The Correct Posture For Salted Fish To Turn Over

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There was only one little reporter who was flashed back, and was left on the spot in a very embarrassing manner.

"Hahaha, Mao Xiaosi, you also have today, so I'll just talk about how your traffic light show is not being seen by the interviewed person."

"The people who can be interviewed by you are either drunk driving and drunkenness, or the ones who are caught hurriedly over the railings. The worst is the ones on the spot. Look at it now, even the city management thinks that you are unlucky, so he ran away in a hurry. NS."

"Mao Xiaosi, it seems that the most unpopular award on the stage is yours again this year!"

"Hahaha!"

On the side, the evening news reporter who did not have the flexibility and mobility of Mao Xiaosi to get first-hand news was suffocating. Now, seeing Mao Xiaosi return without success, the whole person is not too happy.

He stood in front of the telegraph pole that marked the thrill and honor, and waved to the photographer who was with the car: "Come on, take a picture of me and the telegraph pole. I will use my own expression to describe a thrilling experience to the audience. The rescue scene."

Everyone loves to watch it.

Seeing that the enemy in the evening news was triumphant in the rain, Mao Xiaosi, who returned to the interview car, gritted his teeth and made a decision.

"Lao Zhang, you recorded the entire rescue scene, right?"

"Hmm!" The honest partner is a very professional photographer. His light and shadow movement, and his grasp of the angle, do not even belong to many photographers on the set.

With this assurance from Lao Zhang, Mao Xiaosi was more at ease. He directly took out his mobile phone and called the leader of the column team.

"Yes, the boss is me, Xiao Mao, yes, I got a very good shot!"

"Yes, the thrilling accident and the heroic rescue scene during the heavy wind and heavy rain."

"Yes, yes, it's very topical, absolutely, it can be on CCTV, ok, I will pass it to you!"

After receiving the affirmative reply from the leader, Mao Xiaosi knew that there was a door. This real-time news will definitely appear in the broadcast of the traffic light column at 9:40 p.m.

Coincidentally, the evening news was broadcast just behind the traffic lights.

Haha, don't blame me for not being righteous.

The reporters who had already abandoned the morals and justice of the world are intensively fighting. Gu Zheng, who knows nothing about this, is in the remaining time, perfectly leading everyone to perfect surprise inspections of the streets that need to be patrolled. Again.

Even if they have officially completed their work tonight.

After Lao Fu finished reporting to the top, the group waited for Gu Zheng's words with big eyes and small eyes.

"Eat it?"

A line of quite large people nodded in unison.

Then just walk, the location is not far from Dong Lai Shun.

To talk about Dong Lai Shun, it’s a bit early to eat hot pot now.

For gluttons who know how to eat, the cold nose is red when the wind and snow is smoking, it is called a red fire.

But on such a gloomy early autumn night, it's not interesting to have a delicious old hot pot with original soup.

A few people arrived in Daguan Garden in a light car, and the park was nestled on the north side of the moat. Surrounded by the lush trees at the west gate, there was a large, but very quiet and secluded Dong Lai Shun.

It is divided into two areas. Because of the distribution characteristics of the nearby residents, it is automatically divided into a pot area for hot pot shabu-shabu, and an ordering area for fried dishes, hard dishes, snacks, and dim sum.

However, the menus on both sides can communicate with each other. These days, you can't stop the hot pot people from having the hobby of eating braised lamb bones.

On weekdays, because there are so many people here, Gu Zheng and the others are reluctant to get together here during their patrols, line up, and it's too late.

But the weather was good today, and there were no one in the wind and rain, and it happened to be cheap. Their hapless children, it is rare to have a meal in such an empty Dong Lai Shun.

The welcoming lady standing in the hall was worried that she had nothing to do. Just after a boring yawn, the uniform team of uniformed personnel entered the table.

"Yeah, welcome, how many guests?"

"Six!"

"Then please, do you need a box?"

Following the introduction of the little lady in the red cheongsam, Gu Zheng glanced at the empty hall with his eyes.

"No, just eat in the outside hall, which is spacious and TV is available."

"That's all right, I'll adjust a more spacious table for you to sit down. This position is also convenient for watching TV."

The little girl who understood Gu Zheng's demands in an instant, she was familiar with the road and pulled the table away for the big guy intimately.

A group of wretched men who had taken off their wet raincoats and clamped their big brimmed hats in their armpits sat in rows to enjoy the privilege of serving beautiful women.

The ordering staff in green and white uniforms followed with a small order.

"Guests, do you need to order or recommend from the side?"

Looking at the very simple and clear list printed in his hand, Gu Zheng, who had eaten it many times, waved at the person on the side, and started to draw a pencil on the side by himself when he was familiar with the road.

When you come to Donglaishun, premium lamb must be a must-order option, and Snow Beef is not to be missed.

If you are paying attention to things that are rare in other places, the sheep's tail, which is fat but not greasy, comes up like a crystal clear cloud, which is Gu Zheng's recommendation.

In addition, the fish **** made by Q bombs are divided into multi-structurally analyzed belly kernels, and they are easily sent to the charcoal-fired copper stove for a simple shabu-shabu. No extra materials are needed at all, and they can be delicious. Swallow your tongue.

The most rare thing is that this is fresh. The lamb slices that are cooked immediately turn into a perfect meat roll around the edge of the chopsticks, and they are cooked instantly without any foam.

This old-fashioned traditional knife craftsmanship has brought the thin, paper-thin slices of meat to the extreme, so that people who come here for shabu-shabu can enjoy the refreshment of what it is called.

A group of big and small boys are just as old as wolves.

Starting with ten pans of meat, Gu Zheng, who was a small pan of two or two, didn't dare to order.

In this way, in a short while, in front of this group of carnivores, a stack of tall plates was piled up, and I didn't know who suggested it, so I remembered the necessary things for shabu-shabu.

"Hey? What about dei? How can you eat shabu-shabu without this?"

"Oh, take a look at my memory." Gu Zheng patted his forehead, then turned his head and asked: "Niulanshan is still a red star."

That kind Er Laizi is the nickname of Erguotou.

Do you think the people in the capital have no native dialect?

Where did the pouting tail tube come from?

"Niulanshan, let's not speak too much, let's not make too much of it. The captain drove, and five people will come and run the mouth with a catty!"

become!

The weight of a sippy cup per person is suitable.

The waiter who has been paying close attention to this group of people is born with a sense of fear for uniforms. Before Gu Zheng started to show off, he rushed to the checkout front desk and was busy asking for a bottle of Wumart. Niulanshan is a cheap and simple package.

The blue and white porcelain bottle is not nonsense, eighty-eight only eighty-eight, you take home a catty of white wine.

Several people broke apart like this, and one person divided it up for a cup.

Everyone wanted to take advantage of this enthusiasm to give a speech or something. Suddenly, in the hall where there were not a few tables of people to eat, there were one after another in exclamation.

Suddenly, it attracted the attention of Gu Zheng.

What are these people looking at?

When everyone's eyes turned to the direction of the TV set that the group of people were staring desperately at ~www.readwn.com~ Sitting right across from the old pay who had been watching for a long time because he hadn't drunk, he just puffed. He spouted half of the meatball in his mouth in one bite.

The very elastic ball fell in front of him in the condiment sauce with sesame paste and fermented bean curd and chive flowers. Because it was too character when it landed, it stirred up a sticky sauce. Finally, they all contributed to the face of Gu Zheng, who was standing on the opposite side and looking back to watch TV.

"Pooh!"

Gu Zheng wiped his face awkwardly, and became speechless with Lao Fu.

However, the old leader opposite him stared blankly into the distance with very dull eyes, stretched out a finger, and pointed again in the direction of the TV hanging on the wall.

"how?"

"Gu Zheng, watch blockbuster movies."

What blockbuster?