In fact, this question was not in the scope of the interview, but Qin Yan specially explained it before coming.

"I think the price of this house can be said to be a real conscience price compared to its taste. ”

The middle-aged man is Yang Ming, who often buys a whole company supper at night, although the price has risen now, but he still comes, he can't eat supper, he can be used as breakfast.

Wenwen listened to Yang Ming's words and nodded, she also felt that this was right, I really don't know why Sister Yan let herself ask this question?

Lin Zhi had already heard about the situation here, and he didn't expect the TV station to come over for an interview again, and after thinking about it, it was on the official website this time.

Lin Zhi, who had already had an experience, calmly looked away.

This kind of thing is highly anticipated, once it is born and twice cooked, it will be good to be proficient in the future. Lin Zhi thought to himself.

"What's going on? Someone from his stall actually came to interview again. While holding the cake in his hand, the boss looked at Lin Zhi's stall with red eyes, and almost died of anger when he saw the interviewer coming over again.

"Now it's time to interview the chef of the food, our boss. May I ask the boss, why are the wontons you make so delicious?" Wenwen laughed and put the microphone on Lin Zhi's mouth.

Lin thought for a while, felt that he couldn't deceive the public, and replied seriously with his determination.

"Because I'm good at my craft. ”

Wenwen felt that the boss was really as upright as ever.

"So boss, as the youngest folk gourmet, does the boss have anything to tell you?" Wenwen asked the last question helplessly.

This question made Lin Zhi stunned for a while, what did he say?

"I will dedicate the best food to everyone. Lin Zhi said seriously to the camera.

Wenwen breathed a sigh of relief, glad that the boss didn't say anything amazing, it seems that the boss is still very measured. Wenwen, who had finished the work perfectly, thought happily.

"The task is accomplished, and you can finally eat the ravioli. Wenwen couldn't help but stand next to Lin Zhi, shaking her head and shouting.

Lin Zhi showed a gentle smile: "Or, why don't you go over and line up?"

"No, boss, you're the best, we're in a special situation this time. Wenwen folded her hands and pleaded.

Lin Zhi smiled, naturally he wouldn't let them really line up, they were on business this time, and they could barely go through the back door once. Lin Zhi brought two prepared wontons and kindly put them in the hands of the two of them.

"Just remember to give money. ”

Wenwen and Xiao Chen didn't dare to have the slightest opinion on Lin Zhi's words, but the boss grabbed their stomachs.

Wenwen excitedly took the wonton and opened the lunch box, the two had not tasted the upgraded wonton yet, and when the wonton was put in their mouths and began to chew, their hearts began to swipe.

"How can this ravioli be so delicious?"

"Mom, what should I do if I want to come to a hundred copies now to kill myself?"

The two forgot everything and feasted there without any image, and then their photos were taken by the girls in line and sent to the circle of friends.

[After the reporters' interviews, they ate a lot, my boss's wontons are so good.] ］

The two of them emptied every drop of water in the bowl in a minute, then looked up at the same time.

"Boss, can you have another one?"

This time Lin Zhi shook his head: "Then you have to queue up to buy, and you can only make an exception once." ”

"Woo," Wenwen cried. "Why, why do we have to go back to resume our lives? Xiao Chen, can we have time to queue up if we resign now?"

Xiao Chen nodded decisively.

Lin Zhi didn't know that there were two people who had been obsessed with his wontons and were about to quit, and he always felt particularly desolate when he looked at the backs of the two of them leaving?

Shaking his head, Lin Zhi thought that with the broadcast of the interview, the expansion of his fame and his excellent craftsmanship, the day when business would recover seemed to be just around the corner.

Wei Cheng and the others were also very happy, and the diehards of Lin Zhi's stall thought that they would soon be able to see the boss's handsome face on TV again, and they were even more excited.

The only one who was unhappy was Fan Zhe, who had been thinking about a problem all day.

Has your influence declined?

He was touching his chin thoughtfully at the moment, thinking about this serious question in his mind.

At the same time, all over the country, Fan Zhe's articles are quietly known by people all over the country in the ocean of the Internet and with the spread of information.

However, most people just look at it and don't travel far and wide to taste it, and many people don't think this wonton is really that delicious. I don't know if this article is a lie.

Only a small number of people know Fan Zhe's name and believe in the authenticity of this article. You must know that in China, online identity registration is very strict, and each person can only have one account. So there will be no impersonation.

"Is it really that delicious? Ah Zhe can't lie to people, right?" Yan Cheng, a coquettish young man muttered to himself. This young man is a well-known fashion designer, a brother whom Fan Zhe has known since childhood.

The young man has a strong curiosity about this wonton that Fan Zhe praised so much, knowing that Fan Zhe is actually not a person who often recommends food to everyone, let alone writes about which food.

This ravioli, Fan Zhe has already moved his pen twice for it, and there must be some real materials.

Do you want to go over and have a look?" thought to himself.

In the imperial capital, a seemingly simple kitchen, a man in a chef's uniform was processing ingredients, and a piece of tofu turned into a distinct filament in his hand in the blink of an eye.

"Brother. The kitchen door was suddenly pushed open, and a girl in a goose yellow dress ran in, walked quickly to the man's side, and handed the mobile phone in her hand to the man.

"What's the matter?" the man's head tilted slightly, revealing a handsome side face. The movements in his hands have not stopped, and the tofu is still quickly becoming filamentous under his hands.

"Finally someone can catch up with you, brother, you're about to be compared. The girl said this with a smile on her face.

"Huh?" the man curious.

"Haha, you see what is written above, the small wontons made by a man about twenty years old can be compared to the dragon liver and phoenix marrow in a seven-star hotel. Look, they are only twenty years old. The girl happily flipped through the man.

"That dragon liver and phoenix marrow seems to be a dish I invented ten years ago?" After glancing, the man was no longer interested, and his gaze returned to the board.

"But he's only twenty years old, and you don't know if he can surpass you?" said the girl, unconvinced. Of course, she knew that it was impossible for the young man to defeat the man, but she could not see the man's pride.

"Come and taste the food if you're fine!" the man's faint voice came.

"I don't want it!" the girl shouted and ran out.

The man was still quietly busy in the kitchen, and the fact that a young man made delicious little wontons did not make a wave in his heart.