When Lin Zhi and Wei Cheng arrived at the pedestrian street at five o'clock in the afternoon, they found that there were already a few people waiting at the location of the stall, Lin Zhi raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect the speed of news to spread well.

Except for Fan Zhe, the few people waiting were all new customers who had never eaten Lin Zhi wontons.

Ten minutes ago, Fan Zhe came over leisurely to guard his position, and suddenly felt that it was good that there were no people in the boss's booth, and he didn't need to hurry to come and queue up.

Fan Zhe waited for two minutes, still alone, and was thinking that he could come over a little later in the future, when he was tapped on the shoulder.

"Little brother, ask, the stall here is to buy wontons, and I heard that the one that makes it is particularly delicious. ”

Several young men stood behind him, and one of them asked.

Fan Zhe had a bad premonition in his heart, the time when he didn't have to queue up was going to be far away from him, and the days of queuing as a dog seemed to be coming back.

"This is it. Fan Zhe heard his own voice, and then he wanted to slap himself and let you tell the truth. "That, in fact, almost no one buys their wontons, really, it's too expensive, I just pity them, otherwise who will eat it?"

Fan Zhe gestured to a few people with such a look, saying that he is such a kind philanthropist, you don't have to follow me.

Several young people came over in groups, wanting to taste the legendary delicious ravioli, and when they heard Fan Zhe's words, several of them expressed their doubts.

"We just came here to taste it, and if it doesn't taste good, we won't come in the future. ”

"Don't try it, this one is very expensive, really. If you eat it, you'll go bankrupt. When Fan Zhe was trying his best to persuade a few people not to buy it, Lin Zhi and Wei Cheng's stall came over.

Lin Zhi approached and saw Fan Zhe and a few people dancing, and felt that this person was really born with familiarity, and he could talk to anyone.

Of course, if Lin heard what Fan Zhe was saying, he would definitely not think like this, and would only kick him to the sky.

"Boss, you're here. Fan Zhe was still trying his best to persuade a few people, and suddenly saw Lin Zhi coming over, subconsciously said hello, and then turned back to a few people.

"I didn't lie to you, look at the price, it's really expensive, no one eats it. ”

Fan Zhe pointed to the price on the stall and said to a few people, looking at them with a kind of evidence that you are all here, and when he turned around, he saw Lin Zhiliang's snort.

"That, I want three wontons and three rock sugar pears. Fan Zhe's expression stiffened, at this time his heart was, I want to die, I want to die, I want to die! Now I can't care about a few people behind me, and now it is important to please my own food and clothing.

"Huh. Fan Zhe squeezed out a smirk, pretended to be refreshing, and directly took out the largest soft girl coin, and stuffed it stupidly: "Don't look for it, the boss's craftsmanship should be as much as it should be." ”

Lin Zhi gave him a glance and motioned for Wei Cheng to collect the money, his hand was going to wrap the wontons, so he naturally had to stay away from the bacteria on Fan Zhe's body.

"It's really expensive, a wonton costs twenty-five. A few of the newcomers muttered.

"What is expensive, can the boss's craftsmanship be described in terms of money? The boss's cooking skills are priceless treasures, the gospel of the Chinese people. Are you right, boss?"

Fan Zhe refuted several people with a face full of righteous indignation, his expression was calm, with the indignation that his faith was slandered, and he expressed deep condemnation of several people, exuding a righteous and selfless light, as if he had instigated and instigated that person before was not himself.

Once again, he praised the delicacy of wontons and revealed his heartfelt love, and Fan Zhe finally ended his speech successfully.

"Poof" Wei Cheng laughed directly and handed him three portions of rock sugar pears.

Lin Zhi endured it, and finally succeeded in maintaining a serious expression, the character did not collapse, it was simply good.

However, I have to admit that he was indeed happy, and for the sake of a good mood, Lin Zhi decided to forgive Fan Zhe mercifully. Sure enough, he was a kind boss.

Fan Zhe successfully dodged a crisis, took his own food, and cowered behind Lin Zhi, pretending to be a transparent person, leaving only the sound of eating.

"Let's have a ravioli for each of us. A few young people finally decided to try it, but they only asked for one, after all, the price was still not cheap.

Lin Zhi quickly made it and handed them them one by one, and several people saw that there was no place to sit around, so they stood on the side of Fan Zhe, who was squatting on the ground.

Several people opened the bag at the same time, opened the lunch box, took a deep breath of aroma, picked up a wonton to blow it cold, and put it in their mouths, and suddenly several people had different shapes on their faces.

"Is this really a ravioli?"

"This is a ravioli, so what is that thing I've been eating for twenty years?"

After a period of cranky thinking, several people looked at the wontons in their hands, and there was only one thought in their hearts, eat and eat.

What is hot, even if the tongue is numb by the hot, it can't stop several people from pursuing food. The wontons in your hands are like a peerless beauty naked, with incomparable magic.

A few people looked up again, and there was not a drop of water left in the bowl.

"The owner came for two more. ”

"Boss, bring me three more. ”

Several people rushed forward and said, at this moment, several people who have a good relationship are completely against each other, and they can't wait for each other to exist except for themselves, so that all the wontons, these, those are all their own.

Fan Zhe squatted on the ground on the side, looking at a few people with disdain, can you eat a wonton like this?

"Hello, is this the wonton stall that was selected as the representative of folk cuisine?" A group of girls came together, and Fan Zhe, who saw Lin Zhi eating at the stall, asked politely.

Fan Zhe didn't raise his head when he ate, he directly stretched out a hand and pointed in the direction of Lin Zhi, and several girls found the stall and happily went to line up.

Fan Zhe reacted at this time, he knew that the wonton stall was Lin Zhi's family, but what happened to the representative of folk food?

Fan Da painter is blindfolded, and I watched the Internet last night, but I haven't read the news for a day, how can this world become unrecognizable?

He checked what was going on, Fan Zhe took out his mobile phone, squatted on the ground and looked it up.

"Big and fragrant finger cakes, give an egg for free, delicious and inexpensive finger cakes. ”

These two days are the most proud time for the owner of the finger cakes, and the exhaustion of his body has not affected his good mood, every day there are many customers, the business has never been so good, and the people in the stalls have never been broken.

The owner of the finger cake handed a finger cake to the customer, and his eyes swept over Lin Zhi's wonton stand, where several people were standing.

"What's going on? How does his business seem to be getting better again? How is this possible!" the face of the owner of the finger cake suddenly darkened. That wonton is so expensive, and anyone will buy it?