Where Chen Mo's strange feeling came from, he couldn't tell clearly.

But I just feel that in this small alley, there shouldn't be only one of my own restaurants.

In the current environment, it should be more beneficial and meaningful for the development of Chinese cuisine.

......

"Everyone, please hurry up, the stall will be closed at 6 o'clock today. Friends queuing outside are about to close the store, and if you want to taste the food, please hurry up tomorrow. ”

Most of the people who come to the food house here are neighbors or repeat customers in the neighborhood, and after Chen Mo spoke, everyone consciously complied.

The diners in the hall stuck in time and wiped out the roast duck and other delicacies on hand.

The few diners queuing up outside could only complain a few words, and then dispersed.

The diners all left one after another, but there were two beautiful women with exquisite makeup at the door who never took a step.

Chen Mo came to the door, ready to close the door.

One of them, a tall and fashionably dressed beauty, stepped forward and stood very close to Chen Mo.

The strong smell of perfume made Chen Mo almost suffocated.

"Boss, don't be in a hurry to close the door, people finally brought their girlfriends over for dinner, don't be so..."

"Bang".

"Oops, hey!"

The beauty's freshly made nose was almost crooked by Chen Mo's door.

"Death, suspect!" the beauty rubbed her nose and scolded angrily, and stomped her feet at the door.

......

As for the dishes and chopsticks, just put them in the dishwasher provided by the kitchen of the food house, and leave the rest to the system.

The dishwasher not only washes dishes, but also disinfects and dries them after washing.

In addition to cooking by himself, there is also the hygiene of the hall, and Chen Mo does not need to worry about anything else.

The reason why the store was closed earlier today is mainly because Chen Mo has something in his heart, and when he has something, he is easily distracted by stir-frying, and he can't cook good dishes.

At about 7 o'clock, Chen Mo went out through the small door at the back door of the food house and walked to the end of the alley first.

The "delicious egg fried rice" at the end of the alley, before Chen Mo's food house opened, the business was quite good, although I had not tasted the craftsmanship of the owner Ma Long, but the "gold and silver" made by Brother Long's son Ma Chao tasted quite good.

After losing the egg fried rice competition, the restaurant "Delicious Egg Fried Rice" went into complete decline.

Soon after Ma Chao returned from Taipei, the family moved to another place, and the shop here has changed hands.

I don't know if Ma Teng, who has learned "Bodhi Yuzhai", can lead the Ma family to revive the glory of egg fried rice in other places.

Recalling the previous doubts, why the system has not allowed egg fried rice to be on the menu of the food house, perhaps the system also hopes that Chinese cuisine can be more widely branched out and break the monopoly of the food market by Europe, America, Japan and South Korea.

It is not far from the end of the alley to the mouth of the alley, this alley in the spring breeze, from east to west, the straight line is 1000 meters, and there are many neighbors on the way.

"Xiao Chen, come out for a walk, congratulations, Youth Cup champion, amazing. ”

"Chen Mo, you are the pride of our spring breeze. ”

"Boss Chen, come and play~~"

Chen Mo sped away.

......

This breakfast shop in the alley was also the first place where Chen Mo came, and the rock-solid steamed buns at that time made Chen Mo seriously question the level of this shop.

Since the opening of the food house, Chen Mo has not had much time to go out to see, and now the door of the breakfast restaurant is closed, and when he looks in through the glass, the table has been covered with a thin layer of dust.

On the door of the store, there is a large piece of white paper with the words "Store Transfer" written on it, and in an external window, the words "Soy Sauce Egg" are also pasted on the window.

After hearing the story of this owner, Chen Mo is quite sympathetic to the experience of the owner of this breakfast shop.

"Hey~Come on~Son~Hard!"

At this time, it was nearly 8 o'clock, and the sky had already darkened, but in the open space behind the store, there was the sound of a middle-aged man cheering.

Following the shouting, Chen Mo walked along the east side of the breakfast shop and came to the gate of a vacant lot.

In the clearing, a middle-aged man with a full beard was walking slowly with his hands on a young man about his own age, and a wheelchair was placed not far from the two of them.

"Son, it's okay, don't rush forward, step by step, don't rush. "The beard is very patient, taking small steps back while guiding the young people forward.

"Dad, I can't do it anymore...", beads of sweat oozed from the young man's forehead.

"Son, hold on, take a few more steps, you see, we have improved a lot from a week ago!"

The young man stood still for a moment, took a deep breath, and took another step.

"Okay, come on, look ahead, you can do it!"

The young man's legs were already shaking, and he stumbled forward a few more steps, until he finally lost his strength and fell forward.

The beard immediately rushed over and hugged him, then helped the young man up, and said, "Son, I'll just say you can do it, we've broken the record again, as long as you keep practicing like this, you can definitely get back on your feet on your own!"

The young man nodded vigorously.

Hearing the conversation between the two, Chen Mo immediately knew who the two people standing in front of him were.

Who else could there be?

The beard helped the young man into the wheelchair, opened the kettle hanging on the back of the wheelchair, handed it to the young man, stood up straight, wiped the sweat from his face with one hand, and kept beating his waist with the other.

These were all seen by Chen Mo.

Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs.

In this situation, Chen Mo wanted to do something for them.

"Hello. ”

Looking closely, the middle-aged man's beard is a little messy, and he looks like he should be nearly 50 years old, but there are already a lot of gray hairs in his hair.

The beard nodded to Chen Mo, "Hello, may I ask, is there anything to find me?"

"Uh..."Chen Mo hesitated for a moment and replied, "I heard that your breakfast restaurant is not going to continue operating, right?"

"You're going to take over the shop?" replied immediately.

Chen Mo hurriedly shook his head and said, "That's not it, I just think that such a good breakfast shop has a very good location, and it's a pity to close it." ”

The beard wiped his face with a sweat towel, lowered his head to look at the young man in the wheelchair and said, "Actually, this breakfast shop has long been closed. ”

The young man in the wheelchair suddenly shook his body.

Luo Huhu stretched out his hands and said to Chen Mo: "My hands can no longer make breakfast." ”

The two hands presented in front of Chen Mo were full of thick calluses in their palms, the green tendons on their arms were exposed, and the skin on the back of their hands was very wrinkled, not at all like the hands of a person less than 50 years old.

"Dad, I'm sorry. The young man kept his head down, his shoulders shaking.

"What do you say, son, let's go home. The beard patted the young man's back, nodded to Chen Mo, and pushed the wheelchair towards the door.

A bold idea suddenly came to Chen Mo's mind.

"Hey, uncle, why don't you let me teach you the tea eggs. ”