Bai Xiaoxu looked puzzled and went to the back of the stall to inspect the ingredients for the second time.

The space for activities was too small, and now another person was crammed in. 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, more than a pair.

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 and sat side by side with Zhong Yu, looking across everything at the stars.

After a leisurely silence for a while, Zhong Yu suddenly moved and raised his elbow sideways: "There is someone opposite who has been looking at you for a long time."

When Qiu Qiu heard this, he lowered his head and met the man's gaze.

In front of the stall diagonally opposite, a young man with a hair tie had a stinky face and gave him a provocative middle finger.

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

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

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

"...What are you doing?" Zhong Yu laughed.

Qiu Qiu thought for a while: "I don't know either. When I was setting up the stall yesterday, he came to me and told me that he was a 'strong rival'. After saying that, he left before I had time to ask."

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

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

Seeing the guardian's face darken, Qiu Qiu said slowly: "You don't know either?"

He paused and said, "Okay, that's okay."

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

As soon as he finished speaking, the powerful enemy suddenly rushed out of the door like a scumbag in a quarrel and ran into the heroine in the pouring rain. She ran and cried while shouting at the terminal: "Mom——"

Zhong Yu and Qiu Qiu: "..."

…

Sanglu was really crushed at this moment.

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

The ingredients that were prepared in advance last night were placed in the freezer, the stock was boiled, and the side dishes and pickled products were placed in the crisper... Everything was done in an orderly manner, and no one expected any accidents.

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

After checking, it was found that there was something wrong with the energy box in the freezer. It had not been working, leaving the ingredients suffocating in such hot weather all day.

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

When Sanglu heard the news, he was completely confused. He turned around and ran out to call his mother.

He cried sadly, and his mother comforted him in the terminal at a loss, saying that she would rush over with new ingredients right away.

"It's too late!" Sanglu burst into tears and said, "The day lily will be cold by the time you get here! Do you know how congested it is outside!?"

"Then what should we do?" The mother said carefully: "If the baby doesn't cry, no matter what, mom and dad will go on their way first, okay? Don't be anxious, if you really can't open the store later, our food is delicious, so don't worry about being late.

Right?"

Sanlu felt somewhat comforted by what he heard, but the second half of the sentence made him feel angry again.

"If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense! Don't be afraid of being late for delicious food, even one minute late is too late! How many times have I said that tourists have to vote today!"

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

"Ugh, I'm an hour late and I can't compete or rank. The tourists have all gone to other people's restaurants. No matter how delicious our food is, it can't make up for the time difference..."

Sanglu pursed his lips and said to himself, besides, there is a stall opposite that sells the same snacks as us.

From the day the lot was drawn, Sanglu had been hostile to the stall owner across from him. First, he couldn't stand his calm look, and it seemed like nothing could make him change his expression, making him look even more arrogant than him.

The man with facial paralysis would brag and be sarcastic at the same time, which severely hurt the young man's precious self-esteem during the written examination.

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

He secretly vowed to win a game at the food stall, so that the faceless person could see what really delicious snacks were, and let him know that people are different and that strength is the last word.

Rather than the ability to endorse.

But who could have imagined that such an accident would happen?

"Boss..." The last assistant who touched the freezer in the morning had been crying for a while, and now asked in a hoarse voice: "What should we do..."

Sanlu stopped crying and stared at the freezer with red eyes, feeling overwhelmed with emotion.

There was a deep silence behind the stall. Just when everyone was almost desperate, Sanlu gritted his teeth and said: "I'll go to the other side to borrow it."

"Boss!?" The assistant was shocked.

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

Usually when I encounter an odd customer in the store and leave a bad review, if the customer really ignores me, the little boss can chase that person and create seven or eight hundred chat records, like a tracking missile that won't end until it blows up the customer.

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

Sanglu was filled with bitterness, and he had no choice.

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

He doesn't have to compete for the top prizes, but he can't lag too far behind.

Once it is ranked in the middle or even lower reaches, his competitors will definitely criticize him on the website, saying that this is the true level of his store and that past good reviews are all fake.

If netizens don't have the patience to read his explanation and only accept the results, then the reputation he has worked so hard for the past two years will be destroyed in one day.

Now is not the time to act on impulse.

Sanglu thought that as long as he bowed his head and endured this period of time, when his parents came, he would be able to turn the tide with his strong strength.

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

"Um." His face was so red that it was bleeding, and his mouth was ajar: "Can you lend me some, um, ingredients?"

"What?" Qiu Qiu leaned forward and asked doubtfully.

He really didn't hear clearly.

It was quite noisy around. In the back kitchen, grandma started frying rice cakes, making a crackling sound. Bai Xiaoxu and Yan Xiaoyu didn’t know what they were squatting in front of the freezer, and the old man who delivered sour plums was dismantling the plastic cups for drinks.

It has to make a clattering noise.

But Sanlu felt that the other party was starting to humiliate him again. His face turned red with shame, and his tone became stiffer: "There is something wrong with the ingredients at my house. I want to borrow some from you."

Only then did Qiu Qiu understand. He turned around and knelt on a chair with one knee, supporting the tabletop of the stall with both hands, and got in halfway: "Grandma, do we have many things?"

Grandma was getting older and couldn't bear to see children suffering. After hearing about Sanlu's misfortune, she immediately softened her heart.

"There are plenty of chicken wings and egg yolks. Old Liu sent them here directly from Hong Kong yesterday. I plan to take them back to the store if I can't use them all." She said this without making any decisions for others, and lovingly touched Qiu Qiu's head: "

You make up your mind."

After that, he waved the spatula and went back to fry the rice dumplings.

Sanlu was very nervous.

Although the noodle stall owner was a bad person, he did not reject him immediately. Instead, he was talking to a man next to him.

In a sense, this is a good sign.

Sanglu kept convincing himself that as long as the other party agreed to borrow the ingredients, he could endure even being ridiculed for a few times. Who asked him to ask for help from others? It is not easy for anyone to get along in society. This is the so-called social animal...

"We discussed it and found that it will be difficult for you too," Qiu Qiu said.

Sanlu's nose felt sour and his vision immediately blurred. He tried not to let the tears fall. It was great that they were willing to consider him and could understand his mood. Sanglu thought that he had been so rude before.

"Thanks,"

"Five times." Qiu Qiu stretched out a palm and spread his fingers.

Sanglu swallowed back the rest of the word "thank you" and looked confused: "What five times?"

"The price," Qiu Qiu glanced at Zhong Yu and said seriously: "My friend said that there is a serious traffic jam outside, and it will take more than two hours for your goods to be shipped in at the fastest. But the event will start in an hour.

Already."

Zhong Yu lazily said: "I've been talking about less for two hours."

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

"No, these days, where can you find good citizens who are as enthusiastic as us?" Zhong Yu said with one hand in his pocket.

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

Sanlu: "………………"

Seeing Sanglu's blank face, Qiu Qiu thought he didn't understand. He thought for a while and said, "There is a word called 'strange goods can be lived in', which explains the economic principles here. Can you understand?"

Sanglu held a breath in his chest that was about to explode. He almost wanted to summon his parents to deal with this shameless person.

But in the end, he just nodded and agreed to the conditions with a straight face.

He transferred the account on the spot and took his assistants to carry the five boxes of ingredients handed over by Old Man Liu without saying a word.

After moving, he turned around to leave without even saying hello, but was stopped by Qiu Qiu.

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

Sanlu: "……………………"

Sanglu roared angrily: "I passed!!! What are you pulling!? I'll beat you up in a moment!! Damn it!!"

After saying that, he raised his middle finger and ran to the other side.

Qiu Qiu looked at it in confusion 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 made a gesture.

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

Sanlu had a cold face since he came back, like a balanced bomb placed on the edge of the table. Everyone carefully maintained its stability for fear of exploding.

"It's okay." After a while, he adjusted his mood and said, "We've got all the ingredients. If we cook them well, we'll definitely be able to compare with the other ones."

The assistants breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

"You have also seen the people across from you. They are either old people or children. The shopkeeper with facial paralysis has only learned to cook for a month. The man in black clothes next to him looks troublesome. He is also wearing gloves on his hands. He must be

I don’t know how to cook.” Sanglu analyzed: “It looks like a family workshop, so there’s nothing to worry about.”

An assistant was seizing the time to make preparations while nodding confidently: "Don't worry, boss, our stuff has never failed."

Sanglu softened his expression and said, "Well, let's take a look at the situation first."

The food stalls will open at eight o'clock, and the contestants of the cooking competition will gather at the podium at eight fifty, and there is still time in between.

When Sanglu lowered his head to look at the terminal, tourists on the road suddenly let out bursts of exclamations.

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

Someone reached out to pick it up, and saw light rain splashing in the palm of his hand, and three small purple virtual flowers bloomed or hung on the terminal bracelet.

The Summer Food Festival kicked off with the surprises and laughter of tourists. Only the stall owners complained: "It's not eight o'clock yet!? There are still ten minutes left!"

Weiyan District has always been a casual place, and everyone started to entertain guests after just a few complaints.

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

The salted egg yolk chicken wings are deep-fried, and as soon as the meat is dipped in flour, the overpowering aroma spreads far and wide, which is a great bargain in this situation.

After a while, Sanglu’s stall was filled with customers.

He and his assistants were busy together, and under the fumigation of hot oil, the tip of his nose soon started to sweat. After finally seeing off a group of guests, Sanglu took a breath and nervously went out to look at the lottery tube.

219 little flowers.

At the beginning of the event, everyone wanted to keep the flowers in their hands for a while so that they could make comparisons. Therefore, to achieve such results within a quarter of an hour after the opening, Sanlu thought it was pretty good.

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

Sanlu suddenly had an idea of ​​the numbers. The corners of his mouth raised, and his grin grew wider and wider. He jumped up happily, clenched his fist and waved vigorously.

Cool!

That is to say, what's the use of talking big? It's the hard work that shows the real results!

Sanglu hurried back to the kitchen, told his assistant a few words, and then trotted to the other side.

There were too many pedestrians blocking his view. He had to go and see how many flowers the paralyzed robber had taken? Wouldn't everyone vote for sympathy to respect the old and cherish the young...

Um?

Before Sanlu got close to the voting box, he was stunned for a moment.

There are so many people.

These are not all pedestrians?

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

"Is there a queue here? Is it delicious?"

“It’s delicious, salted egg yolk chicken wings, crispy rice noodles are also delicious, and vermicelli! Tofu!”

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

"Come on, let's take a bite, I bought three portions!"

…

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

Looking up, 563.

Even if he had been delayed for a few minutes, his store would definitely not have reached this number at this moment. It was almost double the difference.

But how is this possible!?

Sanlu's face turned pale, and he turned around to go back to his stall. He passed by two girls who were accompanying him on the way, and a few words fell into his ears.

“There’s no queue here, which is pretty good.”

"Let me try it... Well, it seems that the devil's version is more delicious. If I had known better, I would have bought two more portions -"

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

"There is also a small bag for bones, and this cardboard roll is also very convenient to take..."

"The little forks and spoons used to eat tofu and vermicelli are so cute."

"..."

Sanglu paused, was silent for a moment, and then ran towards the store.

There were countless things he wanted to say in his mind to refute - food is for eating, and taste is more important than anything else! Can a few more flavors and a few improvements in packaging make you boast like this!?

This is a loss of original intention!

"Boss?" When the assistant saw San Lu coming back like a gust of wind, his face turned ugly and he closed his mouth knowingly.

Sanglu didn't respond, turned around, took a finished piece of chicken wings from the dining table, and took a bite.

wrong.

The taste of salted egg yolk is wrong.

Sanglu's parents are in the food business and have connections that ordinary people don't have. They have always provided Sanlu's snack bar with high-quality ingredients at a lower price.

The most important one is salted egg yolk.

Their salted egg yolk has a thick, salty and oily taste, and the color looks authentic.

But although the salted egg yolk I bought from the stall owner across the street was of high quality, it was still inferior to what I used to use at home.

The finished product seemed to him to be missing something.

Not as good as the normal standard in his store.

It must be this reason that the sales of his snacks are not as good as those of the other side. With the same quality, of course everyone chooses the flashier ones... Sanlu comforted himself like this, but he couldn't suppress the reluctance.

Is it really delicious over there?

How much can you eat?

He is a serious professional graduated chef, how could he lose?

Just because his freezer was broken and he used inferior ingredients?

"Boss!" The assistant suddenly rushed in from outside, looking excited.

"Huh?" Sanlu glanced at him with red eyes.

"Your parents! Boss, your parents are here!" the assistant piped up: "They're bringing ingredients!!!"

Sanlu was stunned by the huge surprise and almost couldn't breathe: "Really!? So fast!???"

Sanglu's parents were not good-looking, but they were famous for doting on their son.

When they heard the communication, they were so anxious that they wished they could transform into rockets and fly to the venue so that their son could stop crying.

In order to deliver the things as quickly as possible, the two of them found connections, owed favors, took a car of a big shot, and even boarded the second-floor sky rail, so that they could arrive in such a short time.

Sanlu cried again, but now he stopped scolding his parents and praised them repeatedly.

But now is not the time to act coquettishly, everyone worked together to unload the egg yolks and quickly removed the last batch of products to show the true level of their restaurant.

Ten minutes later, the new product was finally ready, and Sanlu leaned helplessly on the facade.

There should be no problem this time.

The quality of the salted egg yolk on the opposite side is just that, and those with a long mouth can tell whether it is good or bad, and they will definitely turn over.

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

Sanglu nodded feebly, took the thermos cup, and took two sips. Then he left his parents in the store to help, and ran out to hear the reaction.

A tourist bought a piece of crispy rice that had just come out of the pot, took a bite, and said to his companion: "Hmm! It's not bad."

"Hey, give me some."

"Okay?"

"Okay. This store sounds familiar to me. Is it near the lighthouse?"

"It seems like I'll go eat there next time."

The two left chatting and laughing. Although they didn't vote for Xiaohua, Sanlu felt relieved for a while.

See, the taste of food is the most important thing.

The strings that had been tense all night finally relaxed a little. He leaned against the store, not wanting to see the grand scene of the paralyzed shop owner for the time being. He only listened to the praises of his own customers to calm down.

After all, there will be a game soon.

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

Sanlu subconsciously became vigilant.

The man wore sunglasses, his hair was permed and fluffy, and he had a good figure that is rare among ordinary people. He scanned the menu with interest, ordered chicken wings, and ordered rice dumplings.

The things were ready quickly. He stepped aside, handed the cardboard roll to an inconspicuous girl behind him, and 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 next to Sanglu, and this sentence came very close to him. Sanglu was about to raise the corner of his lips, but suddenly he heard the next sentence.

"...But the one on the other side is still more delicious." He said.

Sanlu's head buzzed.

The pressure all night was like a flood, bursting suddenly at this moment.

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

The man looked at him, his eyes couldn't be seen clearly behind his sunglasses, but his surprise was clear.

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

Ordinary people generally avoid excessive quarrels with others. In situations like this, it is usually okay to just say "personal taste".

But this person still wants to boast.

To Sanlu's ears, it was undoubtedly like a spoonful of hot oil poured on the flames.

"The quality of the egg yolks from the store opposite is definitely not as good as ours!" Sanlu's eyes darkened: "Moreover, what good things can you make by focusing on packaging? The owner of that store has only been learning cooking for a month!"

He was very emotional, and his voice broke slightly as he spoke, showing a stubborn embarrassment.

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

"Is it so difficult to admit that you are just not good enough?" he laughed.

Sanlu was stunned, he recognized this face.

He is a famous singer in the league.
Chapter completed!