Yuan Zhou's suspicions are very reasonable, because the system clearly said that this ink bamboo is like an ancient vine, and this rattan can't be so straightforward.

And now this piece of bamboo is held in Yuan Zhou's hand, and the slender fingers and the straight ink-colored bamboo are correspondingly together, making the ink bamboo more warm and beautiful, more like a work of art than a pot or a bowl for eating.

Indeed, Yuan Zhou's hands are the best looking and best maintained place on his body.

As a man, Yuan Zhou's fingers are very long, the joints are obvious but not wide, the shape is good-looking, and the skin is relatively fair, like a piano hand, and it looks very delicate, even some girls' hands are far from being comparable.

Moreover, Yuan Zhou often holds a knife and does not have a little calloon in his hands.

For example, Yin Ya often looked at Yuan Zhou's hand in a daze, compared it from time to time, and then lamented that her hand was not good-looking.

And this is the result of Yuan Zhou's careful maintenance as a top chef, who is afraid that his hands will be rough and damage the delicate ingredients.

Just like a top show girl's hands are more beautiful than her face, in order not to let the rough hands hang on the delicate fabric.

For Yuan Zhou, his ingredients are much more expensive than cloth gold, so naturally he has to take good care of his hands.

Even Manman teased Yuan Zhou and said that even if he doesn't become a chef in the future, relying on these hands, Yuan Zhou can still be a men's hand model, and women must like it very much.

It must be Yuanzhou advertising what to buy.

"So the system is so straight?" Yuan Zhou teased.

The system is now written: "This original variety of Mozhu has been cultivated by this system, and its height reaches 10 meters, with an average diameter of 7 centimeters. ”

"Ten meters tall bamboo is really not short, but the average diameter is only seven centimeters, and it doesn't seem to be thick. Yuan Zhou secretly imagined this ink bamboo.

The system is now written: "This bamboo grows at 46.3 degrees north latitude to 47.4 degrees south latitude, at an altitude of 700 meters above sea level, the climate is warm, the average annual temperature is 18 °C, and the annual precipitation is 1000 mm. ”

"The rest of the bamboo is not strict with the soil, but this bamboo is very demanding, and it needs deep, fertile, moist and well-drained acidic soil. ”

"A type of underground water is used to water the bamboo, which is rich in trace elements and amino acids, and its fragrance is unique and long after cutting. ”

The host's bamboo is made of three-year-old bamboo whips, with a growth rate of 0.3 meters per year, and only the straightest bamboo poles of 30 centimeters are taken that year. ”

"So, this piece of bamboo is only thirty centimeters long?" asked Yuan Zhou, pinching the bamboo.

"Yes, the most suitable ingredient for bamboo rice is annual bamboo." ”

"Sure enough, it's a system of excellence. Yuan Zhou pinched the warm bamboo in his hand and continued to be speechless.

The current words of the system: "Thank you for the host's compliment." ”

"You're welcome. Yuan Zhou's expressionless politeness.

After being stunned for a while, Yuan Zhou came back to his senses from the habitual blow: "Speaking of the system, you said that you cultivated bamboo?"

The system reads: "Yes." ”

"So you have your own laboratory?" asked Yuan Zhou, seemingly casually.

The system reads: "The host level is too low to be known." ”

"Ahem. Yuan Zhou couldn't help coughing when he saw this, and continued: "I haven't said that my level is low for a long time, it's really been a long time." Yuan Zhou was a little speechless.

"So, you can't say the system?" Yuan Zhou said.

Then this time the system disappeared again and did not reply again.

"There are laboratories, systems that can grow their own ingredients, and it seems that they are on Earth. Yuan Zhou muttered to himself, and then devoted himself to the production of the meal.

Of course, no one knows about this confrontation between Yuan Zhou and the system, but the ink bamboo he holds in his hand is still very conspicuous.

For example, Jin Ming saw it at a glance, and spoke: "Boss Yuan's hand is ink bamboo, it's in good condition, this is used to make bamboo rice?"

Yes, Jin Ming, as a criminal defense lawyer, his usual hobby is to play the flute, but unfortunately this Zizhu is the most suitable for making flutes and Xiao.

"I've asked that question too. As an old man in the family, Ling Hong also knew that this purple bamboo was used to make musical instruments.

"Is it really Zizhu?" Jin Ming's face ached, as if he was using his treasured flute.

"Of course not, this is ink bamboo, with a unique aroma and so many delicious bamboos, how can Boss Yuan have such a violent bamboo used for art. Wu Hai touched his mustache and said leisurely.

"It's okay if it's not, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to help but give the bamboo to Boss Yuan for a while. Jin Ming said with a smile.

On the contrary, Ling Hong on the side covered his mouth and stopped talking, because he was frightened by the idiom of Wuhai Storm Destroying Heavenly Things.

If you want to say that you are the most tyrant in this store, there is really no one else except Ling Hong, but in front of Yuan Zhou, Ling Hong did not say that he was a tyrant.

For no other reason, Qimen black tea is used to boil tea eggs, and Ling Hong can't do it with this one, after all, he still wants his legs.

Yes, Wuhai, who said that Yuanzhou did not destroy the heavens, was afraid that he would be blind.

"No, this product is already very tyrannical, and it is estimated that my heart is a desert, and there is no number. Ling Hong looked at Wuhai with disdain and didn't speak.

Time passed quickly, and after a while, Yuan Zhou had already prepared the bamboo rice, and Zhou Jia was walking towards Jin Ming with a tray.

"Your bamboo rice, please use it slowly. Zhou Jia put down the tray and brought out an oval-shaped saucer.

This plate is not porcelain white, but warm ivory white, with small teeth underneath, stumbling over the round bamboo and not rolling around, and the ivory white background of the plate against the inky black bamboo is a bit elegant.

"You can gently lift the edge with your chopsticks to open the bamboo tube. Zhou Jia said how to eat, and then left.

"It's the first time I've seen such a clean bamboo tube rice. Jin Ming looked at it curiously, and then poked the bamboo parts at both ends of the bamboo tube with chopsticks.

The chopsticks were lightly clamped, and the bamboo tube was split into two equal halves directly on the plate, and the crystal white rice was immediately exposed inside.

At this time, a hot breath came out directly with the aroma of rice, and was inhaled by Jin Ming into his nose.

"Hmm, it smells good. Jin Ming couldn't help but directly put a little rice in the chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth.

Unlike others, bamboo rice is wrapped in bamboo and roasted, and Hsinchu's abundant bamboo liquid is soaked into the rice grains together with the mountain spring water, making the rice grains soft and full of the fresh aroma of bamboo.

Jin Ming ate very quickly, and after a while, he ate half of the white rice and bamboo rice, and there was a feeling that the more he chewed, the more fragrant it became.

This bamboo tube rice has the sweetness of rice grains when chewed, mixed with the smell of washed bamboo, which makes people feel like they are in a quiet bamboo forest, the air is full of the smell of empty bamboo after the rain, but the mouth is the sweetness of rice.

"I don't feel like I need to eat, it's enough to just eat. Jin Ming suppressed the desire to continue eating with strong self-control, and waited for the food to come.

He believed Linghong's words and ordered several dishes......