Chapter 37 Are You Taking Your Girlfriend Hiking?

"Hello, is this Lin Zhou?"

Zhang Mingyuan took Lu Qian to the top of the mountain and saw only one place selling porridge.

The stall owner was also a young man, so he asked tentatively.

"Yes, I am, who are you?"

Lin Zhou looked up at Zhang Mingyuan. This face looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

He scratched his head in confusion.

"I am Zhang Jianjun's son. You should know my father. You two had agreed to climb the mountain together before."

When Zhang Mingyuan said this, Lin Zhou immediately remembered where he had seen this face. It turned out that he looked very similar to the old man who climbed the mountain.

When he didn't think about it, he just felt that this face was familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

When he learned that he was the son of the old man who climbed the mountain, he immediately felt that the old man's genes were really strong, and the father and son looked really alike.

"I know, I know, are you bringing your girlfriend to climb the mountain?"

Knowing that it was someone he knew, Lin Zhou immediately became cheerful and talkative.

The look in his eyes when he looked at Zhang Mingyuan was a little teasing.

Uncle Zhang is so worried about his son's lifelong event. He complains every day that his son is over 30 years old and still hasn't found a partner. He wants to introduce his son to someone.

He has a partner! Maybe he is hiding it from Uncle Zhang.

"No, it's a blind date."

Ah... this...

So it was the blind date arranged by Uncle Zhang!

But, isn't it a bit wrong to take a beautiful woman hiking on a blind date?

Lin Zhou couldn't tell what was wrong, after all, he had never been on a blind date.

He saw that people's blind dates on the Internet were all going to eat and watch movies...

Noticing the smile on the face of the girl following Zhang Mingyuan, Lin Zhou felt relieved. Hiking seems to be a good idea?

If he has a chance in the future, he can try it.

"Then... do you want porridge?"

"Yes, two servings now, and one package for my dad to take back. Because I went home for dinner last Sunday, he didn't get to eat the buns you made. He has been complaining about it for a few days at home. Bring him some porridge back."

Zhang Mingyuan has a good relationship with his father.

One retired at the right time and handed over the company to his son, and the other went home every week to eat and rest with his old father no matter how busy he was at work.

His mother died early, and the father and son have supported each other until now, and their relationship has always been harmonious, which is not easy.

So Zhang Mingyuan thought of finding an opportunity to buy food made by Lin Zhou for his father to eat because of his father's casual words.

"Please enjoy."

Lin Zhou handed the porridge to Zhang Mingyuan.

Zhang Mingyuan handed it to Lu Qian next to him.

"Thank you."

Lu Qian was not polite, she was really hungry.

Holding the porridge, scooping a spoonful, feeling the hot steam, blowing twice and putting it in her mouth.

She ate in a hurry and was burned all of a sudden.

"Ugh!!!"

Lu Qian covered her mouth, her expression changed hideously, and swallowed a mouthful of porridge without feeling the taste, and her tongue was stinging.

The abalone porridge briefly passed over her tongue, and the fresh, fragrant and tender taste was also felt.

The next bite, Lu Qian blew on the porridge carefully, and only put it into her mouth when she felt it was not so hot.

So tender and smooth!

The fresh abalone was stewed soft and tasty, and the abalone cubes tasted even more tender and smooth than scallop meat, and it was really delicious.

The abalone porridge, which costs 100 yuan a bowl, uses real abalone, and the fresh taste is really amazing.

Even the rice grains in the bowl are dyed light yellow by the abalone meat, which is golden and attractive.

The abalone and rice grains are chewed together, the rich fragrance of the rice and the chewy teeth of the abalone are amazing enough even with a little salt to season.

When Lu Qian tasted this porridge, she suddenly felt that the mountain was worth climbing.

Even her impression of Zhang Mingyuan improved.

And Zhang Mingyuan knew the owner of the stall.

Maybe he knew that there was such delicious porridge on the top of the mountain, so he specially arranged the blind date at Qinhuangshan, just to bring her to try it.

Fortunately, these are all Lu Qian's psychological activities. If her best friend knew, she would scold her for being in love and having a good impression of Zhang Mingyuan for a bowl of porridge.

"It's delicious!"

Seeing Zhang Mingyuan also start to eat, Lu Qian couldn't wait to find a sense of identity and express his excitement at the moment.

Zhang Mingyuan's family usually has porridge for breakfast, and the chef also cooks it in different ways. Abalone porridge has also been eaten.

But the abalone porridge he tasted at this moment is too different from the taste he remembered. For a moment, he even doubted whether the boss had added something else to it.

"It's really delicious, and the umami is very rich. If it weren't for the taste of abalone in the umami, I would have suspected that it was seafood porridge."

Zhang Mingyuan's eyes were so surprised that they changed from single eyelids to double eyelids.

After eating a few mouthfuls, the umami of abalone bloomed in his mouth, mellow and not greasy. The unique toughness was also broken down by time, becoming soft and delicious, very easy to chew.

If this level of porridge is placed in a big restaurant, I'm afraid you can't even queue up to eat it.

The taste is extremely pure and delicious.

Unlike the abalone porridge he had in a Cantonese restaurant before, where even the intestines were put together to cook the porridge, which was oily and green, and had no appetite. He forced himself to take a bite, but it was bitter. After taking a bite, his appetite disappeared.

The abalone porridge made by Lin Zhou is extremely fragrant, with a texture like silk, and the fragrance lingers in the mouth. It is really unique.

No wonder his father was reluctant to forget the buns he didn't eat. He didn't expect Lin Zhou to have such good cooking skills at such a young age!

"Another bowl!"

Zhang Mingyuan hadn't eaten breakfast either. One bowl of such delicious abalone porridge was not enough, so he ran back and asked for another one.

He didn't even ask Lu Qian if she wanted another one.

Lu Qian shook her head, feeling helpless.

This bowl was already much larger than her usual meal.

She was already shocked that she could finish it. If she ordered another one, she would definitely not be able to finish it.

But it was okay to bring one for her bestie. At this time, her parents must have eaten. Only her bestie, who was still asleep, had the blessing of enjoying this delicious abalone porridge.

"I want to bring one for my bestie."

"Then bring two more, and take one away."

Lin Zhou looked at Zhang Mingyuan who had finished eating and came back, and laughed so hard that his teeth broke.

"Just the last two."

What a coincidence!

He can close the stall after selling them all!

The time to close the stall today was much earlier than the previous two days, and Lin Zhou was a little flattered.

The main reason was that Zhang Mingyuan bought five portions by himself, which solved a lot of porridge.

And the group of college students.

That's great. I didn't expect that the business of porridge with a price of 100 yuan per bowl is also good.

When he saw this task, he thought he would not make any money this week.

Now it seems that he has made more than the previous two weeks.

It shows that he is not evil enough, otherwise he can make a lot of money according to the system's pricing!

"Then we can go down the mountain together."

Zhang Mingyuan carried the abalone porridge and was not in a hurry to eat it.

After Lin Zhou packed up the bamboo basket, the three of them went down the mountain together.

When they reached the foot of the mountain, the three of them separated consciously.

Lu Qian drove to find her best friend.

Zhang Mingyuan and Lin Zhou came by car and on a tricycle respectively, and they also went back separately.

Driving is faster than tricycle. When Lin Zhou got home, Zhang Mingyuan was already drinking abalone porridge with his father.

"Is this the porridge that Lin Zhou sold at Qinhuangshan this week?"

After listening to his father's words, Zhang Mingyuan didn't know what he thought of, and he couldn't help laughing.