"Okay, wait a minute, you three. This is the most famous dish in our Mian Yuan City. You can tell that you are a gourmet connoisseur!"
Is there really crispy duck cake? Yuehua was surprised, Daiyuan was surprised! They both looked at Ruhua at the same time, as if they were discovering a new world or looking at a monster.
"I, I really haven't been here before." Ruhua looked at her and didn't know what to say.
"I believe you, my Ruhua family never lies." Dai Yuan said.
Do I lie all the time? Just occasionally. Isn't it for your own good? Yuehua thought, return my home like a flower, why don't you tell my Yuehua, huh, I have to hide the banknotes for a while.
, let you suffer a little.
After a while, the crispy duck cakes were served. This crispy duck cake is made by filling the duck with oil inside and outside, roasting it until it is crispy, thin and tender, and then rolled with a special kind of gluten to eat. It is similar to Beijing roast duck.
predecessor.
Dai Yuan's mouth was full of oil after eating, not like a princess at all.
"What are you afraid of?" When Yuehua signaled Dai Yuan to wipe her mouth, Dai Yuan said this.
Yes, you are indeed one of your own. In front of your own people, your identity is not important, and it doesn't matter if you look ugly. Just be comfortable and comfortable.
"Ruhua, what's wrong with you?" Dai Yuan asked.
I saw Ruhua eating crispy duck cakes without saying a word, deep in thought.
"I just suddenly felt very sad, and I couldn't tell where I was sad."
"You are too sentimental." Yuehua said.
Before the meal was finished, I saw four people walking in from the stairs, led by an old man, walking towards the table where they were eating, with a smile in his eyes, but it seemed to be a malicious smile.
"Young Master, you're very polite." The old man nodded and bowed, indicating that he most likely had something to ask for.
"You're welcome." Yuehua said.
"I'm talking to this young master." The old man pointed at Ruhua.
Uh... Yuehua is so shameless.
"I wonder if the young master is willing to join our troupe. I am willing to give him 50% of the income from each performance."
It turns out that this old man is the boss of the theater troupe where he just had a small audition.
"Thank you for your kindness, old man. I sang that scene just because my son wanted to eat crispy duck cakes. Now that he has eaten crispy duck cakes, I don't have to sing anymore, and I won't sing for any reason anymore, unless it's for my family.
Young Master." Ruhua stood up and politely refused.