Wang Xiali is a food blogger who ate the best bowl of fried rice in her life in Cloud City a day ago.

With nostalgia for food, she resolutely refunded the return ticket, she was conquered by this fried rice, and she decided to eat it again.

The next day, she waited for the man to appear, but she was disappointed.

The spicy man abandoned her, abandoned countless girls like her who were waiting for food, how could he do this!

Wang Xiali was almost so sad that she couldn't breathe!

Because, in order to enjoy that bowl of fried rice perfectly, she didn't eat for a day!

As a food blogger, foodie is her nature, and food is her nourishment!

She actually didn't eat two meals, and since she entered the industry, this is the most loss-making business she has ever made!

Also, yesterday and today, nothing she ate was fragrant, not even a bowl of high-grade tonkotsu ramen from country R just now failed to soothe her wounded heart.

"Unscrupulous stall owner, deceive my feelings!" Wang Xiali thought with hatred in her heart.

Suddenly, a familiar fragrance came from front of her, and her eyes suddenly lit up!

"Oops, don't squeeze, everyone has a share!"

"Uncle, you won't only sell fifty copies today!"

"Haha, there is no limit today, as many as you want!"

"Uncle, I'll buy ten points, you can add me a WeChat!"

"This girl, I don't sell my body, please be reserved!"

"Phew, how do you find a partner if you are reserved?"

..............

Familiar scents, familiar sounds, plus familiar faces!

Wang Xiali's tears are going to stay!

Finally, I've found you again!

She ran frantically towards the fried rice stall and shouted, "Boss, bring me ten servings!"

[, he's a ruthless man!]

[Isn't this Wang Xiali?

[I slot, it looks like I haven't eaten fried rice in eight lifetimes!]

[This....... She won't be conquered by the anchor's fried rice, right!]

[I'll go, it's really possible!]

[Awesome!The anchor eats all men and women!]

[Is this fried rice really that fragrant?]

..............

The food festival has a special statistician to count the data of each store.

Inside a house in Tianhua Plaza.

The room is full of surveillance interfaces, and almost all the scenes in the square are reflected in it.

Dozens of men and women in suits are staring intently at the screen on the interface, then typing down lines of data in their notebooks.

This data serves as proof of the "Most Popular Food" on a daily basis.

On the surveillance, in addition to the popularity of several well-known big stores, there is also a corner that is unusually eye-catching.

From the surveillance, this looks like an ordinary fried rice stall, but the slogan on it is a bit exaggerated, and the paper shell on the side reads "The world's first fried rice!"

What's even more surprising is that in front of this fried rice stall, there are three layers inside and three layers outside, surrounded by people!

And they're all young girls!

"What's so special about this fried rice?"

An old man with gray hair looked at the screen on the monitor and whispered to himself.

"Lao Wang, since you want to see it, go and see it,"

Another chubby old man spoke.

Wang Mingyue was silent for a moment, "Then I'll take a look, the world's No. 1 fried rice, it's very famous, but I don't know how it tastes." ”

So saying, he walked out the door.

As soon as I walked out of the door, another voice floated from behind me: "Remember to bring one for me!"

The old man's body shook and he almost fell.

"Lao Ning, if you want to eat, come with me!"

..............

Tianhua Plaza.

Seeing that the fried rice stalls are so popular, the stall owners of the surrounding food stalls have extremely resentful eyes.

[, I suspect that the anchor is a fried rice machine with wooden feelings. 】

[How long has this been fried, it has to be two hours, I haven't seen the anchor rest!]

[It's a robot!]

【Urine test recommended!】

[Is it really so delicious, I see that a guy has already lined up to buy five bowls!]

[Haha, he's a ruthless person, and you're also a ruthless person!]

[The owner of the casserole stall next door has died crying in the toilet. 】

.............

Five barrels of rice have been sold out in the pickup truck, but business is still unabated.

Yao Qian is still unhurried, and he is very steady in producing fried rice, and he is here to win the first place today.

Even if there are many people, he is not afraid.

When Wang Mingyue arrived at Yao Qian's fried rice stall, he was also taken aback by the popularity.

There were only a lot of people in the surveillance, but when he arrived at the scene, he felt the atmosphere!

He had never seen a situation where he could still fight in order to eat a piece of fried rice.

And it's two little girls.

If it weren't for the fried rice stall owner who gave two people a portion, he would have avoided making things bigger!

Is this fried rice really so delicious? These two little girls have never eaten it, and they can fight because of a bowl of rice?

That's an exaggeration.

He just wanted to try this fried rice with curiosity, but now, he was actually looking forward to it.

The eyes of the masses are bright, and since this fried rice is so popular, it must have its uniqueness.

So, full of anticipation, he stood at the back of the line.

The head chef of the dignified State Banquet Hotel actually lined up with a group of little girls to buy fried rice, if it spread, I don't know how many people in the industry will be shocked.

When he retired from the State Banquet Restaurant, a wealthy man spent 50 million a year to cook for his family, but he refused, but agreed to the re-employment of the Shenzhou Catering Association and started the work of cultivating talents.

If it were normal, Wang Mingyue would never appear on this kind of stall.

But today is different, the representatives of all kinds of cuisine originally gathered in Tianhua Square, and this fried rice can still be so popular, which means that there must be something special.

That's why he wanted to try it.

The queue moved slowly, and the closer they got to the stalls, the stronger the aroma of fried rice became.

Smelling this fragrance, Wang Mingyue couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

Finally got to the front, Wang Mingyue began to look at Yao Qian's methods and booths professionally.

As a qualified chef, no matter how busy you are, the countertop must be kept clean and tidy, so that the food can be hygienic.

Secondly, it is the cooking technique.

Turning the pot, turning the spoon, starting the dish, and serving are all exquisite, and a good chef has a set of actions that go smoothly without any delay, and the plate is also presentable, ensuring that the beauty of the food will not be destroyed.

With a scrutinizing gaze, Wang Mingyue began to look at Yao Qian more carefully.