If someone had told Zhong Yu before that he would scratch his head and lungs for a bowl of white rice, he would definitely not believe it.

But now, even if he hasn't eaten it yet, he has already swallowed his saliva several times just by smelling the unique fragrance of rice.

Today is another new day. An hour ago, Zhong Yu, who was still sorting out tonight's updated articles at the newspaper office, was suddenly called to the office by the editor for a conversation.

In Xinyang Evening News, Zhong Yu is still somewhat famous. His writing style is very good, not graceful, but pungent and sarcastic, which is in complete contrast with his cheerful character.

Because of a social news story two days ago, he used nearly a thousand words to criticize one of the parties who had done something wrong, and was reported as a result.

It is said that because of his article, this person's mood, which had already collapsed due to public opinion, collapsed again and he became suicidal, so the report was established.

Zhong Yu's leadership was criticized. The leader had no choice but to call Zhong Yu over to talk, hoping that he would speak more tactfully in the future.

Zhong Yu flatly refused: "I have always had this style of writing. Besides, he did something wrong. He was able to turn things upside down and slander others on the Internet. Now that the truth is out, I can't criticize him? Aren't we reporters? Besides, you haven't seen him before.

The way he looked when I interviewed him was that he looked confident and confident. How could he look like someone who had an emotional breakdown and wanted to commit suicide?"

The leader was speechless and blew his beard with anger: "I know you are right, but at least you have to show off, right? Today, Thursday, is supposed to publish your news, but this time, if you give me the news before seven o'clock in the evening,

If I can't find a suitable manuscript, I will ask Xiao Zhang to change it with you, and you will send it tomorrow night. It's getting late, so I quickly changed the manuscript at hand to something warm and oriented. I'll keep it up these days and use it later.

The words are also a little more subtle..."

Zhong Yu smiled bitterly, feeling that the leader was too difficult to deal with: "That's impossible. Do you know how my writing style can be so warm?"

The leader pondered for a moment and handed over a piece of paper: "Look, there are a bunch of interviewers here who are good people and good deeds. Go and get to know them and interview them."

Zhong Yu pinched the paper and frowned. He didn't want to do this interview. He preferred the exciting and controversial news. He thought that his writing style was not enough to make people cry because of the content of the interview. They were all good at different things. This was not tormenting people.

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However, the leader was very determined this time and kicked him out before he could refuse.

There are very few people in the office, and most reporters run around here and there, occasionally returning to the office to write articles, so there is no requirement to clock in and out.

He held his breath and was reluctant to go. As he was going out, he saw the clock on the wall. It was half past five. It was just time to get off work. He had to go and have a delicious meal to make up for himself.

On the way, Zhong Yu was still thinking that at noon he had been a good person and comforted a young man who had collapsed. The young man was crying like that after a meal. It was probably because of the high social pressure. If he ran into it again, it would be a good idea for him to interview this young man.

I can also take the opportunity to criticize this fast-paced society, the increasingly high housing prices, and the increasing working hours every now and then...

Just talking about these commonplace things is better than letting him take a warmer direction.

Then Zhong Yu came to Dream Restaurant.

As soon as he entered today, he smelled the familiar aroma, and something was wrong. In the restaurant, which had always been heavy on flavor, there suddenly appeared a sweet smell of rice that made people hungry.

Zhong Yu, who was originally angry but not very hungry, swallowed and his appetite suddenly rose. He took a quick look and immediately ordered: "White rice, spicy crayfish, mung bean soup, thank you."

Su Ning took the money and added: "The rice will take a few minutes. I'll bring the rest to you now."

Still have to wait?

Zhong Yu was shocked. This was the first time he had to wait for food in a dream restaurant!

Is rice so delicious now?

Zhong Yu looked around, and happened to be served a piece of white and tender rice in front of the young man who came one step earlier than him. Because of the close distance, it was slightly different from the spicy and spicy smell that he could smell before. This time he was

Facing the attack of the sweet rice fragrance, his heart felt like it was being scratched, and he couldn't wait to take a bite.

The young man beside him was also very satisfied. He took two deep breaths and smelled the smell before picking up a ball of rice with black wooden chopsticks.

The rice is slightly sticky, and the white clump does not fall off the tip of the black chopsticks. It is clear and black, and it is clean and seems to be a little transparent.

The young man ate it in one bite and kept saying "Hmm~~~" in admiration.

Zhong Yu felt that it was rude to watch others eating like this, but... he really couldn't control his gaze and looked away. It was too direct, and the young man's movements seemed a little stiff, and he looked over with some embarrassment.

"Is it delicious?" Zhong Yu couldn't help but ask.

In fact, he asked a nonsense question, you should know it just by looking at the young man's expression.

Sure enough, the young man replied seriously: "It's delicious, and it tastes a lot like the firewood rice made in my hometown. It's the kind of rice made by burning firewood in a big iron pot, but it feels better than the rice in my hometown. It's probably because of the quality of the rice."

It’s so good, I can eat a big bowl without side dishes!”

At the end, the young man sighed: "What kind of fairy restaurant is this!"

Zhong Yu became more and more eager when he heard it, and he wanted to eat it. Unfortunately, less than a minute had passed since he placed the order!

After listening to what the young man said, he looked to the other side.

The table next door happened to be eating too, but unlike the young man who was eating happily, this man was a little older, and his eyes gradually turned red as he ate. Halfway through the meal, he sniffed, took out his mobile phone and made a call: "Mom~"

A low voice, with an indistinct cry and dependence.

Zhong Yu looked at it, and his anxious heart because he wanted to change his style suddenly felt touched. He restrained his expression but still observed the other people eating rice there.

Flower growers' feelings for rice are incomparable to other foods. This restaurant is also "weird". The two effects are combined, and you can clearly notice that the diners' expressions of rice are different from eating other foods.

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Some are satisfied with big mouthfuls, and some are nostalgic after small mouthfuls.

As Zhong Yu's mind became calmer and calmer, he became even more eager for the rice.

Fortunately, the kitchen was very capable, and when he gradually couldn't help but urge him, Zhong Yu got his portion of rice.

He decisively took a big mouthful.

But he didn't devour it, but chewed it carefully. As he chewed, Zhong Yu's eyes became brighter and brighter. The taste was indescribable.

Not only is it sweet and delicious, it also seems to have a very faint smell of firewood. It is obvious that there is no earthen stove in the kitchen, but the taste is like this!

And in terms of the quality of the rice alone, it was at least better than all the types of rice he had ever eaten!

Zhong Yu was even a little surprised. Whether it was the crayfish that the store suffered from in terms of price comparison, or the rice that seemed to taste like his mother's, it was completely up to the standards of a high-end restaurant.

But the store uses such a simple fly restaurant to carry it all.

Could this be the legendary Great Hermit hiding in the city?

Thoughts were flowing in his mind. Zhong Yu kept mouthing one mouthful after another. In the blink of an eye, half of the rice was gone. He also forgot to mix the soup. He hurriedly came to his senses and poured the crayfish soup on the rice with a spoon.

have a bite.

Accompanied by the spicy and salty crayfish soup, the fragrance of the rice has not diminished at all, but has become richer. Complementing the strong flavor of the soup, this new delicious taste is even more addictive.

After finishing the rice, Zhong Yu wiped his mouth, took another sip of cold mung bean soup, and sighed with satisfaction, while the thought in his heart became more intense.

Maybe he can write what the editor wants today.

Zhong Yu walked out with his thoughts in mind. As soon as he got outside, he was enveloped in the scorching heat, but his heart was still calm. He was determined - write!

Once the decision was made, Zhong Yu didn't even want to waste time going home. He ran to the car, took out the notebook and pen he kept with him, and started writing what was on his mind.

A small and simple-looking fly restaurant, a group of diners who love food and have their own stories, and a chef with superb skills...

Because of his inspiration, Zhong Yu just felt like he was inspired to write, and the more he wrote, the more he wrote.

Less than half an hour later, he looked at what he had written. The smile on his face was as cheerful as ever, but his eyes were less sharp than before, and his temperament seemed a little more restrained.

He discovered that he could actually feel things that touched people's hearts. They were not only exciting and controversial but also thought-provoking.

The Xinyang Evening News of City A was updated that night.

Nowadays, with the development of science and technology, paper newspapers are gradually being replaced, and everyone is accustomed to reading various articles on official accounts.

Wu Shiqing is a student in the Department of Journalism, and is determined to work as a reporter on a television station. Therefore, she usually pays attention to very serious news media, and watches some social news and national events.

For example, the Xinyang Evening News of City A that she follows usually talks about major events.

There is a lot of content updated every day, all written by different reporters.

Everyone has a different personality, and the same reporter has a different style.

Wu Shiqing remembered that the third article of the Xinyang Evening News was always for a reporter named Zhong Yu every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. She liked his style very much. There was a sense of indifference in the spicy words, as if he was just simple.

It tells a social news story, but with a touch of compassion.

Today happens to be Friday, so he should be there.

Wu Shiqing's eyes fell on the third news item, but she was stunned when she saw it. Why was the title: [The various aspects of the world at the dinner table - no matter how hard life is, you should give yourself a little sweetness]

Changed?

Wu Shiqing was shocked and quickly clicked on it. She scrolled to the bottom without reading the content, only to find that he was the author.

The people haven't changed, but the style has.

Wu Shiqing frowned. Could it be because he had been scolded too much? He was a little scared, so he changed his style to please the audience.

She thought about it and started reading from the beginning.

When I looked at it, I was surprised to see it.

It begins with a story about the delicacies in an ordinary fly restaurant. At first glance, it looks like an ordinary food blog, until the topic changes. A young man suddenly sheds tears silently while eating the spicy pepper chicken which is considered to be the most delicious food by others.

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After finishing everything, Wu Shi's eyes were already moist, her heart was sour, and she felt a little warm.

She had forgotten to wonder whether this article was written by Zhong Yu, and typed seriously: [Even if the style is changed, you are still you. I like this article and the restaurant described in the article. I will go and see it tomorrow!
To be continued...