Fame starts with the radio

Chapter 389
What he said is simple, but it is not easy to make it. The ratio of oil, chili powder, vinegar, salt, monosodium glutamate, chicken essence, pepper noodles, sesame oil, etc. is very important. If there is more or less of a certain one, the final product will come out The taste is different, the taste is different, and the taste in the mouth of the diners is also different.

And he didn't mention the most critical part of pickling.

"Boss, am I early enough today? Hahaha... Come, come, everyone sit down."

While tasting the food, Ling Yun, Fatty and the others heard the commotion outside the shop. When they looked up, they saw a regular customer, Lao Cui, walking into the shop with a big gold chain and a big gold watch laughing. Behind him, a group of people followed.

Lao Cui retired from a large company in his 50s. It is said that he has achieved financial freedom long ago. After returning home, his hobbies began to change. string.

Strictly speaking, his home is not close to the No. [-] Building in the World. He also passed by it on his morning jog, and he couldn't leave it after eating fried rice with eggs.

He not only wanted to eat it himself, but also recommended it to other friends, so today, he not only came here by himself, but also brought many friends. Most of these people are also the same age as Lao Cui, and they should also be retired senior officials.

"I can tell you that there are three big pots of rice in this place every day, and they will be gone when they are sold out."

Old Cui smiled and greeted the friends he brought along to do well one by one, seven or eight people would not mind crowding around a table.

"Boss, let us each have three bowls first!"

When Lao Cui ordered food, a friend pushed him and muttered softly.

"Let's have one bowl for each person. If it doesn't taste good, it will be wasted. I think the price is quite expensive. Besides, even if it's delicious, each of us can't eat three bowls."

"Old Hu, don't worry. There is nothing bad here, only not enough. This... well, you will know what I mean after a while."

Lao Cui waved his hand, was taking apart his chopsticks, when he suddenly saw the small dishes on Ling Yun's table, his eyes widened immediately.

"Hey, Boss Ling, is there a new dish today? This is really unusual. I have eaten in your store for a month, and I have never seen anything other than fried rice with eggs. Come, come, give us a piece too Try it."

"This is a new dish, 100 per serving."

"100? This... this cold cucumber... 100 yuan?"

The old men behind were all crazy, one of them grabbed Old Cui and whispered in his ear.

"Forget it, let's try this fried rice with eggs. We are not short of money, but we can't make people fool us. No matter how delicious this broken cucumber is, it's not worth 100 yuan!"

"It's okay, I believe in Boss Ling's level! Let's treat it as an early adopter today. If it doesn't taste good, it's a big deal and you don't want to eat it."

Old Cui smiled, and proudly took out a stack of money and patted it on the table.

Then... everyone went crazy again.

Under their staring eyes, they saw Ling Yun took a palm-sized small saucer, picked up a dozen slices of cucumber from the previous basin, and put it on their table...

The old man named Lao Hu couldn't bear it anymore...

"I said boss, are you not as deceitful as you? We can bear it for 100 yuan a piece, and you give us just a few slices of cucumber? Come on, you count, are there ten slices here?"

"I just counted, eleven pieces..."

"I……"

Ling Yun's indifference made Old Hu Qi's blood pressure go off the charts. He used to be the leader of a certain bureau, who the hell dared to take him so lightly? He was about to slap his arm and PK with Ling Yun's real person immediately, so he was stopped by other uncles .

"Forget about Lao Hu, the bosses of restaurants that eat food usually have eccentricities, bear with it..."

"It's Lao Hu, let's come all the way to have a meal, don't eat before you get angry."

"It's just this trip when you suffer a loss, old Hu calms down."

……

The old Hu blows his beard and stares away from other people's arms, and points at Ling Yun and curses.

"Even if he is the God of Cookery, even if he cooks dragon meat, I, Lao Hu, will not eat it today!!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard noises from outside, and then college students in twos and threes began to pour into the store.

"Boss, one serving of egg fried rice..."

"Boss, I have these two..."

"I want two too..."

……

Hulala, in just two or three minutes, all the remaining tables in the store were filled, and the students who had no seats began to look for places...

Those who sat on the steps, those who stood against the pillars, and those who brought their own ponytails, and even a student who sat directly on the ground...

This scene frightened Lao Hu into a fool. He opened his mouth for a long time and didn't recover. Lao Cui explained to him with a smile.

"I was scared when I came here for the first time, but it's okay. This is the students in the university town after school. The store sells three big pots every day. When they are sold out, they will be gone. So these students come to grab the seats. If you come early, you can Eat, if you are late, you will have to go tomorrow."

"This egg fried rice also costs 50 yuan, are these students so rich now?"

"What a fart, don't they spend it on their parents? When we were in college, the living expenses were only 100 yuan a month. I still remember that there was a child in the class whose father was a coal boss, and it was only 500 yuan a month. Look now For this child, the minimum monthly living expenses are 3000 yuan..."

Old Cui smiled and picked up a slice of cucumber with some pride.

"Hey, now you know why I ordered three servings for each of us, right? If we ordered one serving, we'll be gone if we want to eat it after we finish eating."

Old Hu was still a little uneasy, and hummed.

"Even if you can't grab it, you don't need to order three servings. Can we finish this meal? Isn't this a waste?"

While talking, I saw Qingqing coming with egg fried rice on the dining plate, seeing the egg fried rice, Lao Hu's blood pressure went up again.

"This is 50 yuan egg fried rice? Feed the chicken? Why don't you just serve it to me without a spoon?"

The bowl on the plate is white and transparent, small and exquisite, yes, it is small...

This bowl is about the size of an adult's fist. For northerners who are used to eating old bowls, this can't be called a bowl at all...

Old Cui knew that Lao Hu was going to have another attack, so he got up and grabbed him.

"Old Hu, calm down, there's only such a big bowl..."

……

After finally persuading Lao Hu, a female college student next to her opened her eyes and shouted in surprise in non-standard Mandarin.

"Wow, boss, your yellow hair (cucumber) is really delicious!"

Then other students joined in.

"Yeah, this taste is very strong, it's perfect with egg fried rice! It's too good for rice!"

"Yes, it's delicious, but the amount is a bit small..."

……

Old Cui swallowed his saliva, and couldn't care about Lao Hu at the moment. He picked up a cucumber and stuffed it into his mouth, and cried instantly...

"Old Hu, it's really delicious, hurry up and try it!!!"

"Hmph! Me! Old Hu! I won't eat even if I'm starving to death!!!"

Old Hu snorted and didn't move. The others were not polite, and immediately took cucumber slices and stuffed them into their mouths to taste, and then their eyes widened.

(End of this chapter)