Title: "Food" There is a kind of delicacy, which is tender and delicious. It is topped with slightly spicy black pepper juice and exudes a strong fragrance.

Smell, chew, and swallow, and a fragrant taste lingers in your mouth for a long time... Speaking of this kind of delicacy, you must be familiar with it, it is steak.

After I came to Pizza Hut and sat down, I ordered a few dishes and sat on the chair to wait slowly.

Five past six.

Ten past six.

A quarter past six.

Gradually, I lost my patience and glanced towards the kitchen from time to time, but every time it was Song Jiang's military advisor - useless.

People often say that "time flies like an arrow, and the sun and the moon fly by like a shuttle." But at this time, I felt that time passed so long, as if it was frozen. Seconds were like minutes, minutes were like hours, and hours were like the sun!

Finally, a waiter slowly walked towards us carrying a plate. I thought about it, could it be my steak?

I looked around and there was no one else.

I immediately became excited, grabbed the knife and fork with both hands, and stared at the plate held by the waiter.

At this moment, it was so dark outside the house, which made people feel sad.

The room is so bright, and my happy molecules are flowing in the air.

Five steps, three steps, one step... getting closer and closer.

The steak was presented in front of me, and it was steaming "sizzling".

I hold the fork in my left hand and the knife in my right hand. I focus on the tender part, fork it lightly, and then start to cut it slowly with the knife.

However, the steak had just come out of the oven, and the remaining water droplets exploded in the high temperature. One of them bit my finger.

"Ouch!" I put down the fork and blew a few breaths into the wound.

Next, I had to be careful and cut it sideways so that the oil would not splash easily.

As expected, a few small pieces were cut in one go.

I stabbed a piece of steak with a fork, put it into the sauce cup and dipped it in a little sauce, then forked a few strands of pasta and put them into my mouth together.

The glutinous sauce is smooth, the steak is tender, the pasta is soft and delicious.

After one sip, the fragrance will linger on your lips and teeth.

"Jundi, wipe it, you have become a 'tabby cat'!" I took the paper and wiped my mouth, only to find that there was not much meat left on the plate.

The sauce in the sauce cup also "shrunk" to the point where it was close to the bottom of the cup.

So, like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, I simply wiped out all the remaining meat.

And look at my mother's plate, there is still more than half of it.