After buying clothes, it was almost time for dinner. Zhang Zhong originally wanted to take Pengpeng to a restaurant for lunch in the mall, but after looking around, there was no store that interested him. The most important thing was that he was interested in these stores.
He has never eaten it, so he is not willing to do the lottery.
With the idea of taking Pengpeng to have a good meal, Zhang Zhong took Pengpeng to a restaurant called Bashu Linjiang in the snack street.
This restaurant has been open in the snack street for at least six or seven years. It is naturally unique that it can be a restaurant that has not closed down for so many years.
This restaurant specializes in Sichuan cuisine, but Zhang Zhong thinks he can only give it a six- or seven-point rating as to whether it is authentic or not.
There are so many types of Sichuan cuisine and the tastes are so complex that even Bashu people dare not see a dish and say whether it is authentic Sichuan cuisine.
For a simple dish like twice-cooked pork, there are many details in the production process.
The reason why Zhang Zhong said that this Sichuan cuisine is not too authentic is because the boss has made some improvements to cater to the tastes of local people, and the restaurant also has many other vegetables besides Sichuan cuisine.
Zhang Zhong feels that there is nothing wrong with giving up tradition to cater to the market. As long as it tastes good, it is right. It doesn't make much sense to have to worry about whether food is authentic or not. Deliciousness is the last word. After all, even if it is authentic Sichuan cuisine,
It was also improved step by step.
After entering the store, Zhang Zhong ordered a piece of dandan noodles and a piece of twice-cooked pork for himself, while he ordered a piece of caviar flower petal rice balls and a steamed egg for Peng Peng.
Caviar petal rice balls do not have flower petals inside, but the rice balls are made into the shape of petals. The main ingredient is rice, which also contains shrimp skin, diced carrots, cooked peas, and of course caviar.
This dish is very suitable for children. The rice balls are soft and glutinous, and you can taste the sweet smell of peas and carrots in your mouth. Coupled with the slightly salty caviar, the taste is rich but not entangled.
Of course, the key is that this dish is rich in nutrients, which is why Zhang Zhong ordered it for Peng Peng.
"Wow, so beautiful."
Exquisite delicacies must first impress diners with their appearance. Pengpeng couldn't bear to start with the spoon, but the glutton in her body forced her to reach out to the rice balls.
It can be seen that Pengpeng likes to eat petal rice balls very much. The small rice balls were quickly eaten by her, while the steamed egg next to it did not move much.
After finishing the rice ball, the little girl looked at the dandan noodles in front of Zhang Zhong.
"Dad, does your noodle taste good?"
Zhang Zhong smiled, picked up two shorter noodles with chopsticks and brought them to Peng Peng's mouth, "Try them."
For Pengpeng, there was no reason to push the food away when it reached her mouth. She sucked two noodles into her mouth with one opening.
As soon as she had it in her mouth, the little girl's eyes widened, but she was reluctant to spit the noodles out, so she chewed a few mouthfuls and swallowed them.
Only then did she fan her mouth with her little hands, "Wow, it feels so numb."
People often have misunderstandings about Bashu cuisine, thinking that it is mainly spicy. In fact, it is not. When it comes to spiciness, Hunan and Guizhou provinces are more spicy, and the characteristic of Bashu cuisine is numbing.
Isn’t there a saying that people from Bashu are not afraid of spicy food, people from southern Hunan are not afraid of spicy food, and people from Qiangui are not afraid of spicy food. It’s clear who loves spicy food more.
Zhang Zhong brought the lemonade to Pengpeng's mouth, and Pengpeng drank two big sips. The numbness in his mouth was slightly better.
"Dad, you are so powerful, you can even eat so much."
Little flattery!
After lunch, Zhang Zhong took Pengpeng to the amusement park to play for a while and then set off home.
At around seven o'clock in the evening, Pengpeng fell asleep in Zhang Zhong's arms while watching cartoons.
Next to her, Hu Huifang said with a smile, "Our Pengpeng family sometimes gets tired from playing."
After taking Pengpeng back to his room to sleep, Zhang Zhong kissed his chubby little face and went back to his room to start working.
The new book is only halfway through progress. Although he is not in a hurry, he still wants to catch up on the progress in his spare time.
When he worked until eleven o'clock in the evening, he turned off the computer and went to bed.
The next day, Zhang Zhong still took Pengpeng to Mengmu's Xiaozhu to learn painting, and took her home after the class was over.
Time passed slowly, until it was time to publish the manuscript on the 10th. At 11 o'clock in the morning, Zhang Zhong's mobile phone received information from the bank, and the amount of the transfer was 145,600.
After sending Pengpeng to school in the afternoon, he first went to the bank to withdraw 30,000 yuan in cash, and then went to a mobile phone store to buy a smartphone.
I spent 5,000 yuan on the phone, and after buying it, I downloaded all the software I could use.
The first one to download was Weiyu. His Weiyu account now has nearly one million fans. Of course, it cannot be compared with those big bloggers who often have tens of millions or hundreds of millions of fans, but he still has some of his own fans.
Already.
There is only one update on the account so far, which is "Chameleon" posted before.
When he has time in the future, he can post other things. Of course he is not willing to let go of such a good operating platform.
After posting the WeChat message, he downloaded WeChat again and found his previous account. There were some unread messages, but he didn't reply to them. He didn't want to catch up with those classmates just yet.
After doing all this, he switched back to Weiyu again, edited an update, and posted it.
Ten little Indian boys were running around for food.
There is no way to save one of them from choking, and only nine out of ten are left.
Nine little Indian boys stayed up late at night and were really sleepy.
In the end, whoever fell asleep died, only eight of the nine were left.
Eight little Indian boys ran to the city to hunt for novelties.
Leaving one life behind and returning to the west, there are only seven left out of eight.
…
A little Indian boy came home alone.
Xuan Liang committed suicide and left no one alive.
After sending it, he put down his phone, sat in front of the computer and continued working.
…
Luo Wei whispered for a while, then lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling boredly.
"Why is the update of "Jieyou Grocery Store" so slow? It seems that it is almost finished. Why is the update getting slower and slower? A few days ago, it was two to three thousand words a day, but now it is updated every two or three days. I am so anxious."
After working for six days, I finally had a rest on Sunday. I thought I could read a book, but "Jieyou Grocery Store" was not updated at all. I read the previous chapters again in the morning, and read Weibo for a while in the afternoon. I felt happy.
Bored to death.
Buzz.
The phone next to the pillow suddenly vibrated.
"Damn it, isn't it updated?"
Luo Wei quickly picked up his phone and saw the message from Weiyu. He was a little disappointed. However, you can only get the message if you pay special attention to it, so he clicked on it and took a look.
It turned out to be "writer Zhang Qianli" who had new news.
He paid special attention to several people, but he didn't expect it to be the status of "Writer Zhang Qianli". After all, this guy hadn't updated his status in the past few days.
When he first opened Weiyu, he urged the greater army to move from Literary to Weiyu. Everyone made a fuss for a few days, but found that there was no movement at all on this account.
Unexpectedly, there was something new today.
Opening the feed, Luo Wei glanced at it, a little confused, "What is this? A nursery rhyme?"
It looks like a nursery rhyme, but this nursery rhyme is too dark!