimi last time was disgusting."

"It's mainly the third brother. He always likes to study some weird things. If he was cooking normally, he would have opened a restaurant long ago." Ming Ge grinned and tore off the tape.

Everyone wanted to know the answer, so the third brother had no choice but to point at Brother Ming with his chopsticks: "You will eat the pot later, and you will share it among yourselves."

He actually enjoyed the meal and pointed to the pot and shouted: "Eat it, it's very expensive! I sent a message to the boss this morning to ask for fresh beef, but I made a typo, so I gave this as a gift."

Holding his hand, he looked to see that the members from the last recruitment were still there, then he quietly put away his phone and continued chatting with everyone with a smile on his face.

A few minutes later.

grass!

It’s always a boast, who eats this?

After reflecting on why he was still vaguely looking forward to it, Song Ci felt that he was also a perverted person, actually looking forward to the hellish cuisine of his third brother Shengcao.

What a beef.

How did the third brother's brain grow? Why is it different from normal people?

The fat brother said he was bragging, but he was definitely not.

Beef, as if no one has ever tasted it, beef doesn’t taste like this at all.

I don’t even believe it myself.

Several people looked at him and didn't answer, which was the biggest problem because he couldn't say anything himself.

As the second eater, the boss also said it was delicious.

Lao Wang pointed at Sister Ge.

The people who sat down looked at the dishes in the pot. Song Ci asked Fat Brother: "Fat Brother, you are well-informed, what kind of meat is this?"

Song Ci: "."

"Whip flowers are still acceptable." Brother Wang said.

The things he wants to eat are different. Song Ci wants to eat something normal.

Several people looked at the big plate in his hand, and the expectation that first appeared on their faces turned into confusion and confusion. He had spent so much time on just a dry pot.

"This dish is a health-preserving dish. Eat more of it. It is good for both men and women." The third brother looked at several people except Song Ci and Sister Ge, including the boss.

A picture flashed through Song Ci's mind next door. The third brother was holding the pot in one hand and then swishing it in the other. The sluggish third brother continued to cook.

Several people:"."

Then Brother Ming was beaten up, and he was unable to fight back. Sister Ge used tape to seal his mouth.

Noticing the colorful watch on Song Ci's hand, Yuan Shao silently put down his sleeves and complained in his heart: Song Ci really holds a grudge.

After Song Ci got off work today, he didn't go looking for Tang Shi. Instead, he wandered on the street and rode a shared electric scooter to many places.

Fat Brother shook his head.

"Light a fire and eat right away." The third brother went to pick up the rice cooker.

The third brother usually orders the dishes for the day by himself, and then the food boss brings them over. The big refrigerator is full. The small kitchen is basically his territory, and no one interferes with what he does.

Song Ci: "."

If you don't know how to speak, speak less.

That's how eating is. Often you can't eat it if you know it, but you can eat it delicious if you don't know it. It's a bit pretentious. To put it nicely, it just can't pass the psychological level.

"Have you eaten?" Song Ci was surprised.

I can’t understand his original intention of making these strange foods, so that everyone can experience the daily life of primitive people? Or are he worried that he will live in the wild and not survive?

To be honest, Song Ci really couldn't understand it.

Several people didn't believe it at all.

"It's fresh, otherwise it won't taste good." Third brother added.

"That's right, even if she ate it, we didn't dare to eat it." Faced with Song Ci's disbelief, Lao Wang answered affirmatively.

Then came the nests of grass one after another.

In the company, Sister Ge and Song Ci are more normal. They are both dishonest people, especially Lao Wang. They have to pay tribute for a month in order to gain peace.

The words "Fresh Niubi" are like thunder, deafening, and inspiring.

Song Ci:??

As soon as he finished speaking, the third brother came out with a plate.

After chewing for a few mouthfuls, everyone noticed the change in Fat Brother's expression, from feeling like death to feeling good, to tasting quite good, it was like a chemical reaction.

How about Yuan Shao being the boss? The first person to react was to say something stupid.

If the spoon is in the hands of the boss, he can eat delicious food. If the spoon is in the boss's hand, it won't taste good. The cooking skills of the third brother are obvious to all, even though he comes from a family of veterinarians.

ape.

Several people also nodded.

Song Ci asked curiously: "Third brother, what is this?"

After finishing the meal and sitting down, the third brother raised his eyebrows and asked, "Isn't it good?"

Holding the chopsticks and pointing at the pot, Fat Brother said doubtfully: "This is a very new thing. I have never tried it before, but it is chewy, crisp and refreshing, and has an endless aftertaste."

Everyone who has entered the stock market has lost money and has a common theme. Song Ci, who is not a stock marketer, has no losses and has no common theme with them.

When he entered the small kitchen, he closed the door, and his sneaky appearance made everyone more curious.

The boss also came out to chat with everyone, and gave them several kilograms of melon seeds. Each of them shared a lot. While eating melon seeds, he talked about the past of the third brother.

He can actually identify girls by their colors, whether they are new to the world or experienced in the battlefield, but they are all flesh, so he can't tell.

Swallow it as if it were death.

"Wocao, why did it take so long to cook today?" Fat Brother almost got angry after eating melon seeds, and Third Brother hasn't come out yet.

Song Ci: "."

After flipping through it with his chopsticks, he felt that there was nothing wrong with it. He looked at Song Ci again and said, "Remember to take good care of my seventh uncle and grandpa."

"Old turtle soup is also good."

"You have already said the answer yourself!" Third brother picked up the rice.

Song Ci was speechless.

Answer: What a great comparison!

Holding the bowl and chopsticks, Song Ci didn't know what to do. He ate until he couldn't get up and down, and when he ate again, he couldn't eat it. He stopped eating, and his stomach couldn't get up and down.

When the third brother arrived with a big rice cooker, everyone started to eat.

"Every time it's so mysterious, there will be unexpected ingredients." Fat Brother looked at the small kitchen and continued: "Last time it was spicy tadpoles."

vomit!

"It's not what you think. It's a tadpole that doesn't know how to find its mother, the kind in the river." Fat Brother saw that Song Ci's face turned green and knew that he must have thought wrong.
To be continued...