Fried artichoke, sizzling tofu, grilled gluten, three snacks in one shop.

Get closer, and the fragrance is the signature.

Li Nanzi, who is accustomed to eating these snacks, can distinguish at a glance whether it is authentic or not, fresh or not, and details such as the hawker's technique and the placement of utensils are all based on it.

Li Nanzi endured his saliva, looked back at Wan Qi, who was a little hesitant, and said with a smile: "I don't know if big gourmets will pay attention to roadside stalls when they visit food, but many delicacies are in inconspicuous places, do you want to try them?"

The closer he got, the heavier the smell of oil smoke became, and Wan Qian pulled Li Nanzi aside and whispered, "Let's not talk about the taste, are the sanitary conditions clear?"

The delicious food is not only about the taste of the mouth, but also about the process from the selection of ingredients to the entrance. The selection of seeds, the selection of land, etc., are all considerations.

Wan Qian has been a reviewer for so many years, and he has strict requirements for food, and he really can't accept what such a small vendor can make.

"Okay, at least you can try the fried potatoes. Li Nanzi paused, she found that Wan Qian's face was expressionless, and explained: "Artichoke is potato, I don't know if you understand? Potatoes are peeled, washed, fried, and fried, there is basically no hygiene problem, as for the source of gluten and tofu, I don't know, you can not eat it!"

"Do you have to eat?"

Li Nanzi nodded, "There's no way I'm going to pose for a photo and then leave, right?"

Wan Qian frowned, there was a pungent smell in the thick oil smoke, and he turned around and coughed for a while.

Li Nanzi pinched his fingers, feeling a little guilty in his heart, isn't this a bit of a grudge to repay virtue?

It's just that being a human being still has to distinguish between good and evil. You can't hurt innocent people in order to keep your promise to idols, since it's a clean and innocent relationship, what are you afraid of?

"In this way, you wait for me in the distance, and I'll be right there! Thank you very much today, and I won't be in arrears, so I'll invite you to eat fish later!"

After Li Nanzi finished speaking, he found that Wan Qian seemed to have doubts between his eyebrows, and added: "Didn't you say that you came here for the rumored fish shop? I am quite familiar with Hannan's food, and I know that there is a fish hot pot that tastes very good, and it may be the one you want to go to......

Wan Qian suddenly didn't feel uncomfortable, and his heart was happy, and it was rare that Li Nanzi would take the initiative to approach.

"Are you talking about Bashan Fish Mansion?"

"Yes, it looks like you just want to go there! Great, you wait here for me!" Li Nanzi finished speaking, walked to the stall and took a photo, and asked for a fried artichoke.

Ten yuan a serving, the same price as sizzling tofu, a paper bowl can hold a lot. This taste good is good on the chili pepper and condiments, roasted gluten has the same gluten, many people can make the same taste, but fried artichoke, sizzling tofu can't, each store has the flavor of each store, the key is the mysterious chili.

Some people say that fried potatoes are appealing and have an addictive magic because of the poppy powder added to the chili peppers, which has a noticeable flavor.

Li Nanzi is not so in-depth, she just needs to tell fans where the attraction is delicious, how much, and how to eat.

"Boss, another grilled gluten!"

"Is there only one?" The boss glanced at Li Nanzi's back, smiled and did not speak.

Li Nanzi turned around and found that Wan Qian had come over, and he was immediately embarrassed to eat fried potatoes. "You...... Why did you get here?"

"I see you eat deliciously!"

"Do you want to eat?" Li Nanzi held up the paper bowl, and the remaining half of the fried potatoes were tied with three long sticks, and she was a little nervous about Wan Qi's choice.

The long golden strips in the paper bowl are wavy, looking firm and slightly crispy and slightly greasy, and each potato is stained with condiments such as chili flakes and coriander.

There is no appetite, but there is curiosity.

Wan Qian took the most edge of the skewer, took out a piece of artichoke and tasted it, and frowned when he entered it.

Without commenting, Wan Qian swallowed slowly under Li Nanzi's gaze, and then threw the skewer into the trash.

"How?"

"Got a folded ear?"

"Well, yes!" Li Nanzi didn't understand Wan Qi's sneering expression, and turned back to the boss and said, "Let's have two baked gluten, one of which should be baked a little crispy!"

Obviously, the other one was for Wan Qi, and he had mixed feelings after listening to it. There was not a moment when he wanted to refuse so much that he couldn't bear it, was embarrassed to speak, and didn't even dare to have a trace of disgust.

Li Nanzi's emotions were written on her face, she liked these snacks very much, and she ate every bite very satisfied.

Wan Qian frowned and said nothing, sometimes glancing at the gluten roasted slightly on the charcoal fire, and his heart seemed to feel like he was scorching.

"Do you still eat it?"

"No, no need!"

The boss took the plastic bottle of spice powder to taste, and asked as he made it: "Girl, how spicy should it be?"

Li Nanzi asked Wan Qian with a smile, and he hesitated for a while and said that it was medium and spicy.

"The one that is charred should be slightly spicy, and the other one is medium spicy!"

The twin lights of the black sedan lit up in his field of vision, and the savior waved at him. Seeing this, Wan Qian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Can you really eat medium spicy?"

"Oh, I don't like baked things, Xiao Feng eats medium spicy!" Wan Qian pointed to the boy not far away, believing that Li Nanzi still had some impressions.

Li Nanzi was stunned for a moment, and thought: Uh, I forgot, how can people travel alone when they are so rich? Wouldn't it be embarrassing for me to invite to dinner?

"What's wrong?"

"No... Nothing, that...... Does he like to eat these? A single roasted gluten doesn't seem to be very good!"

Wan Qian shook his head, "He still has to drive, one is enough." Normally, I don't allow him to eat snacks!"

After this sentence, there were no other words.

Li Nanzi finished eating the fried potatoes, pinched two sticks of roasted gluten and walked out, and the closer he got to Wan Qi's car, the more regretful he regretted his choice.

Why do you want to invite him to dinner? Aren't you embarrassed that people are so far away from you? You don't think it's good to owe favors, maybe people don't care about these small favors at all. He also brought an assistant, can this boss and assistant eat together? Even if they could, wouldn't I be embarrassed if the assistant settled the bill later?

Wan Qian found that Li Nanzi was getting more and more dull, and asked with a smile: "Is my assistant a little in the way?" If his presence makes you uncomfortable, I can let him go back!"

"Oh? no, no!"

"Then Miss Li is going to invite two people to dinner, and she has to break the bill again!"

Li Nanzi was stunned for a moment, and then smirked. "You don't have to worry about that, as long as you two want to!"

Wan Qian knew that there was still a little bit that he hadn't mentioned, and said calmly: "Xiao Feng is also my friend, and most of my cooking words are shared with him, so there is no restraint from superiors and subordinates!"

Li Nanzi completely relaxed and smiled: "Oh, that's good!"

"If Miss Li is willing, the three of us can become very good friends!" Wan Qian beckoned to Xiao Feng, and when he came over, he asked, "You can eat medium spicy, right?"

Xiao Feng was a little confused, but still nodded. "Yes, I can still eat super spicy!"

Li Nanzi smiled and handed the baked gluten to Xiao Feng, and said a little shyly: "This baked gluten is not bad!"

"Thank you, Miss Li!" Xiao Feng took it and looked at the boss and smiled. "I haven't eaten baked gluten in a long time, it looks so tempting!"

"That's... Do you like fish?"

Xiao Feng understood, and the boss had already said it briefly on the text message. "Like, I'm hardly a picky eater. Why, does Miss Li know which good store it is?"