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Beautiful, cute elves dancing with the evening sun.
Mumu’s expression suddenly became awkward. If it was not seen by her own eyes, even if someone told her, she would not believe that someone could make the fried egg so artistic, or that the process of omeletting was so artistic.
More than a minute, just passed.
The omelettes come one by one. After the fried omelet is fried, there is a trace of exhaustion on the face of the ancient battle. Plus, he has already fried seven fried eggs in the morning, and each omelet consumes his fairy power, though Not much, but his own immortality is not much, after seven consecutive times, he has really felt a little tired.
Take a deep breath, put the fried egg, send it out, and start over.
Hot oil, beat eggs.
Mumu has been staring at the hands of ancient competitions. She hasn’t seen it clearly. The eggs in the hands of the ancient contest have fallen into the pot, without any oily flowers, no fry, only thick and fragrant, The elf danced again.
The whole egg, rounded egg, white and yellow inside, no trace of scorpion, like the innocent jasper, lying quietly on the plate, both fried eggs have been fried, they are placed on the table, but Mumu was still looking at the plate silly, not even chopsticks.
"Mu sister, so beautiful, can I eat?"
Looking at the eggs in the plate, the small intern editor swallowed his mouth and whispered, the omelet in front of him was like a work of art, so that he didn't know where to take it.
"Yes, of course!"
Her words made Mumu come back, and this will be sent up, and the staple food was temporarily put aside by them. They all picked up chopsticks and prepared to deal with the omelette in front of them.
"It's delicious, it's really delicious!"
The small intern editor bite his mouth first, his eyes immediately lit up, and the waiter standing next to him was still envious of his face, and she understood the feelings of the intern editor at the time. She also took the first bite. In this way, this omelette is really delicious.
Mumu finally took a bite, a small sip, on the edge.
The round egg is like a white moon. It lacks a small mouth. The wooden wood tastes eggs differently from others. Including the ancient competition, everyone else first bites a whole mouth, not to mention how big, but not too small, wood. There was only a bit of bite, and there was no distance between the fingertips of a little finger and the egg yolk.
Her eyes are brighter.
There is no trace of the smell of eggs, leaving only the fragrance, this fragrance can feel the taste of eggs, but it is a hundred times, a thousand times more than the usual food eggs.
The crisp egg whites, the entrance is instant, sliding like a jelly over the woody throat.
As the sesame oil is dispersed, it removes the unpleasant aroma, leaving only the faint scent, which lingers gently on the tip of the throat.
"Fragrant!"
Mumu couldn't help but admire it. It seems that everyone who eats this kind of praise for the first time will be so praised, involuntarily praised and said by heart, this is the real heart, the feeling of true heart.
"It's so delicious, it's really delicious!"
The intern editor swallowed the last egg and once again admired that she had finished eating the whole omelette. There are still two-thirds of the omelette in the wood, and Mumu forcibly controls herself, each time biting a small mouth, so She has a lot left.
Seeing the companion pay attention to himself, Mumu immediately picked up the plate and turned to the body to prevent his companion from seeing his omelet.
I couldn't see the woody omelet. The intern editor had some regrets and turned back. She just turned back and noticed the white paper on the kitchen and the words on the white paper.
Now she is not surprised by the price of omelet. It is so delicious. What she has never eaten is not measured by price. The last sentence is that the person who buys one per person makes her very depressed. .
"Attendant, your omelet, really one per person?"
“Really, including our Boss ourselves, we can only buy one!”
The waiter immediately replied. Before the ancient competition, they said that they did not understand the restrictions. They still laughed at the ancient struggles in their hearts. They really took their omelettes as treasures and made restrictions on purchases.
Looking at it now, the ancient competition is right. If you don’t buy anything, don’t say the guest. Precisely, she is thinking about whether she wants another one. After all, she can get it out for eighty-eight dollars. So good food food is Hard to come by.
"What a pity!"
The intern editor shook his head and did not continue to ask questions. Like the waiter, she did not have any idea about the purchase restriction at first. Now she understands that the restriction on purchase is not unreasonable.
Just now, she was still thinking about how much money she had at home. She remembered that she still had more than a thousand living expenses. She was going to take out five hundred to buy fried eggs and eat enough. If this is the case, then she must have She has to eat instant noodles for many days, and her living expenses are already very tense.
If it is not restricted, she will certainly not be able to control herself and buy more cuisines.
Looking at it now, the purchase restriction is really good. At least it helps her to control herself and reduce her expenses. This will raise her gratitude in her heart, and even she is scared. It is very strange.
After a while, Mumu finally finished eating her omelet and closed her eyes with satisfaction.
The omelet she tasted the finest and most serious, and the feeling she got was different from others, and the experience was the deepest.
Whether it's egg whites or egg yolks, unexpectedly all fry the same ripe, the same through, the most precious is, the heat all happens, this is not the general culinary arts can do, Wood cuisines channel editor also has two years, in addition to read a lot of cuisines comments, recipes, She also went to many activities and tasted many cuisines.
It can be said that anything that she has eaten in the past two years is not as good as the culinary arts of omelettes.
Such culinary arts is no longer an omelette technique, and sublimation has become art, or the most advanced art. Although the omelette is simple, it can be Great Dao to Jane. This is the perfect work of art.
Perfect, this precisely woody evaluation.
"It's really delicious. You didn't lie to me. I have such a good food thing next time. Remember to tell me first!"
Mumu bowed his head and picked up the mobile phone to send a message to the ancient struggle. Before she said that if the ancient squad dared to lie to her, she would look for an ancient family to fight for her to buy her fried egg.
Looking at it now, the omelet is completely conquered by her, and there is no need to worry about someone coming to the door to pay for it.
"Of course, I said good food, how can it be wrong!"
The ancient struggle to hide in the kitchen is a cheerful message, and another person who is conquered by his omelette. This ancient competition is full of confidence. Now, this test is not so difficult to complete. People who have eaten his omelette All of them were conquered by him.
"Let's go!"
Mumu didn't ask if he could buy another one. She recognized the waiter's words before, so delicious things, eat once, and continuous eating will affect its beauty in his heart.
Her companion got up and refused to look back at the kitchen when she got up.
"Wait, your donkey hasn't eaten yet!"
The waiter suddenly stopped them, the two asked for two simmers, two omelettes, but now the omelet was eaten, but the cockroaches did not move, and it was almost cool.
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