Infinite Plane Devour

Chapter 47 Smelly Old Man
Seeing that the little boss had rekindled his fighting spirit, Master Jidi nodded in satisfaction.

Taking out the ingredients needed to make the seasoning, Wu Xian and Xiaodangjia looked at each other.

Immediately, Wu Xian picked up the kitchen knife, cut up the ingredients very quickly, and placed them aside.

The little master took out a lot of seasonings, such as pepper, star anise, dried ginger, and put them into the pot.

Cook slowly, and when the smoke comes out, pour in the ingredients that Wu Xian has cut.

There are still a large number of people around the dumpling brothers’ stall, and they are also greeting. The flames emitted by Alu attracted many people to come, saw interesting things, and ate delicious dumplings.

Wu Xian and the others were still working nervously, not only them, but other people in Yangquan Restaurant were also infected by the atmosphere, abandoned the emotion of failure, and worked together to help Wu Xian and Xiaodangjia.

"Time has passed by every minute and every second, who will be the champion of this dumpling competition?" The host reported the real-time situation on the high platform.

"Whether it's the cockscomb dumplings from Taotao Garden, or the steamed shrimp dumplings from Beiyuan Restaurant, but the Dumpling Brothers are the ones that attract the most attention today. Let us wait and see if anyone else can compete with them."

Seeing that the sun was about to set, the atmosphere in the air was inexplicably frozen, with an unfriendly feeling.

Wuxiong stood in front of the dumpling stand, smoking a cigarette with a cigarette stick, looked at the piles of plates beside him, and after taking a puff of smoke: "The time is almost up, there should be no one who can compare with such a large numerical difference." .”

Looking coldly at the Yangquan Restaurant in the distance, he snorted disdainfully: "What is the number one restaurant in Guangzhou? I'm not afraid that the wind will flash my tongue. I've easily surpassed it."

"Oh, where did the old man come from, how did he come here?"

When Takeo came back to his senses, he saw an old man with shabby clothes, gray hair in braids and a gray hat walking over.

"It's delicious, I want to eat one." He picked up a plate of flame dumplings and ate it in a short while: "It's delicious, I want to eat another one."

Just when the old man was about to get the dumplings again, a cigarette stick hit his hand.

Clutching his painful hand, he looked at Takeo with a contemptuous look.

"Old man, you are hindering our business. It is an honor in your life to let you eat a plate. No one cares about a stinky old man like you in our booth. Get out of here now."

"you"

"You, you, if you're just hungry, you can eat at other people's stalls, such as the Yangquan Restaurant over there, which is very suitable for a smelly old man like you. Okay, get out of here."

Seeing Takeo's arrogant attitude, the old man shook his head and muttered: "Although the dumplings are delicious, they are missing the most important thing."

"Hey, what is so fragrant?"

"Okay, the dumplings are done."

"Come here, Yangquan Restaurant's special dumplings are freshly baked by two talented chefs, come and try them."

But no matter how much Dudu yelled, no one came over. Dudu was a little downcast: "It took so long to make the special dumplings, but no one came to eat them. What should I do now?"

"Well, it seems that because our chef and the first master were injured, and these two children were used, those people don't believe in Yangquan. We must lose now."

"Wu Xian, you really did not live up to my expectations, Little Master." Master Ji Di praised after tasting one, obviously approving the dumplings they made.

I was a little touched by Master Di's support, thinking that he had entrusted himself with such a heavy burden, and believed in himself so much, just when the little master was in a daze.

"Hello, can I have a plate to eat?"

Looking back, I saw an old man there, and hurriedly took a plate of dumplings and handed it over.

"What a simple dumpling, without a gorgeous appearance."

After eating one: "This is... I know the secret of the aroma just now, you used broth instead of water, right?"

The little boss was taken aback, and looked at Wu Xian.

"That's right, I wanted the dumpling skin to have a taste, so I smashed the pork bones and boiled it into a thick soup, and kneaded it in the flour instead of water. In this way, I didn't need to dip it in the sauce." Wu Xian replied.

"Well, it tastes soft and powdery inside. It must be sweet potatoes."

"Ah!" Little Master nodded, a little surprised.

"Who is this old man? He guessed it right again. These are dumplings made by Xiaodangjia and Wu Xian."

After eating another one, the old man continued intoxicated, "Every time I eat one, I can feel a new taste, and the filling is so soft that it seems to be melting away. Every time I chew, my mouth is full of fresh juice. The slightly numb and slightly spicy taste stimulates the taste buds, what is this?"

Suddenly his eyes lit up, he pointed to a small plate and said, "I guess that's what I used."

Seeing that the little boss was stunned and didn't respond for a long time, Wu Xian had no choice but to explain: "That's right, we also used pig back fat marinated in red oil, we wrapped it in the stuffing, and cooked it during frying." , it will melt when it is heated, so that the spicy taste of the red sauce will be evenly distributed in it.”

"At first glance, these fried dumplings are very ordinary, but they taste infinitely delicious. This is the first time I have eaten such delicious fried dumplings. Boys, you have a great understanding of chefs."

"Thank you for your praise, the old man is amazing."

After such a long time, the little boss finally recovered and looked at the old man: "Who the hell is it? Brother Xian and I can taste the ingredients used in this fried dumpling made by me."

"Then let me have another plate." The old man said with a smile.

"Okay, it doesn't matter how many plates you eat." Xiaodangjia and Dudu took the plates and handed them to the old man.

"Hehe, I can't eat that much."

"Since this smelly old man is hungry, you can feed him as hard as you can, and you can make up the number of dishes."

"Takeo, what are you doing here?"

It was Takeo who spoke, and at this time he was full of spring, smoking a cigarette, and squinting: "It's really rare that no one cares about Yangquan Restaurant, a famous restaurant in Guangzhou, but it's true, and the blame is to blame him for being injured at an important time." Let’s meet Master Di.”

Ignoring the anger of the young masters and the others, Takeo turned back while playing with the pipe: "Okay, no matter how much you eat, you can't catch up with us, poor people."

At this moment, there was a commotion from the crowd.

"Why would someone from the yamen come here?"

Takeo stopped and turned around.

Seeing them, the old man said, "You guys are here, come and try the fried dumplings here too, it's delicious."

A group of people from the yamen walked behind the old man, knelt down on one knee, and said respectfully.

"The governor of Guangdong has repeatedly told you that you must protect your safety, sir. You are really disturbing us by running around like this, Master Longman."

"what!!"

Jifu was shocked.

Takeo froze.

After hearing this, the citizens next to him were also surprised and couldn't say a word.

(End of this chapter)