"Ke, Ke Shen!" Sang Lu was frightened, pointed his hand forward and shouted.

The young man quickly put his sunglasses back, grabbed Sang Lu's shoulders, and carried him to the side with his arms around him.

"Sound down," he pressed his voice: "I want to kill me."

"Ke Ke Ke Ke Ke Ke Ke Ke Shen..." Sang Lu's eyes turned into mosquito coils, repeating a sentence meaninglessly.

As a singer, Ke Shen has a very "star-like" demeanor. Seeing Sang Lu like this, he couldn't help laughing.

"Come on." He waved to the female assistant behind him: "If it tastes delicious, you will know if it tastes."

As he said that, he handed him two snacks from the Devil's Restaurant opposite.

Sang Lu suddenly woke up.

His face darkened again, and he took the "cup" chicken wings first.

The paper rolled up and made an ice cream cone-like shape, and the chicken wings were placed inside.

When you hold it in your hand, the first feeling is that it is stable and convenient, because it has a heat insulation layer, which is neither thermally insulated nor hot.

Sanglu is very familiar with this kind of material when making takeaway. However, they use lunch boxes all year round, and they pay attention to "sealing" and "no leakage", and do not study how to easily carry them.

It would be better to say that most stores do not have this awareness - after all, it is just a one-night short event, so who would spend this effort?

A meeting opposite.

Some things must be experienced in person before you can feel your attentiveness.

Sang Lu pursed his lips and found that in addition to the packaging of the cardboard roll, there was also a small roll of strips of tin foil.

"This is something you can eat with," Ke Shen said, tearing up a small piece of tin foil, pinched the bones at one end of the chicken wings, picked them up, and shook them in front of Sang Lu: "Look, aren't your hands dirty?"

Sanglu: "…"

The Sanglu family provided bamboo sticks, which were exactly the same as the one given by selling pot crust. In fact, the bamboo sticks couldn't hold on to the chicken wings. He knew, but he didn't think so much.

Sang Lu struggled for a moment: "But we sent disinfectant and wipes."

"Well," Ke Shen took a bite of the chicken wings: "They have them too."

Sang Lu has nothing to say.

But he still couldn't accept such a reason.

So what if you are convenient and thoughtful, it’s just superficial effort. The most important thing about food is... well?

Sang Lu took a small bite and stopped moving.

After a while, I chewed the chicken wings.

"How is it? Is it delicious?" Ke Shen smiled: "There are also salted egg yolk fans, try it, it's also very good."

The mulberry road seems to have never heard of it.

These chicken wings are really delicious, especially delicious, even more delicious than what he is proud of...

The right thickness of the dough is, if it is burnt even if it is more, it will be too tender if it is less. It is crispy and suitable. It is completely integrated with the delicious gravy, and the dough fragrance dances wildly on the tip of the tongue.

The chicken wings are big and still smelly at the center. The tongue can't help but stretch between the two bones, and even the tender meat can taste the marinade fragrance.

Even the salted egg yolk he despises is not a flaw, but a perfect embellishment. The sandy egg yolk enriches the texture of the chicken wings, but it is not too heavy, making people feel like they are overwhelming.

This is a salted egg yolk chicken wing that no matter who tries it, you will find it perfect.

Sang Lu was silent in confusion, and after a moment he took the box of stewed fans.

The small fork is not big or small, and a portion of fans is like a small snow mountain on the lunch box, which is particularly cute.

If you taste it, it will be a taste that no one can tell.

There are hundreds of shops in the entire venue, and the shops and tourists weave together to form a grand summer night scene.

Sang Lu looked up and everyone smiled. It was the joy and satisfaction brought by delicious food, which they created together.

But no diner who left his shop seemed to be happier than the ones who came out opposite him.

Reason? It's just a matter of using your heart.

Sang Lu had forgotten the singer and judge. He was stunned for a while and suddenly ran out. He tried his best to pull away the diners in line, and his head was almost dropped before he reached the side of the front row.

As soon as I looked up, I almost ran into a bunch of old men and women. They each had a "chicken wing ice cream" and were marveling at the convenience of being easy to pick and delicious, and their wrinkles bloomed in laughter.

When they passed by, another mother and daughter came towards us. The little girl who was only at the height of her thighs held a fan box like a snow mountain and said sweetly: "Mom, mine is a blue fork. I like blue the most."

...

When Sanglu finally got in front of the sign, five minutes had passed.

He went up and saw that the number of small flowers had reached an astonishing 5,689.

Sang Lu almost didn't mention it in one breath.

This is no longer an excellent problem, it is simply a cliff-like gap!?

Whether it is business philosophy or cooking techniques, the few snacks from the Devil's Restaurant are almost impeccable.

This is the true level of facial paralysis?

So everything before was played by him!

Fortunately, he believed that he had just learned to cook for a month! He also said "100 Kitchen Tips that Newbie Must Know"! Ahhhhhh!

Sang Lu knew that he had lost his heart and had no idea, so he stood in front of the signing box.

In a mess, someone on the left shouted at him: "Hey, it's you."

Sang Lu turned his head in a messy manner in the wind.

Qiu Qiu carried a basket and looked at him curiously: "You are here to find me? The game time is coming, are you going to leave together?"

"Ah? Oh." Sanglu continued to be messy.

Sang Lu went back to get the ingredients for the competition for a while, and came out again, his face was dull, and he followed Qiu Qiu with his hands and feet.

While thinking about it, he walked over ten meters and finally came back to his senses and said with difficulty: "That, your snack is delicious."

"Yes." Qiu Qiu was happy: "Grandma has always been delicious when cooking. Today, Yan Xiaoyu helped her watch the stopwatch to remind the pot, and the fried food was just right."

"?" Sang Lu was stunned: "Didn't you do it?"

"No, I want to compete, it was made by my grandma." Qiu Qiu said proudly: "Grandma has been doing medicinal food for more than ten years and has a great skill in her hands."

“……………………”

Sang Lu subconsciously wanted to restore his proud state, such as saying, "What are your contributions?" But when he saw Qiu Qiu's expressionless side face, he suddenly fell down like a deflated ball.

It's better not to laugh at it.

Be alert.

Maybe.

This person always feels unfathomable.

Sang Lu thought to himself that maybe he was pretending to be stupid in all his past... The reason for his facial paralysis was because he had been transformed by human body, and was actually thirty meters tall, and he could drive a heavy devil mecha, his body entered a vacuum, kicked the stars with one kick, and exploded the Zerg and the wormhole to ashes...

Haha, how is that possible?

However, ten minutes later, Sanglu felt the malice from the world.

His dream idol was so admiring that Master Wang Wu, who wanted to set up a tablet of immortality at home and burn incense and worshipped him... he actually knew Qiu Qiu.

"I remember you. Are you actually a chef?" The master passed by the competition area and paused when he saw him and asked casually.

"Hello Master." Qiu Qiu raised his little face and said, "I just learned it not long."

Wang Wu once was dissatisfied with Qiu Qiu's false comments on a pie, and later proved that Qiu Qiu had a different taste and was not at fault.

Master Wang was indeed a little embarrassed at that time, but it had all disappeared at this moment.

He said sternly: "Studying is not a matter of a few days, it is a long-term accumulation. I will evaluate you truthfully."

Qiu Qiu said happily: "Thank you, Master."

After saying that, Wang Wu relaxed his face, as if he was satisfied with his reaction, and walked forward steadily.

The other two judges following him were Jiang Li and Ke Shen, who also looked over them without looking at each other.

Jiang Li seemed to have never seen Qiu Qiu before, and didn't even send half of his eyes; but Ke Shen had already walked two meters away, suddenly turned around, took off his sunglasses, and threw a charming look at Qiu Qiu.

Qiu Qiu: "?"

Qiu Qiu turned around and asked Sang Lu, who had not spoken, "What did his actions mean?"

Sanglu didn't respond.

"Mr. Sang? What's wrong with you?" Qiu Qiu poked Sang Road and saw the man performing a tear breaking through the dam on the spot, falling off, and quickly a pool of water accumulates under his feet.

"Ah..." Qiu Qiu was startled and jumped away quickly to avoid the pool of water. Then he saw Sang Lu rolling his eyes and fainting on the ground.

"Ah." Qiu Qiu finally expressed his regret in one word, watching Sang Lu be carried away by emergency personnel and feed him salt, sugar water.

This little episode did not affect the progress of the game.
To be continued...