Big Devil Slime it's soft

Bai Xiaoxu went to the back of the stall to inspect the ingredients for the second time with a puzzled expression on his face.

The activity space was too small, and now another one was crammed in, so Qiu Qiu moved an extra chair and sat outside the stall like an extra person.

After a while, Zhong Yu also came over with chairs, and they were in pairs.

The night sky has turned deep purple, the sky is full of lights, and the roads are full of tourists.

Qiu Qiu raised his head, sat side by side with Zhong Yu, and looked at the starry sky across everything.

After a leisurely silence for a while, Zhong Yu suddenly moved and raised his elbows horizontally: "There is a person on the opposite side who has been watching you for a long time."

Qiu Qiu lowered his head when he heard the words, and met the man's gaze.

In front of the stall diagonally opposite, a boy with a hair tie was making a face, and gave him the middle finger provocatively.

After confirming that Qiu Qiu had accurately received his contempt, he turned around contentedly.

"Who is this?" Zhong Yu raised his eyebrows.

"Ah, he is a 'strong enemy'." Qiu Qiu said.

"...How dare you?" Zhong Yu laughed.

Qiu Qiu thought for a while: "I don't know either. When setting up the booth yesterday, he came to me and said that he was a 'rival'. He left after he finished speaking, and I didn't have time to ask."

As he said that, Qiu Qiu leaned to the side and said quietly: "Actually, I don't think he is very powerful at all. He doesn't even know that the substance in pineapple that can make meat more tender is protease."

Zhong Yu, who also didn't know: "..."

Qiu Qiu saw the guardian's expression darkened, and said slowly: "You don't know either?"

He paused and said, "Well, it's nothing."

"It's really nothing." Qiu Qiu pointed to the opposite side: "Look at the strong opponent, he is still very confident."

As soon as the voice fell, the heroine suddenly ran out like a scumbag who couldn't beat the quarrel and rushed out into the torrential rain, shouting at the terminal while running, "Mom—"

Zhong Yu and Qiu Qiu: "..."

……

Sang Lu is really broken at the moment.

Unlike the other side, they came here early this morning and were busy making preparations.

The ingredients prepared in advance last night were put in the freezer to freeze, the broth was boiled, and the side dishes and pickled products were put in the fresh-keeping cabinet...Everything was done in an orderly manner, and no one expected that there would be an accident.

Just now, an assistant went to get the frozen salted egg yolk, opened the lid of the freezer and found that it was hot inside, and my heart was half cold on the spot.

After inspection, it was found that there was a problem with the energy box of the freezer, which had not been working, making the ingredients stuffy all day in such hot weather.

The assistant reluctantly took it out and smelled it for a long time, and even tried cooking it, and found that it was really slightly spoiled.

When Sang Lu heard the news, he was completely bewildered, so he turned around and ran out to call his mother.

He cried sadly, and his mother comforted him helplessly in the terminal, saying that he would rush over with new ingredients immediately.

"It's too late!" Sang Lu snotted and burst into tears: "The day lily will be cold when you come! Do you know how congested it is outside!?"

"Then what should I do?" Mom said cautiously: "Baby don't cry, no matter what, Mom and Dad will go on the road first, okay? Don't worry, if you can't, open the store later. Our food is delicious, and you don't have to worry about being late. right?"

Sang Lu felt a little comforted at first, but the second half of the sentence made him angry again.

"If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense! You are not afraid of being late for something delicious, even if it is 1 minute late! How many times have I said it, today tourists have to vote!"

"Okay, okay... Mom doesn't understand, baby, don't be angry..."

"Hey, I'm an hour late, what kind of competition and ranking do I have? The tourists are all going to vote for other people's homes. No matter how delicious our home's food is, it can't make up for the time difference..."

Sang Lu pursed his lips and said to himself, besides, there is a stall selling the same snacks as us on the opposite side.

From the day the lottery was drawn, Sang Lu has been hostile to the opposite stall owner.One is that I can't understand his calm look, as if nothing can make him change his expression, and he looks more attractive than him.

Facial paralysis can also brag and sarcasm at the same time, and even severely stabbed the boy's precious self-esteem during the written test.

Sang Lu held his broken heart, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became. At home at night, he hugged the pillow and pretended to have a paralyzed face, and beat him hard for half an hour before he vented.

He secretly vowed to win the next game at the food stall, to show that paralyzed man what a really delicious snack is, and to let him know that people are different, and strength is the last word.

Rather than the ability to endorse.

But who would have thought that such an accident would happen?

"Boss..." The last assistant who touched the freezer in the morning also cried for a long time, and now asked hoarsely, "What should we do..."

Sang Lu stopped crying, and stared at the freezer with red eyes, feeling overwhelmed.

There was a dead silence behind the booth, and when everyone was almost desperate, Sang Lu gritted his teeth and said, "I'll borrow from the other side."

"Boss!?" The assistant was shocked.

They all know that the boss is young and has a good face, and he can't bear grievances the most.

I usually meet strange customers in the store and give a bad review. If the other party is really ignorant, the small boss can chase that person and make seven or eight hundred chat records, like a tracking missile that can't end without blowing up the other party.

Today, he was able to lower his face and bow his head to the person he actively provoked?

Sang Lu was full of bitterness, and there was nothing he could do.

According to the rules announced by the organizer in advance, the number of votes cast by tourists will be announced after the event, which is very transparent.

He can not compete for the top prizes, but he can't fall behind too much.

Once he is ranked in the middle or even downstream, his competitors will definitely blackmail him on the website, saying that this is the real level of his store, and the previous good reviews are all false.

Netizens are impatient to read his defense and only accept the result, then his reputation that he has worked hard for for nearly two years will be destroyed in one go.

Now is not the time to be impulsive.

Sang Lu thought, as long as he bowed his head and survived this period of time, when his parents came, he would definitely be able to turn the tide with his excellent strength.

The young man took a deep breath, looking forward to death, walked through the crowd to the opposite side.

"That." His face was so red that it was about to bleed, and his mouth was opened a crack: "Can you. Lend me some, that, ingredients."

"What?" Qiu Qiu leaned forward, wondering.

He really didn't hear clearly.

The surrounding area is quite noisy, and the grandma in the back kitchen is starting to fry the rice crackers, making crackling noises.Bai Xiaoxu and Yan Xiaoyu didn't know why they were arguing squatting in front of the freezer, and the old man who delivered the sour plums was dismantling the plastic cups for drinks, making a loud noise.

But Sang Lu felt that the other party started to humiliate him again, his face flushed with shame, and his tone became more and more rigid: "There is something wrong with the ingredients in my house. I want to borrow some from you."

Only then did Qiu Qiu understand, turned around and knelt on the chair with one knee, propped his hands on the table top of the booth, and got half of his body inside: "Grandma—do we have a lot of things?"

Grandma is getting old, and she can't see children suffering the most. After hearing about Sanglu's misfortune, she immediately softened her heart.

"There are a lot of chicken wings and egg yolks. Yesterday, Lao Liu left Hong Kong and sent them here directly. I plan to bring them back to the store if I don't run out." After she finished speaking, she didn't make decisions for others, and lovingly touched the top of Qiu Qiu's head: " Make up your mind."

After all, he waved the spatula and went back to fry the rice crust.

Sang Lu was very nervous.

Although the owner of the noodle stall was a bad person, he didn't immediately reject him. Instead, he was whispering to a man beside him.

In a sense, this is a good sign.

Sang Lu kept persuading himself that as long as the other party agreed to borrow ingredients, he could bear even being ridiculed.Who made him ask for something?It's not easy for anyone to mix in society, this is the so-called social animal...

"Let's discuss it and think it's not easy for you," Qiu Qiu said.

Sang Lu's nose was sore, his vision blurred immediately, and he tried not to let the tears fall.Great, they are willing to be considerate of him and understand his mood.Sang Lu thought, he was really rude before.

"Thanks,"

"Five times." Qiu Qiu extended a slap and separated his five fingers.

Sang Lu swallowed back the remaining word of thanks, with a blank expression on his face: "What five times?"

"Price." Qiu Qiu glanced at Zhong Yu and said seriously: "My friend said that the traffic jam outside is serious now, and it will take more than two hours for your goods to be delivered at the fastest. But the event will start in one hour. gone."

Zhong Yu lazily said: "Two hours are too short."

"Everyone in the venue is in a competitive relationship. Even if you want to borrow from others, they may not give it to you. And they may not have the ingredients you need." Qiu Qiu continued.

"No, these days, where are you going to find such enthusiastic and good citizens like us?" Zhong Yu said with one hand in his pocket.

"The number of votes tonight is very important to you, so you need these ingredients urgently." Qiu Qiu stood up: "So we sell you five times the price, because it is a rare commodity."

Sang Lu: "..."

Seeing Sang Lu's blank face, Qiu Qiu thought he didn't understand, thought for a while and said, "There is a word called 'exotic goods can live', which explains the economic principle here. Can you understand?"

Sang Lu held his breath in his chest, about to explode, and almost wanted to call his parents to deal with this shameless person.

But in the end, he just put a blank face, nodded and agreed to the conditions.

He transferred the account on the spot, and led his assistants to carry the five boxes of ingredients that old man Liu handed over, without saying a word.

After moving, he didn't even say hello, turned around to leave, but was stopped by Qiu Qiu.

"By the way," Qiu Qiu said curiously, "I wanted to ask you just now, have you passed the written test?"

Sang Lu: "........."

Sang Lu yelled: "I passed!!! What are you dragging!? I will blow you up in a while!! Fuck!!!"

After speaking, he raised his middle finger and ran to the opposite side.

Qiu Qiu looked puzzled for a while, then leaned into Zhong Yu's ear and asked, "What does that gesture mean?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and gestured.

Zhong Yu opened his round middle finger and clicked his tongue: "Come on. Isn't that a strong enemy? I want to compete with you and show respect."

Qiu Qiu looked at him and slowly narrowed his eyes.

-

The number of tourists is gradually increasing, and the start time of the event is getting closer and closer.

Sang Lu's face has been cold since he came back, like a balance bomb resting on the edge of the table, and everyone carefully maintains its stability, for fear of blowing it up.

"It's okay." After a while, he adjusted his mood first: "The ingredients are all brought back, let's do it well, and we will definitely be able to compare with the other side."

All the assistants breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

"You have also seen the person on the opposite side. It is either an old man or a child. The shopkeeper with facial paralysis has only learned to cook for a month. The man in black next to him is not easy to mess with. He still wears gloves on his hands. Can't cook." Sang Lu analyzed: "It looks like a family workshop, so nothing to worry about."

An assistant seized the time to make preparations, and nodded confidently: "Don't worry, boss, our family has never lost anything."

Sang Lu eased his expression and said, "Well, let's see the situation first."

The food stalls opened at [-]:[-], and the contestants of the cooking competition had to gather at the rostrum at [-]:[-], and there was still time in between.

Sang Lu looked down at the kung fu of the terminal, and the tourists on the road suddenly exclaimed.

Looking up, the sky exploded with golden fireworks, and the tails of the fireworks fell like light rain.

Someone reaches out to pick it up, and sees the light rain splashing in the palm of the hand, and three purple virtual flowers bloom, or hang on the terminal bracelet.

The summer food festival kicked off with surprises and laughter from the tourists, but the stall owners complained one by one: "It's not even eight o'clock yet!? It's still 10 minutes away!"

Weiyan District has always been casual, and after everyone complained, they enthusiastically entertained guests.

Although Zone F is not too close to the entrance, there are many people entering the venue early, so it is not considered a disadvantage at this moment.

The chicken wings with salted egg yolk are deep-fried. Once the meat is dipped in flour, the overbearing aroma will spread far away in an instant. It is very cheap on this occasion.

After a while, customers gathered in front of Sanglu's booth.

He was busy with his assistants, and under the hot oil fumigation, the tip of his nose soon became sweaty.After finally seeing off a group of guests, Sang Lu took a breath and nervously went out to look at the lottery.

219 small flowers.

At the beginning of the activity, everyone wanted to hide the flowers in their hands for a while, so as to make a comparison, so Sang Lu reckoned that it was not bad to have such a result in the first quarter of an hour.

Look at the stall selling milk tea on the left, there are only 59 flowers.Look at the stewed pork rice on the right, it's even worse, only 21 flowers.

Sang Lu suddenly had an idea of ​​the numbers, the corners of his mouth raised, his grin widened, he jumped up happily, and swung his fist vigorously.

Cool!

That is to say, what's the use of talking too much?It's still the real chapter of skill!

Sang Lu hurried back to the back kitchen, told his assistant a few words, then trotted towards the opposite side.

There were too many pedestrians blocking his view, so he had to go and see, how many flowers did the face-paralyzed robber take?Everyone voted for sympathy, respecting the old and loving the young, right...

Ok?

Sang Lu was dumbfounded before he got close to the voting cone.

There are many people.

These are not all pedestrians?

"Hahaha Devil's Restaurant, the name is so weird."

"Is this a queue? Ask if it's delicious?"

"It's delicious, salted egg yolk chicken wings, crispy rice is also delicious, and vermicelli! Tofu!"

"I can't do it just because of the smell...I haven't eaten since noon yesterday for tonight..."

"Come here, Xianxian has a taste, I bought three copies!"

……

Sang Lu was pushed aside, and when he finally touched the lottery, he was already a little panicked.

Looking up, 563.

Even if he was delayed for a few minutes, his store definitely didn't reach that number at the moment.Almost doubled.

But how is this possible! ?

Sang Lu's face turned pale, and he turned back to his stall. On the way, he passed by two girls who were accompanying him, and a few words fell into his ears.

"There is no need to queue here, which is also very good."

"I'll try it... Well, it seems that the devil's taste is better. If I knew it, I would have bought two more..."

"Yes, and there are several flavors of demons, each of which is really different even in the details~"

"There is also a small bag for bones, and this hard paper roll is also very convenient..."

"The small fork and spoon for eating tofu and vermicelli are so cute."

"..."

Sang Lu paused, remained silent for a moment, and ran towards the store.

There are countless words in his mind to refute - food is for eating, taste is more important than anything else!A few more flavors and a few improvements in packaging can make you boast like this! ?

This is a loss of heart!

"Boss?" Seeing Sang Lu coming back like a gust of wind, the assistant closed his mouth tactfully with an ugly expression on his face.

Sang Lu didn't respond, turned around, took a piece of finished product from the dining table where the chicken wings were placed, and took a bite.

wrong.

The salted egg yolk tasted wrong.

Sang Lu's parents are in the ingredients business, and they have connections that ordinary people don't have. They have been providing Sang Lu's snack bars with high-quality ingredients at a lower price.

One of the most important is the salted egg yolk.

His salted egg yolk has a strong taste, salty, fresh and oily, and the color looks authentic.

But the salted egg yolks I bought from the stall owner across the street were of the highest quality, but they were not as good as the ones my family used to use.

He himself felt that something was missing in the finished product.

Not as good as the normal level in his shop.

This must be the reason why his snacks are not as good as the opposite side.The same quality, of course everyone chooses the fancy things... Sang Lu comforted himself like this, but he couldn't suppress the unwillingness.

Is the opposite really delicious?

How much can you eat?

He is a professionally graduated chef, how could he lose?

Just because his freezer broke and he used sub-par ingredients?

"Boss!" The assistant rushed in from outside suddenly, his expression hard to hide his excitement.

"Huh?" Sang Lu glanced at him with red eyes.

"Your parents! Boss, your parents are here!" The assistant broke his voice: "Here comes with ingredients!!!"

Sang Lu was stunned by the huge surprise, almost out of breath: "Really!? So fast!???"

Sang Lu's parents are not good-looking, but they are well-known for doting on their son.

When the two of them heard the contact, they were so anxious that they wished they could fly to the venue as a rocket so that their son would not be in a hurry to cry.

In order to deliver the things as soon as possible, the two of them found a relationship, owed favors, took the car of a big man, and even got on the second-floor empty track, so they could arrive in such a short time.

Sang Lu cried again, but now he stopped scolding his parents and kept praising him.

It's just that now is not the time to be coquettish, everyone worked together to unload the egg yolks, and quickly removed the last batch of defective products, so as to show the true level of their restaurant.

After 10 minutes, the new product was finally ready, and Sang Lu leaned against the facade without any effort.

This time it should be fine.

The quality of the salted egg yolk on the opposite side is just like that. Those with long mouths can tell whether it is good or bad, and they will definitely stand up.

Just thinking about it, his mother came over and said distressedly: "Baby, drink some water..."

Sang Lu nodded feebly, took the thermos cup, and took two sips.Then I left my parents to help in the store, and ran out by myself, wanting to hear the reaction.

A tourist bought a freshly cooked crispy rice, took a bite, and said to his companion, "Yeah! It's not bad."

"Hey, give me some."

"OK?"

"Yes. This store sounds familiar, is it near the lighthouse?"

"It seems to be, next time to eat."

The two talked and laughed and left. Although they didn't vote for Xiao Hua, Sang Lu was still relieved for a while.

See, the taste of the food is what matters.

The strings that had been tense all night finally loosened a bit. He leaned against the side of the shop, not wanting to watch the grand occasion of the shop owner with the paralyzed face for the time being, but only listening to the compliments from his own guests to calm down his mood.

After all, there will be a game soon.

"Well, yours also sells salted egg yolk chicken wings." The young man walked to the booth, holding a cardboard box in his hand, which was the package from the store opposite.

Sang Lu subconsciously became vigilant.

The man wore sunglasses, his hair was permed fluffy, and his figure was uncommonly good among ordinary people.He scanned the menu with interest, ordered chicken wings, and rice crust.

The things were finished quickly, he moved aside, and conveniently stuffed the cardboard roll to an unremarkable girl behind him, picked up the chicken wings and took a bite.

The chicken juice flowed out, and he licked his lips in enjoyment.

"Well, it's not bad." The man was standing beside Sanglu, and these words came very close.Sang Lu was about to raise the corners of his lips when he heard the next sentence suddenly.

"...But the opposite side is better." He said.

Sang Lu's head buzzed.

The pressure of the night was like a flood, now bursting its banks.

At this moment, he couldn't control himself completely, and shouted: "How is it possible!?"

The man looked at him, his eyes hidden behind the sunglasses could not be seen clearly, but his surprise was obvious.

But he seemed to have a good temper, and smiled: "Oh, I'm telling the truth. And I have a strong tongue, and my taste is very popular."

Ordinary people generally avoid excessive quarrels with others. In a situation like this, it is usually fine to say "personal taste".

But this person still wants to boast.

To San Lu's ears, it was undoubtedly a spoonful of hot oil poured on the flame.

"The quality of the egg yolks at the store across the street is definitely not as good as ours!" Sang Lu's eyes darkened: "Also, if you put your mind on the packaging, what good things can you make? The owner of the store has only been learning cooking for a month!"

He was emotional, and his voice broke a little while he was talking, revealing a stubborn embarrassment.

The young man looked at him with a smile, took off his sunglasses for a while, and there was a little pity in his eyes.

"Is it that difficult to admit that you are not good enough?" He laughed.

Sang Lu was stunned, he recognized this face.

Is a well-known singer in the league.

Not only that, but he is also one of the judges of tonight's cooking competition.