The owner of the bun shop listened to the young man's words, and was extremely angry, and couldn't help but shout at the young man who had left, "Wait a minute......"

The young man didn't eat Wang Hao's soup dumplings, and he was already angry, but when he turned his head at this time, he also became furious when he saw several staff members of the store all looking at him angrily.

Angrily said to the boss, "What are you doing?

Seeing the young man's attitude, a younger staff member couldn't help it, and rushed forward angrily and shouted, "What did you just say?

"What's the matter, don't you allow others to say it if you don't do it well?" The young man also realized why this group of people looked at him like this, and felt that the boss was glassy.

"You, you guy, our soup dumplings are the most famous in the whole of Qizhou, you, you, you dare to say that?" the little clerk was so angry that he was incoherent.

"Why don't you dare? Isn't it all up to you to judge whether you understand or not?"

"I think you're looking for something on purpose!"

……

The two sides fell into a violent quarrel, and there was a long time apart. Xu Mingyu, the owner of the steamed bun shop, stepped forward and said to the young man, "Little brother, you said that the soup dumplings I made don't taste good, I humbly accept this, but you also need to know." If my soup dumplings are ranked second in Qizhou, no one dares to say that the soup dumplings he makes can be ranked first!"

Without waiting for the young man to speak, the boss continued, "I'm filling soup dumplings, whether it's fillings, soups, or fabrics. It's all original, and it hasn't undergone any mechanical processing, it's all handmade, even if it's flour, it's all artificially made, just this bun, it's been on TV six times, and the leaders of Qizhou, big and small, have to eat my buns every month......"

"Also, this bun shop can occupy a shop in a location like the food street, and it has been sold for twenty-eight years, do you think it ......?"

When the boss said these words, his face was full of pride, and he couldn't stop saying it, which made the people who had just eaten the buns embarrassed.

"Uncle, it's okay, I know your bun cow, did I think I was wrong about that just now, okay?" I apologize to you!" Before the boss could finish speaking, the young man interrupted him.

"Hmph, what do you mean even if you're wrong? What you said just now is clearly a contempt for Qizhou's "tradition", do you know?" The little clerk was not happy when he heard this, and angrily buttoned such a high hat to the young man.

When the young man heard this, he wanted to cry without tears, when did this bun become a tradition in Qizhou? Why don't you know? Besides, if you have a meal, you can judge whether it is delicious or not, this is nothing, right?

"Okay, okay, it's just that I was wrong, okay, I'm here to apologize to your "tradition", can I go?" The young man looked impatient.

The boss and the clerk saw the young man's attitude, and their hearts became more and more uncomfortable, especially the boss, who had always been proud of this steamed bun shop that he had run by himself, how could he tolerate others who despised what he had been waiting for all his life?

"Little brother, listen to what you just meant, do you think there is another soup dumpling in Qizhou City that is better than ours?" said the boss in an accentuated tone.

"Isn't it? Don't you believe it? The smell is really not covered, we just smell the smell, and we are completely conquered!" As soon as the young man recalled Wang Hao's soup dumplings, he couldn't help but start to revel again.

"So you mean, you didn't eat his buns at all?" the boss asked.

"Well, we waited in line for nearly an hour when they were sold out, and we still didn't get it!" Before the young man could speak, a diner next to him said to the owner.

"Hehehe, he didn't even eat, so he dared to assert that his buns were better than ours? Hmph, I think you are here to make trouble!" The little clerk was not happy when he heard this, and he angrily scolded the young man.

"Yes...... However, smelling the smell of that bun is absolutely superb!" When the young man heard this, his heart was a little bottomless, after all, he just smelled the smell. Didn't eat it.

"Hahaha, young man, you don't know this, buns, buns, the smell is wrapped in a tight crust. If you smell a strong fragrance just by smelling it, then he must have done something with that soup dumpling!" said the boss to the young man with a confident look.

"What did you do?" When a group of people heard this, they couldn't help but have a trace of suspicion, this is indeed the case. When they saw the diners in front of them eating, it was so simple, they had never seen anyone eat soup dumplings like that when they were young.

Seeing that several people reacted like this, the boss couldn't help but smile happily, and then said, "Young man." The old man has been making steamed buns for nearly 30 years, and if he has any tricks, he can see it at a glance, and exposing him will save more people from harm, right?"

Several diners listened to this. Thinking of the scene of being "pitted" by Wang Hao in the morning, they all nodded in agreement with the boss's words, and spoke up to support the boss.

However, a few of them had to rush to work, so they left after saying a few bad words about Wang Hao, but there were still three people who chose to stay.

The boss saw this. Let his boss guard the store, he took two clerks and three diners to Wang Hao's snack shop.

At this time, Wang Hao was steaming two baskets of soup dumplings, ready to taste them again. The whole snack shop was overwhelmed by the delicious smell of the soup dumplings.

But at this moment, he saw a few diners who had just been driven away by him, and rushed to his small shop with a few people.

"Are you here to grab the buns?" Wang Hao muttered in his heart, and then put the steamed buns into the cupboard, and then slowly walked to the door of the store. Just caught up with a few menacing people.

"Robbers?"

Wang Hao's words made everyone stunned, and then all of them showed anger on their faces.

"Young man, I am the owner of the time-honored steamed bun shop on the food street, and I heard that the soup dumplings you make are really a must-have in Qizhou, so the old man wants to come over and taste them!" The owner of the steamed bun shop took the lead in saying to Wang Hao.

"Oh. Forget about tasting, if you want to eat, come and line up tomorrow morning, four in a cage, 199 yuan!" Wang Hao saw that a few people were not here to "rob", so he suddenly lost interest, and replied without raising his head.

"You, what is your attitude? Our boss personally came to taste your soup dumplings, is to give you face, do you know? and 199 a cage, you rob people?" The little clerk was also grumpy, and yelled at Wang Hao.

"Tianwang Lao Tzu is here, you still have to queue up. Don't waste time here, I haven't had breakfast in the morning!" Wang Hao was indeed a little annoyed by the little clerk's disrespectful words, so he said angrily to a few people.

"Boss, this Master Xu has been making soup dumplings for nearly 30 years, and it is a relatively traditional time-honored brand here in Qizhou. He wants to come and have a taste and exchange ideas with you, so you might as well give face, right?" Seeing this just now, the young man took the initiative to say to Wang Hao.

"There's no need to exchange experiences or anything. Don't say it's Qizhou, I'm afraid no one in the whole country can copy it, let's not waste time!" Wang Hao is indeed telling the truth, not to mention anything else, just the ingredients. His dishes have already thrown off 108,000 miles, and as an immortal chef, he doesn't know how to cook? There is really no need to communicate with this boss and waste time.

But when he heard these words in the ears of the owner of the steamed bun shop, it was a different feeling, he felt that the steamed buns he made were despised, and the authority of his steamed bun shop was provoked.

"Young man, a mountain is still a mountain high, and the soup dumplings you made may not be bad in taste, but. My soup dumpling making method is a continuation of the thousand-year-old tradition of our ancestors in Qizhou City, how can you be so despised by a little shellfish?"

After a brief sigh of relief, he continued, "I, Xu Mingyu, don't have other skills, but. I will spend my life defending this traditional craft, and no one will be allowed to despise or defile it, today little brother, you look down on our tradition so much, then I, Xu Mingyu, am here to officially challenge you!"

"I'm going to do it with my own actions...... Justifying tradition!"

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