"I've heard of it, what do you mean?" Su Xinyuan didn't quite understand.

"Look. ”

Chen Feng pouted towards the door.

Jiang Ping's feet were dirty, full of mud, and there was a little lump of dirt on the threshold he had just stepped on.

As soon as the words ended, another guest came.

A big fat man, still holding a mobile phone holder in his hand, is live broadcasting.

Covering his nose, he walked in from Jiang Ping's side.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today I found a special restaurant hidden in a small street, brother, I have eaten all over Lingjiang, I really don't know that there is such a place?"

Seeing Su Xinyuan, who was pretending to be a cashier, his eyes lit up, and the camera began to approach her.

"I didn't expect there to be such a beautiful young lady, young lady, say hello to the old irons in my live broadcast room......"

Su Xinyuan smiled sweetly.

Chen Feng grabbed the peach blossom fan and stuck it on his waist, interrupting his journey to death.

"Hey, what are you going to eat?"

"Boss, what specialties do you have?"

Chen Feng said: "There are no special dishes, our family's specialty is heavy taste!"

The little fat man smiled: "It turns out that boss, you like heavy tastes, and I like it too." What is it exactly?"

"It's spicy, it's salty, it's bitter, it's smelly. By the way, it's also very expensive. ”

The little fat man was stunned, and the live broadcast room also exploded with laughter.

'This answer 666'

"Funny, the anchor, you know the boss, right?"

"Sure enough, it's a heavy taste, it turns out that this is not a restaurant, it's a condiment seller......

"There are so many condiments on the back shelf, the legendary proprietress special?"

Chen Feng thought for a while and said, "Spicy fried rice, two thousand plates, do you want to eat it?"

Now there is the most spicy left, and the ordinary spicy is 1000, counting Jiang Ping's share, the price is 2,000, which is just deducted.

"How much, two thousand?!" the little fat man's eyes were about to fall off.

Don't say this kind of roadside shop, even in the most upscale rich clubs in the capital, you don't dare to ask for 2,000 for a fried rice and fried noodles.

Of course, the kind of private club for the rich, although the fried rice will not be 2000, may still be given for free, but the threshold for entry is definitely not within the reach of a small anchor like him.

In the live broadcast room, it was also lively because of this price.

"It must have been acted, it must have been acted."

'Anchor, try 2,000 spicy egg fried rice!'

"Don't be cowardly, just dry, taste a bite, brother will brush the rocket for you!"

The little fat man is also very strange.

It stands to reason that this store is well decorated, and it is not a roadside stall that can be cheated and run.

Dare to drive 2000, is it really different?

After thinking about it, he said, "Boss, you see if this will work." If it's not spicy, I'll give it to you at the price of the usual fried noodles, and if it's spicy to me, I'll double the price!"

After a pause, he added confidently: "But in front of me, I can eat spicy food, and those hellish spicy on the street are not a problem!"

Chen Feng looked at Father-in-law Jiang who was snorting stinky tofu at the door.

If you really have land, you will have wealth, and the father-in-law of the land will come to the door to send money.

"Okay, fry him."

"Don't, boss, I've spent so much money, don't cut corners. ”

The little fat man is shrewd, thinking that if you put less seasoning, it will not be spicy when the time comes, so you should find a reason.

Chen Feng ignored him.

A spicy fried rice, even when Kumada eats it, he will sweat and pant.

The last time he tasted it, it really wasn't for people to eat.

If you have a whole serving of spices, the little fat man may die.

After a while, it was fried.

In good conscience, Su Xinyuan's cooking skills are still good.

The egg scrambled house has yellow eggs, shiny oil, plump rice grains, and emerald green vegetable leaves.

It looks good.

However, there was no chili pepper to be seen, and there was no red oil.

"Hey, boss, you're too perfunctory, isn't it?

As a food broadcaster, the little fat man has seen the world, and he has tasted a lot of 'hell spicy' and 'death spicy' 'delicacies'.

But without exception, they are all prepared with a large amount of chili powder, dried chili peppers, and chili oil.

The fried noodles in front of me are light and light, no matter how you look at it, I don't think it will be spicy.

I smelled it, and it didn't smell spicy.

"Do you taste it with your eyes?" Chen Feng took a glass of boiled water and put it in front of him.

"Boss, your attitude is very hanging, but I like it!"

The little fat man fixed the phone and said to the screen, "Ladies and gentlemen, then let me try this 2,000 pieces of fried noodles, how spicy it is!"

After speaking, he took a chopstick and stuffed it into his mouth.

In an instant, his face turned red, and large pieces of sweat oozed from his forehead.

His eyes widened suddenly, and he subconsciously wanted to spit out,

Then he covered his mouth with his hand.

The remnants of his sanity reminded him,

You can't spit it out, you can't spit it out, spit it out, and the four thousand will be gone!

Ten rockets will fly!

'The anchor's acting skills are too exaggerated, isn't it?'

'I follow an actor'

'Is the anchor going to perform and die on the spot?'

'It's really so spicy?......

The little fat man resisted the painful feeling of a volcanic eruption in his mouth, and reluctantly wanted to explain it to the audience in the camera.

offended the audience, and the rocket was also gone.

As a food broadcaster, he does often act.

Acting as delicious, acting as unpalatable, acting as if you are full and wanting to vomit, acting as if you don't want to eat but are very greedy......

But, now, swear to the lamp and use my live broadcast career as a block!

Really, it's so spicy!

"Each ......"

Just opened his mouth and inhaled air.

It's.

The air, with the spicy smell of volcanic magma, rushed straight into the trachea.

The little fat man coughed violently, and he didn't bother to pick up the mobile phone when it fell to the ground, so he picked up the water on the table and poured it violently.

I drank a glass of water in three or two sips, and I didn't ask Chen Feng for it, so I went directly to the kitchen counter, holding the cold water bottle and drinking it for a while.

I drank almost half of the pot of water, and the feeling of burning fire finally improved.

"Hiccup......

The fat man burped and said depressedly: "Boss, did you put industrial chemicals, why is it so spicy?"

"The boss made a secret spice. Chen Feng pointed to the spice shelf behind him, and then stretched out his hand: "2000 for a serving, double 4000, thank you for your patronage." ”

4,000 servings of fried rice and fried noodles......

No, one bite;

It's painful.

Even if it is a well-known anchor with a monthly income of more than 20,000, this is still very painful.

It's not just about money,

There's a little bit of humiliation when your IQ is humiliated.

The little fat man sighed and picked up his mobile phone, swiped 4,000 yuan, and then put the screenshot in the live broadcast room to prove that he was not a liar.

But the group still didn't believe it.

The way he was 'spicy' just now is too exaggerated.

"Do you want to try it again? This time it's a little less spicy. I'll only charge you half the price. Chen Feng said kindly.

"Brother, my IQ tells me that you are not an ordinary boss!" the little fat man said seriously with tears in his eyes.