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"This thing is 'Dongte', do you understand?" Sister Zhou said while gesturing, her expression very anxious.

Of course she knew the name of Masala.

Although she had never eaten it, she knew in her heart that it must be very unpalatable.

Even if it doesn't taste bad, you can't put it in drinks.

So she wants to stop the boss and not release masala.

However, the boss seems to have misunderstood...

"Oke Oke!"

The boss nodded, and then he scooped a big spoonful of yellow masala powder and added it all into the cup without saying a word.

"Oh my goodness, a lethal dose!"

Seeing the boss’s actions, the netizens were dumbfounded.

"Damn it!" Sister Zhou went berserk and yelled, "I don't want to drink anymore, Shen Xing, this cup is yours."

"Ah?" Shen Xing was stunned.

After adding the masala, the boss took another pot of water and added it to the cup, shaking it evenly.

Then, the boss made the second cup, following the same steps: cutting lemon, slicing ice, adding mint sauce, masala, and water.

But the second cup of masala has more than the first.

Sister Zhou was so upset that she wanted to cry: "If I had known earlier, I would have learned to speak the Indian dialect first!"

The boss held one cup in his left hand and one cup in his right hand, and shook both hands at the same time. After shaking for a long time, the finished product was finally ready!

The powder is yellow powder, the sauce is green sauce, and the water is transparent water, but in the boss's hands, it eventually magically turns into a gray-brown viscous liquid, as if it had burst out.

"Gift crab!"

"Fuck, can this stuff be drunk?"

“The only strategic partner designated by the Department of Gastroenterology!”

"Drink it quickly, and let the brothers have a taste!"

The netizens came to watch the fun and urged Sister Zhou and Shen Xing.

Sister Zhou and Shen Xing looked at each other and saw the panic in each other's eyes...

"Hey, so disgusting!" Sister Zhou took the lemonade from the boss and couldn't help but take a look at it.

The more I watch, the more nauseous I feel!

However, Shen Xing swallowed the whole glass of lemonade in one breath without saying anything. After finishing, he gave Sister Zhou a thumbs up, burped, and said, "Burp! It tastes great!"

"Is it true?" Sister Zhou was skeptical.

Shen Xing immediately swore, "I'd be a fool to lie to you. Even though it doesn't look good, it tastes really good!"

Hearing this, Sister Zhou no longer hesitated. She raised her glass and drank it in one gulp, just like Shen Xing did.

Then, Sister Zhou felt something sour, sticky and cold in her mouth. A spicy and pungent taste rushed straight to the top of her head. She couldn't help but cry and almost vomited out the overnight meal.

"Ugh! It's so unpalatable. How can you say it tastes good? Shen Xing, there's something wrong with your sense of taste!" Sister Zhou's facial features were almost twisted together, and the word "discomfort" was written all over her face.

"Hahahaha, it's a wonder this stuff tastes good!"

"It's all threadbare, ugh!"

"Bacilli are born in the stomach, brothers!"

"Sister Zhou is such a ruthless person!"

"Then Brother Xing is not Langmie?"

The netizens burst into laughter at Sister Zhou’s reaction.

Shen Xing pretended to know nothing and murmured, "Is it unpalatable? I think it's not bad. Maybe there's something wrong with my taste buds!"

In fact, he had already shut down his taste buds, so it was very easy for him to drink.

"You're awesome!" Sister Zhou couldn't help but give Shen Xing a thumbs up.

"Mané! Mané!"

Just then, the stall owner urged Sister Zhou and Shen Xing in an awkward foreign language.

"Damn, I don't have any money on me, what should I do?" Sister Zhou felt her trouser pocket and found that she had no money at all. This is not the real world, where can she get money?

Thinking of this, Sister Zhou couldn't help but back off: "How about we start a business together?"

After all, it is a virtual world, and everything in front of us is an illusion. It doesn’t matter whether you pay or not. As long as you exit the brain-computer, won’t everything be solved?

"Comrade Xiao Zhou, I have to criticize you. As a host, you must be honest. How can you do something like eating a free meal?"

Shen Xing immediately put on the look of a veteran cadre and lectured.

After saying that, he reached into his trouser pocket. The pocket was originally empty, but as Shen Xing reached in, he actually took out a stack of Indian banknotes!

"You!" Sister Zhou stared at Shen Xing, but she couldn't refute him. She could only grit her teeth and said, "You are right! We anchors must be honest and pay me!"

Shen Xing paid the money obediently, and then followed Sister Zhou and continued to stroll around.

At this moment, a fragrant smell floated into the noses of the two people. Sister Zhou sniffed it and immediately exclaimed: "Wow, what is this smell, it smells so good!"

"It's the one selling egg pancakes!" Shen Xing looked in the direction where the smell came from and found an egg pancake stall.

"Let's go, this is absolutely delicious!" Sister Zhou took Shen Xing's hand and ran over excitedly.

This egg pancake stall is doing a booming business, and is crowded with customers. The customers hold the egg pancakes in one hand and use the other hand as a tool to put them into their mouths, enjoying the meal to their heart's content.

The appearance of this egg pancake is only slightly better than the lemonade just now. It is crumbly, and most importantly, it is colorful.

Some are green, some are red, and some are even black. There are also some that are the normal egg color, but they are very rare.

Sister Zhou and Shen Xing took one look and felt something was wrong.

Normal egg pancakes are spread out and look quite complete; they cannot be so broken.

But if you smell it carefully, you will find that the taste is somewhat similar.

For a moment, both of them were in trouble.

Eat or not?

This is a problem!

"Gulu..."

Just then, Sister Zhou's stomach growled.

She hadn't eaten dinner yet, so Shen Xing called her here to experience Indian cuisine. It was normal for her to be hungry.

"How about giving it a try?" Sister Zhou couldn't help it.

"Go ahead and try it. I can do anything." Shen Xing nodded.

Sister Zhou squeezed straight to the stall without saying a word.

Shen Xing also followed her to the stall.

However, the two were instantly shocked by the magical skills of the guy who made the egg pancakes.

I saw the young man pouring oil into a round frying pan, then grabbed a handful of white and yellow crumbs and threw them on it.

Sister Zhou opened her eyes wide, and then she saw clearly that the thing was actually broken egg!

That’s right, it’s boiled eggs chopped into small pieces.

Then, the guy grabbed a handful of chopped coriander and sprinkled it on top. Then, he added onions, tomatoes, and green peppers and stir-fried them repeatedly.

So far, so good.

But at this moment, the guy suddenly started adding ingredients, mixing in all kinds of seasonings crazily. What's even more outrageous is that he even added raw egg liquid into it!

"Scrambled eggs? What kind of crazy operation is this?" Seeing this scene, Sister Zhou was dumbfounded.

But she is still too young, and more shocking things are yet to come.

The guy stir-fried for a long time, then suddenly took out a bottle of drink from the side, opened the lid and poured the food into his mouth.

Suddenly, the green liquid acted like dye, turning the entire pot of scrambled eggs green!

"Holy crap, this is...Apple-flavored Fanta?"

Shen Xing was also stunned by the young man's skills.

Originally, the two thought that this was the limit, but the young man hadn't finished yet and grabbed a handful of egg crumbs and sprinkled them on top...