Chapter 47 Food is Heaven

"Oh, you're talking about it." Zhang Hai, with a beaten expression on his face, carelessly pulled Han Ning to the room behind him and said as he walked, "Don't worry, don't worry, warrior, come in and rest for a while."

Han Ning was not in the mood to rest. He was very reluctant, but when he was pulled by Zhang Hai, his feet involuntarily followed him into the room. Han Ning added his equipment, at least one or two hundred catties, but Zhang Hai easily pulled Han Ning into the house like a chicken. The room is very spacious and bright. The tables and chairs are all made of good wood. The tableware is also very complete. It is cleaned and the floor is also very clean. It can be seen that it is often cleaned here. There is no doubt that it should be Zhang Hai's restaurant.

"Zhang Guan, why didn't you drag me here if you didn't take me to see the grain?" Even if this is Zhang Hai's restaurant, it's still early to eat. Han Ning asked inexplicably, not knowing what medicine is sold in the fat gourd.

"Warrior, you are too impatient. The first batch of food and fodder has just left. Take a rest first." Zhang Hai pulled a chair with a relaxed face and sat down at the dinner table. He didn't forget to greet Han Ning and sit down.

Han Ning listened to the crunching noise of the chair, and his goose bumps crawled all over his body. He didn't have time to pay attention to how the chair could withstand the oppression of "meatballs". What he wanted now was to complete the task as soon as possible so that he could quickly stay away from this big fat man.

"I want to eat. Let's wait until I see the grain reserve. After watching it, I'll eat enough with you." Han Ning was anxious about the task and stretched out his hand to get Zhang Hai up. Unfortunately, after pulling for a long time, Zhang Hai did not move, and he almost fell to the ground. He couldn't help but curse in his heart: The fat man is so fat. He is soft in his hand and doesn't use any force at all.

"Warrior, slow down and be careful." Zhang Hai helped Han Ning, who almost fell down, pulled a chair, pressed Han Ning on the chair, and said slowly, "Warrior, I don't shit, and chickens don't lay eggs. Usually, no one comes over. It's not easy for someone to come. Of course, you have to treat him well. Since it's fate to come, why don't we have two drinks?" "

Branch task tip: Drink with Zhang Hai until he is satisfied.

"Damn, this is a bullshit fate, and it's still ape dung." Han Ning scolded angrily in his heart, but he had no choice but to sit down. If he didn't accompany him well today, he would not think about the task. Han Ning doesn't know that this is the reason why the vice general doesn't come in person. Except for Han Ning, who has spare time to drink with Zhang Hai? As a senior NPC, the vice generals are very busy.

Zhang Hai ignored Han Ning, who had a bitter face, took out two cups from his hand, one in front of him, one in front of Han Ning, and another in front of Han Ning, and took out a jar of wine and filled two cups.

Zhang Hai picked up the wine in front of him, his face was red, and said happily, "The two of them are drinking, one cup after another. Come to the warrior, I'll toast you first. Today, we will have a good drink. It's not waste your hard work." After drinking the glass of wine, the fat on his face trembled up and down.

"Damn your mother, you still play ancient poems with me. Don't you know that I will be a 'wet person' when I go to school?" Han Ning despised Zhang Hai fiercely in his heart, and then said modestly, "It's not hard, it's all serving the empire." Since the task is required, Han Ning also drank all the wine in the glass.

Zhang Hai filled the two with wine again, and his little eyes looked at Han Ning without blinking, indicating that I had proofed. It's your turn.

"Daily you." Han Ning scolded again, and then he got a poem: "The master is drunk and you are not drunk, and the dusk will not return?" The original intention of this poem is that the owner wants to leave the poet to drink, but it is very late. The poet wants to go home quickly, but he is very conflicted and doesn't know whether he should stay. Han Ning's meaning here is very clear, that is, big brother, I have something else to do. Can we not drink it?

"Good poem." Zhang Hai slapped and drank it all, as if he didn't hear Han Ning's meaning, and continued to fill the cups of the two people.

Han Ning's hatred that his meaning is so clear, but Zhang Hai pretends not to know, but he can't blame him. The system will not explain the meaning of these poems for them. Thinking of the system, Han Ning scolded in his heart, and didn't know what the designer thought at the beginning of this task. He was either a modern literary and artistic young man or a retro young man who actually made it like Sai Shihui. Not to mention that poetry alone can't drink, it's useless to drink, which is too brain-consuming. However, Han Ning really wronged the designer, which has nothing to do with others. It is a program specially designed by the system for Han Ning, and the designer can't change it.

After a few poems, Han Ning and Zhang Hai drank a jar of wine. Because the game is a real simulation, Han Ning, who drank half a jar of wine, began to be drunk and dizzy. He thought this would be fine, but Zhang Hai actually took out a jar of wine.

Looking at Zhang Hai's smiling face similar to the folds of steamed buns, Han Ning knew that he would not let go so easily, risked it, and took the initiative to pour full of wine. Han Ning stood up, stepped on the chair, held a cup in his right hand, raised it high with his left hand, and said passionately, "If you cook and slaughter cattle for fun, you will have to drink 300 cups and dry." After saying the same neck, I drank it all. At this time, Han Ning felt nothing. His mouth was numb, and he drank it like white water. After a while, Han Ning felt that the wine was also quite good. It would be a pity if he couldn't drink it in the future.

"Okay, the warrior said it well. Drinking alone has nothing to eat and is not monotonous." Zhang Hai drank all and shouted at the door, pulling the broken gong voice, "Come on, a pot of steamed buns."

"hiccup." Han Ning burped and opened the taskbar to have a look. Sure enough, the task had changed. The wine was well drunk. Now it was time to eat. Han Ning didn't bother to ask. After asking, he asked for nothing. He drank like this, and he didn't have to eat any more. Just let's see what Zhang Hai wants to do.

The soldiers outside the door were ordered to put on a pot of steaming steamed buns for a moment. The size of this pot and this steamed bun made Han Ning brazenly for a while. What kind of food did Zhang Hai eat? Zhang Hai ate more than a circle bigger than ordinary ones. If ordinary people eat table tennis, Zhang Hai eats football and basketball. Han Ning looked at the steamed buns and then Zhang Hai's face. Isn't this done according to his face? It's simply carved out of a mold.

Zhang Hai said proudly, "Warrior, this is a steamed bun made by myself. If my hobby is eating, then my biggest hobby is to cook it myself."

Zhang Hai didn't wait for Han Ning to speak, grabbed a steamed bun and ate it, chewed it slowly, and advised from time to time: "Warrior, you eat it and taste my cooking. I won't give it if others want to eat it."

Eat it. What else can I say? Han Ning sighed helplessly and grabbed a steamed bun to eat it. However, this steamed bun is quite delicious. It tastes soft, fresh and not greasy, and has a unique color, aroma and shape. The ingredients seem to be fresh shrimp, eggs, and a little coriander. Han Ning finished eating one by one without Zhang Hai's persuasion, and grabbed another one to eat.

"Is it delicious?" Zhang Hai smiled proudly and picked up a steamed bun and introduced it: "My steamed bun is famous in the whole city. First of all, the ingredients should be carefully selected, and secondly, the production should be exquisite. There are certain tricks in selecting materials, formulas, stirring, kneading and rolling noodles. Finally, it is workmanship, clear specifications and standards, especially the buns are evenly folded. It is said that each steamed bun has 18 folds.

Regardless of whether Han Ning understands or not, Zhang Haikou said something like a river, but Han Ning is quite impressed. Zhang Hai has a proud capital. This steamed bun is really delicious. He ate four of them at this time. If it weren't for too much wine in his stomach, he could still eat a few.

"I'm full." Han Ning patted his stomach. He was really full. After he was full of wine and food, he wanted to have a good sleep now. He didn't care about anything else. He didn't know what the task was. Let's wait until he woke up.

Zhang Hai smiled, touched his fat chin and said, "Warrior, it's so embarrassing to eat so much. Now let's talk about business."

Han Ning opened the taskbar and took a look. He had eaten and drank, and it was time to continue the task. He just complained about what was wrong with this person. When he had enough to eat and drink, he should rest first. At this time, he talked about the task. But Zhang Hai didn't care about Han Ning and took him out. When Han Ning left, he took a look at the remaining steamed buns on the table and felt quite reluctant. Zhang Hai's wine and steamed buns seemed to have an inexplicable magic to attract him. ( There was a power outage today, so the upload was late. Sorry, the second update will be delivered later)