"Haven't you tasted this Ouyang brother?"

Although Zhang Ping and Ouyang Hong are very inconspicuous, Zhang Ping at least will not show too obviously, the egg fried rice still has to be fried for each other, but after it was served, Ouyang Hong did not move it at all.

Hearing Zhang Ping's words, the corners of Ouyang Hong's eyes twitched.

With Ouyang Hong's original plan, because he thought that the things in Zhang Ping's store must taste average, he planned to criticize a few words at will after tasting two bites, which was enough to make Zhang Ping feel embarrassed.

But Song Zhenghe's performance made Ouyang Hong feel a little weak, and he secretly felt that his plan was likely to have failed.

Song Zhenghe They are such characters with heads and faces, and even they are so addicted, could it be that this store is not an Internet celebrity store as they think, but has its real ability?

Under Zhang Ping's smiling gaze, Ouyang Hong scooped up a spoonful of fried rice in disbelief, and the golden rice grains were piled on the spoon, more like a work of art.

"Although the appearance of this fried rice is indeed good, both the plate and the spoon are too cheap, and the tableware is also part of the food. ”

Ouyang Hong has now begun to pick bones in the eggs.

But no matter how much he says, that spoonful of fried rice will eventually end up in his mouth.

After tasting it unbelievingly, Ouyang Hong's whole body immediately froze, and a taste experience that he had never had before exploded in his mouth, unlike any kind of food he had eaten before, although it was just a simple egg fried rice, it seemed to represent the ultimate taste.

"Good ......"

Ouyang Hong actually wanted to say that it was delicious, but he looked up at Zhang Ping and saw the other party's playful eyes, which made Ouyang Hong's words suffocate into his stomach again.

Ouyang Hong was disdainful of Zhang Ping's hotel before, and if he praised it now, wouldn't it be a slap in the face?

"How about Brother Ouyang, I'm still very confident in my cooking skills, but I don't know if it suits your appetite?" Zhang Ping said deliberately.

Ouyang Hong's eyes widened, but he couldn't say anything.

If it was before, even if he knew that he was deceiving himself, Ouyang Hong would not hesitate to say that it was not delicious, because this is a very subjective judgment about the taste of food, everyone's taste is different, even if he says that it is not delicious, no one will say anything.

But today, here and now, he can't deceive himself in any way, because this egg fried rice has perfectly interpreted what is delicious, and if he still says that it is unpalatable, it is obvious that he deliberately finds fault.

"You...... This one...... I ......"

Ouyang Hong was in a dilemma, he didn't want to see Zhang Ping proud, but he couldn't tell a lie, he was intermittent, and he couldn't even say a complete sentence.

"Is it delicious or unpalatable, Brother Ouyang, can you give me a letter?" Zhang Ping asked forcefully.

Although Zhang Ping had a smile on his face and a soft voice, it completely deprived Ouyang Hong of the opportunity to escape this question.

Zhang Ping...... You...... It's too much!"

Zhang Ping's question made Ouyang Hong finally completely collapse, pointed at Zhang Ping, scolded this sentence, rolled his eyes, and fainted directly.

This psychological quality is also too poor.

Zhang Ping rolled his eyes in his heart, he was still angry with this kind of person before, it was too cheap to think about it.

"Ah Hong, what's wrong with you?"

The accident here naturally attracted the attention of other people, Ouyang Hong suddenly fainted, which made them shocked, and Old Man Mo was the first to speak.

Sun Kewei also walked up, he opened a pharmacy, and he was naturally involved in this kind of emergency, he looked at it, his expression relaxed slightly, and said: "It should be that the blood sugar is a little low, and I was stimulated by this, so I fainted, it's no big deal, and I'll wake up later." ”

As he spoke, his gaze at Zhang Ping became strange.

What kind of person is this? In a few words, people fainted.

Zhang Ping spread his hands helplessly, saying that he didn't know that this would be the case, but Zhang Ping also looked at it a little and knew that Ouyang Hong was fine, so he wasn't too nervous.

As for the others, although they believed Sun Kewei's words, this kind of thing was not playful, and they hurriedly carried Ouyang Hong into the car, driven by Ling Feng, and accompanied by Old Man Mo to the hospital.

In addition to Zhang Ping, only Song Zhenghe and Sun Kewei were left in the restaurant.

When such a thing happened, they did not have the heart to eat again, so they could only say goodbye and leave.

"Brother Song, do you want me to send you back?" Zhang Ping still asked kindly.

Song Zhenghe waved his hand and said, "Today I went to Lao Sun's house to get together for the night, this meal is not exhausted, tomorrow Boss Zhang is open, I will come to you again." ”

Since this was the case, Zhang Ping didn't say anything more, sent everyone away, and after a brief tidying up, he returned to the upstairs bedroom and began to cultivate using the Spirit Gathering Disk.

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Nothing was said all night.

For monks, absorbing spiritual power into the body is a process of promoting the body's metabolism, so even if he didn't sleep all night, Zhang Ping was still in good spirits.

The sky gradually turned white, and Zhang Ping, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, thought about it.

Every morning and evening at about six o'clock, it is the time when yin and yang meet, and it is also the best time to cultivate.

The spiritual power that was gathered by the spirit gathering disk seemed to have rioted, two completely different energies, both conflicting with each other and complementing each other, as the sun gradually rose, the two qi of yin and yang turned into two small snakes, drilling into Zhang Ping's nostrils.

Half of Zhang Ping's body became pitch black as ink, while the other half was as white as snow, and when the sun fully rose, the two colors merged together, restoring Zhang Ping to his original appearance.

"Whew!"

Zhang Ping exhaled a breath of turbidity, with the help of the Gathering Spirit Plate, a whole night of cultivation has made his cultivation a little more refined, while there is still some time to open the store, the silver light squid raised yesterday should also be mature, just use it to make a new dish to try it.

Zhang Ping got out of bed and washed up, and then came from the kitchen to the next door of Ping'an Restaurant.

First of all, I took a look at the room where Bacchus was planted, and Bacchus's growth was very normal, and the two stargrouper pigs relied on Bacchus's vines and fruits, which was enough to support their survival.

Only then did he close the door again and enter the room where the silver squid was raised, which grew in a very harsh environment before it was artificially raised, so its growth rate and reproduction rate were very amazing.

When Zhang Ping came in, he heard the sound of rushing water, yesterday it was only a dozen eggs, and now the number of squid has reached hundreds, of course Zhang Ping will not let them breed like this, except for leaving a dozen seeds, the others have been captured and used as today's ingredients.

Zhang Ping picked one out of them and walked into the kitchen.

"Before I make it for someone else, let me taste the taste of this silver squid. ”

And the dish he is going to make with silver-light squid is absolutely unexpected, because Zhang Ping actually wants to make clear soup noodles with squid!