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Chapter 132 Under the dream
Chapter 132 Under the dream
Muye is a ruthless man who walks the market with his cat in his arms, ordering himself a pair of grilled wings, a grilled leek, a grilled gluten, an egg fried rice, and an ice cream ...
Not a single bite was given to the poor, weak and innocent kitten.
Qingqin: Why can't it hold you to death?
The cat slumped in his arms, finally arousing Makino's few sympathy: "Go back and let the kitchen give you a meal."
"Meow." I don't want to eat cat food, thank you.
Just as Qing Qin stared at the grilled sausage and restrained himself
flood
At the time of the power, he smelled a wonderful fragrance that was simply a fairy tale.
This kind of fragrance should only exist in the sky and never exist on the ground. Qing Miao pricked up her ears, shook her beard, and her soul has been hooked away by the fragrance. It is you, my favorite chef!
As soon as he turned around, he jumped down from Muye's confinement, and quickly ran to the source of the fragrance, causing many passersby to scream and avoid.
Sure enough, at a stall in the night market, the person who was roasting meat was not Han Yuquan?
The stall was already full of people, and the queue in front was also the leader of the queue, and the signboard of the store clearly stated that each person was limited to three strings.
But before the end, the kitten instinctively blew up its fur and let out a gasping sound: MD, my paws are itchy, who moved our chef Han!
At this time, Han Yuquan's sleeves were empty, and he was just slowly grilling skewers with his left hand.
For him to lose a hand, it means the culinary path is cut off.
Qing Qin was so distressed that he didn't dare to rub it directly to disturb people's work. He just stood at the door. Fortunately, after this batch of skewers was finished, Han Yuquan had no more ingredients, so he stopped working, and the crowd also Then it dispersed, leaving behind a lot of regretful sighs.
"It's a pity, it's sold out so quickly today, I just came over after work."
"After all, the boss's health is not very good, and he can't bake for too long. He is also a poor person."
"I heard that the price of the stall here has increased recently. I don't know if the boss can stay here. I really like their baked gluten."
Qing Qin rarely missed the big business that had dragged him down for a long time, and then his body lightened, and he was picked up by Han Yuquan with one hand, and even flipped twice.
Why is this posture like flipping meat, no, Han Yuquan can be a dragon, tiger and phoenix, he doesn't want to stew Ben Miao!
Qing Qin was horrified, jumped to the side, and stared cautiously at the big devil who dared to eat anything in front of him. "Miaomiao, what do you want to eat, I can make cat food for you." Han Yuquan felt relieved when he saw the cat, looked at the remaining ingredients, and asked.
How can a cat understand what a human is saying?
Immediately, he saw the cat jump up and inspect the remaining ingredients for a while, ordering a small piece of chicken breast and a small piece of beef.
Han Yuquan was a little surprised: "Could this cat really be a sperm?"
Then quite skillfully made a bowl of cat rice, put a small plate on the stage, and let Qing Qin enjoy it.
So, when Makino traveled through most of the night market and finally came over, he saw this worry-free kitten was full and was combing its fur slowly.
When Qing Qin heard the footsteps, he stopped, squatted obediently, and meowed twice, what kind of wickedness could a kitten have.
Muye was angry at the cat, but when he saw this scene, he laughed instead, looked at Han Yuquan, and politely looked away from the broken arm: "Thank you for taking care of our family Maomao."
"It's okay, he's very good." Han Yuquan smiled gently when he saw Muye's red and swollen eyes from crying, "Do you want to stay and eat something?"
At this time, the customers in the store were almost gone, and it seemed quite sparse. Muye immediately softened, and there was still some space in his stomach, so he had to support other people's self-reliance and self-improvement business!
At this time, there are fewer materials left, and Han Yuquan simply made a bowl of Yangchun noodles.
The noodles are boiled in hot water, then put into another pot of cold water to cool quickly, and the long, thin noodles are neatly arranged in three folds in the soup bowl.
This soup also has a lot of history. It is the first soup that Han Yuquan has carefully researched. It is full of umami from the big bones. After it is used to rinse the lard, the whole stall is filled with unique flavors. aroma.
In the end, of course, the chopped green onion was cut out with a quick knife, and a handful was sprinkled on the surface for the finishing touch.
When the bowl of noodles was brought to the table, Makino's eyes lit up. He is also a glutton. It's not that he hasn't eaten the feast of top chefs in top restaurants, but this is the first time he has seen such a bowl of noodles in such a humble restaurant.
Although it's just ordinary Yangchun noodles, the noodles are smooth and smooth, and the umami is released soothingly in the mouth, which is delicious enough to make people almost cry.
He thought of the breeze in spring, the stove in winter, and the smile of his mother.
This time, Zi Muye was not trying to squeeze space for this bowl of noodles in his stomach, but he directly sucked a bowl of noodles into his stomach with three or two snorts.
He slumped in his chair, holding a napkin and crying. The people in the same room were just washing the dishes in silence, not to expose it or to embarrass him.
"Boss, can you have another bowl of noodles? I want to draw it." Muye calmed down, stroked the cat on his lap, and took out the tablet from his backpack.
"Why are you painting this?" Han Yuquan asked, putting the bowls into the dryer one by one.
Makino rarely showed a shy look: "I want to draw a cartoon, and I also want to make an animation, which tells the story of food."
"That's great. I've traveled all over the country and learned a lot of food, and sometimes I think it would be great if someone could write it down."
"Then can you tell me about it?"
The two chatted about this, and they became more and more committed, and it was dawn before they knew it.
Muye held the tablet and looked at the sketches one after another, and couldn't help sighing deeply: "I'll send these to your mailbox."
"No, I'll wait for your comic to come out, and then buy a copy." Han Yuquan said, "Oh, I just remembered the question you asked before..."
It was Qing Qin who woke up again: No, it's not over yet?
Fortunately, both parties remembered that the time was late, and they just made an appointment for the next time and went back separately.
Qing Qin was chasing his tail boredly in the room, and when he turned around, he saw Mu Ye ordered a set of painting tools online.
A cat's head came over curiously, and Muye picked it up and clicked on another page: "This is the competition for young cartoonists. We want us to send a manuscript to the preliminary competition."
He hesitated for a moment and said, "This competition can be anonymous to the outside world. After the competition is successful, the comics will be published. If it is possible..."
Qing Qin let out a meow, what's the hesitation?
He took a step and slapped his claws on the tablet: rushing duck!
For the next period of time, Muye took the package home like a thief, avoiding the servants up and down, carefully drawing the manuscripts needed for the preliminary competition.
The manuscript needs to be mailed or sent in person to the mailbox of the competition organizing committee. Therefore, after all completed, Makino carefully packaged the painting, put it in a special envelope, and put a layer of cowhide on the outside. Bag, stuffed in the middle of the book, to hide people's eyes and ears.
"Wait until tomorrow, ah no, preferably the day after tomorrow, and I'll send this painting."
Trying to get close to his dream this time is his little rebellion.
Qing Qin basking in the sun: Hey, do you know that you are setting up a flag?
As Qing Qin felt, when Muye was called out to socialize early in the morning, some elders of the Mu family just came to visit, and after walking around in the study, they saw a few art theories on the bookshelf: "This is Why are you still staying at home? How do you do things?"
"If you let the second master go down the wrong path again, let's see how the old lady will deal with you!"
Naturally, the servants could not bear such a responsibility, and immediately threw the row of art books into bags and sent them to the garbage disposal.
Qing Qin, who stayed at home because he couldn't get up: That painting is still in the book!
He hurriedly jumped off the window sill, ran all the way through the bushes, chasing the servants to the garbage disposal: Muye, don't even want this year's bonus, you don't have anything to do to set up a flag, you don't want me to do it for you You wrap up!
Fortunately, he still found the bag at the last minute, bit it through, and took the divided manuscript out of the pile of books.
go back or...
Qing Qin looked down at the address he had filled in: Forget it, send the Buddha to the west.
"Today's sand sculpture news feed is: a city bus staff said that a cat got on the bus after putting in a coin, and angrily launched a meow punch because the staff refused."
"A passerby allegedly saw a raccoon cat running down the street with an envelope in its mouth."
"Maomao... Maomao will wait for traffic lights!"
This spectacle was photographed by several passers-by, and then posted on the Moments, ushering in a lot of discussion and emotion.
A small tag # said that after the founding of the People's Republic of China will not be allowed to become a fine it # quietly ignited the heat.
And Qing Qin, who was regarded as a monster, lay on the ground weakly, and pushed the envelope with a messy surface as if to vent his anger.
Damn, send Buddha to West, Ben Miao quit!
But this frustration was only for a moment. After Qing Qin confirmed the location, he dragged the envelope into the door, jumped to the table at the front desk, and launched a cute offensive against the young lady.
The effect was excellent. The two young ladies were immediately emptied by Meng's blood tank, took out a few snacks and fed them to Qing Qin, and were then led to see the carefully packed envelopes on the ground.
"This is?"
Qing Qin neatly tore the outer layer to reveal the carefully transcribed envelope inside, then stretched out his claws and pointed to the fuel tank next to it.
"Someone actually asked the cat to deliver the letter." The front desk couldn't help laughing, squatted down, took the envelope in his hand, and delivered it under Qing Qin's gaze, "Okay, kitty, you have completed the task, you really did it. Great."
Qing Qin fumbled for a few minutes, glanced at the time, and ran back along the original route again.
By the time he returned, Muye had already asked several servants, and when he returned to the bedroom, his whole body exuded an air of unrequited love.
Qingqin cheated another meal on his own, meowing a few times, seeing that the other party didn't recover, and went back to sleep in the cat's den with peace of mind: this journey is really exhausting.
A week later, Makino was surprised to receive an email from the organizer. After repeatedly calling to confirm, he finally couldn't help laughing wildly in the room.
Cats stretch out their claws to cover their ears, hiding their merits and fame.
"They said it was delivered by a cat, did you deliver it for me?" Muye put down the phone, picked up the cat and took a deep breath.
As Qing Qin judged, Muye's skill is here, this painting quickly won the first place, and the comic book is about to be released, and the signature is naturally Wenli.
With this affirmation, Muye finally broke free of some restraints, and did not hesitate to work in the Mujia company.
However, two months later, with the thunder of the Dayue incident, Muye ran away with a large number of followers, quit the game, and established a new financial company on his own. Facing the incompetence of the Mu family, he found Han Yuquan, An animation company was officially established, and his comics could finally be made into animations as he wished.
During the recruitment process of the animation company, Qing Qin squatted on the cat tree and saw a man with a face full of vicissitudes walk in. He introduced himself: "My name is Piobei."
Qing Qin immediately jumped down from the cat tree, pointed his resume and meowed several times: "It's him, don't be fooled by his name, this is a master of making money!"
During this time, Muye was also reminded by the cat to do a lot of things, hesitated for a moment, and accepted the thief.
Everything went smoothly, and Qingqin was also secretly collecting information. There is indeed a Qingqin in this world. In terms of his style of conduct, he is smooth and changeable.
In addition, Mao Mao looked at the play played by the dog man with a serious face, and always felt that this one was slightly different from his own.
However, before Qing Qin went to verify the idea, he stepped down again, and when he landed again, he was actually in a laboratory.
Hospital.
The nurse was recording the patient's data today. As soon as he lowered his head, he saw the pair of well-joined hands move slightly. This movement was very slight, and soon all the movements disappeared, but the monitoring recorded this truthfully!