Girls who tend to love shyness are more sensitive.

Originally, Zhou Yi's appearance could be regarded as a chance encounter, although Liu Wu blushed a little, and there was no lack of 'Why did he come, did he come to see me?' This kind of daughter's family thought carefully, but it didn't talk about how embarrassing it was. After all, the flea market is a public place, and it is not her boudoir embroidery pavilion, and there is not much fortification in the boudoir embroidery pavilion of the daughter's house in recent years, and it is not a feudal society where men and women are more polite than tigers, and the little hands and feet are seen by men, so they have to cry and shout to marry someone, and say that this is called 'lost ~ body'

But the words of the ghost elf Xiao Yezi almost went straight to his heart, exposing Zhou Yi's little bad thoughts that were still brewing, even though he had more than 20 years of kung fu in winter and summer, and he also laughed and talked about his longing for his sister paper fragrance in college, and he had a great record, but he still couldn't help but blush: "What kind of world is this, a child who is less than three years old?

The catkins were so ashamed that they almost hung their heads on the iron plate of fried noodles, revealing a long snow-white neck, and lowered their heads to get busy.

"The sauce is not bad, not worse than the 'three generations of fried noodles' opposite, and even slightly stronger, but this fried power"

The taste of the sauce entered his nose, Zhou Yi nodded secretly, and knew that the sauce used in catkins was definitely not a supermarket product, but was prepared by himself. And the level is not low, it is about the peak of the sixth level of culinary skills, if it is converted to the chef level, it is a super third level chef.

What made Zhou Yi puzzled was that the catkins that could be used to make this sauce were miserable, seeing that the pieces of cold noodles were shattered by her, scorched and blackened, and even emitted a little mushy smell, not to mention eating such fried noodles, you can directly give up after a few bites.

Compared with the 'three generations of fried noodles' opposite, it is simply a high judgment, no wonder her business is so bad

"Uh, has your business always been like this?" After taking the fried noodles, Zhou Yi couldn't help but ask.

"Hmph, our business was originally very good, but since the bad uncle on the other side came, it has not been good, and the guests have been robbed by him. ”

Xiao Yezi clenched a pair of small fists indignantly, and Zhou Yi began to be a little worried, this little Lori doesn't have violent tendencies, right?

"Yezi, don't talk nonsense, the uncle on the other side is doing better than us, and the business should be good. ”

Liu Wu stopped Ye Zi and said: "Remember Auntie's words, when others are stronger than you, you should find a way to surpass each other, instead of complaining and hating, understand?"

"Huh?"

Liu Wu's words were just educational leaves, but Zhou Yi was stunned, and couldn't help but start to look at her again, I didn't expect this weak girl to have such insight.

Such a girl is worth helping herself.

Zhou Yi picked a piece of cold powder and put it in his mouth, nodded slightly, and said, "Liu Wu, is this sauce made by you?" ”

"It's my dad's recipe, this stall, it was originally my dad's"

"Oh, I see. Zhou Yi saw that she didn't want to say more, so he didn't ask, just glanced at the cold powder soaked in a few buckets and said, "If these noodles can't be sold, they should be bad tomorrow, right?"

"Yes, but there is no way. Liu Fu smiled, a little helpless.

"Hehe, since it's bad anyway, why don't you let me try. To tell you the truth, I'm also a foodie, and I still have a little bit of experience with fried noodles. ”

"You?"

Liu Fu looked at Zhou Yi in disbelief, obviously not thinking that the man in front of him who looked polite would fry powder.

"Really, I know Uncle Zhou is the best!"

Xiao Yezi was very excited, her big eyes blinked, and she looked at Zhou Yi expectantly.

"What, don't believe me?" Zhou Yi smiled, grabbed his arm and walked to the back of the stall: "Actually, I'm very talented, it's just a matter of frying cold noodles, a small thing." ”

After speaking, he took the shovel from the catkins, turned it in his hand, poured two spoonfuls of oil on the iron plate, and began to fry the flour.

Soon Liu Yi's eyes widened, and he looked at Zhou Yi blankly and was speechless.

This is no longer fried noodles, but an art.

Zhou Yi did not put all the powder on the iron plate at one time, but held the shovel in one hand and threw the cut cold powder on the iron plate with the other, which seemed to be thrown casually, but in fact, the amount thrown each time seemed to be accurately calculated, no more than one piece, and no less one.

After the jelly fell on the iron plate, it was just browned, and it was gently picked up by Zhou Yi, forming a beautiful parabola in the air, and then falling back to the iron plate gently and skillfully.

While controlling the cold powder block, Zhou Yi did not forget to add the sauce at the right time, with his ability to control the heat, the timing of the sauce on the iron plate is also just right, which can give full play to the flavor of the sauce without any damage. The flying jelly cubes are like obedient elves, each piece is stained with a certain amount of sauce, as if it has been calculated by a computer, no more and no less.

"It's wonderful"

The catkins' breathing began to become rapid, even in the hands of her father, who had been stir-frying noodles for decades, she had never seen such a skillful technique. At this moment, in her eyes, Zhou Yi, who is frying powder, seems to have become a painter and calligrapher, he is not frying powder, but art and life

"Uncle Zhou is so amazing, it's amazing, wow!" Xiao Yezi looked at the little stars in his eyes, and his little hands turned red.

As the pieces of cold powder showed a burnt yellow, the catkins' eyes tightened, it was actually the highest level of fried noodles on three sides, and the rest of the side still maintained its true color of green and emerald, and each piece of cold powder was like a jade wrapped in gold, which was dizzying.

"It smells so good."

"This fried noodles are so beautiful, it makes people want to eat it when they look at it. ”

"Let's go, go over and have a look!"

A burst of strange aroma wafted up from the catkins stall, and quickly covered the 'three generations of fried noodles' opposite, and many diners who were originally waiting in line opposite were pulled over one after another, surrounding Zhou Yi, and let out bursts of amazement.

The herd effect is very terrible, and soon half of the people in the snack street were attracted to it, surrounding a three-storey inner and outer three floors, and the crowd still let out bursts of admiration from time to time, I don't know, I thought there was a big star here.

There is no doubt that this board of cold noodles was snatched up by diners in an instant. The catkins and small leaves are all relying on the identity of the stall owner, so they can get the moon first near the water, and one person made a small plate, squatting on the side and eating it with relish.

"It's so fragrant! How can it be so fragrant? The same sauce, the same cold powder, how can Brother Zhou fry it so deliciously, is it that he also sells fried noodles at home?"

Liu Wu felt that her eyes were moist, and Zhou Yi's craftsmanship reminded her of the first time she ate her father's fried noodles when she was a child, which was her childhood

Xiao Yezi didn't have so much emotion, and after eating up his share in two bites, he ran over to grab the catkins. But when she ran over, she found that her aunt had no food at home

The diners who ate the first batch of 'Zhouyi brand' cold noodles immediately became the most staunch supporters and live advertisements of 'Zhongyuan fried noodles', and they all lingered very resolutely, ready to buy the second serving; but there were more and more people behind, and in order to compete for positions, there were even physical conflicts, and some people quarreled directly, almost doing it, and finally it was the market management personnel who came forward to barely maintain order.

Zhou Yi's hands did not stop, and the fried noodles were sold out like water, and in less than an hour, more than 50 catties of cold noodles brought by the catkins were sold out, and the diners who did not buy them could only look at the stalls reluctantly and leave in disappointment.

"Ding, the master made 248 servings of food and obtained a total of 25 upgrade potential points"

"In this moment, I have made more than 200 servings of cold powder, and I have obtained 25 potential points?"

Zhou Yi was stunned, according to the setting of the system's sub-class, every time he made a piece of food, he could get 0.1 upgrade potential points. Originally, he didn't care much, after all, 0.1 points of potential is too little, but he didn't expect to really do it, the speed of obtaining potential points is still very fast, just this moment, he got the points that need to be passively accumulated for 25 days to get. This can be regarded as a good reward, he originally saw that it was not easy for catkins to help, but he didn't expect that he also got benefits.

"Brother Zhou, you are too powerful. ”

Liu Wu looked at Zhou Yi blankly, and still this girl thought she was dreaming.

"Hehe, what's so powerful? It's just that if you eat too much, you will just see it, and in the end, your sauce is good. Zhou Yi smiled and said: "The cold powder is sold out, let's pack up and go, we just go all the way"

ps: When I went to Bianliang (real place names are not allowed), I still remember this kind of fried cold noodles, and this chapter should be regarded as nostalgia. If you have book friends in the Central Plains, you will be familiar with this snack, right?