In fact, Liu Le does not have a very special attitude towards Ding Xiaomiao. This Lolita-style school bully came to the store with Wang Yao, and when she saw Liu Le's attitude towards her, she was very normal - there was no exclusive ridicule or anything like that. It's a relief.

Liu Le had already opened his doors for business in the morning of this day. Of course, it was the three reporters who came yesterday.

At noon, when Ding Xiaomiao came in, the three of them happened to be eating noodles.

Wang Yao's meal. Liu Le doesn't have any nonsense.

Everything was peaceful, and after Ding Xiaomiao finished eating the noodles, she chatted with Wang Yao about a question that she thought was a little strange, "Why don't you think Coco didn't come today?"

It's an interesting question. Zhang Keke didn't make an appointment with them. But Ding Xiaomiao and Wang Yao almost thought that she should come.

"It's almost there......" Wang Yao looked at the women's watch on her wrist and said, "I guess it won't come." It's weird. ”

"yes. Ding Xiaomiao pouted and said, "I thought she was more active than us." Looking at her like that, I thought she was fascinated by this male vixen named Liu Le. ”

At this time, Liu Le was behind the bar. And Ding Xiaomiao sat farther away. Her voice is also small, so she is naturally not afraid of Liu Le hearing it.

Wang Yao smiled a little helplessly, "Xiaomiao, every time you speak, it's too much." Zhang Keke......"

As she spoke, the door behind her opened.

"Ahh Ding Xiaomiao, you're here too. "There were only five people in the hall at this time. Originally, they had just finished eating and sat here for a while.

When they heard the sound at the door, they all looked at each other.

Zhang Zhang was wearing a European-style navy skirt that day, with a crooked braid with a single horn on his head. It looks like a very aristocratic style. "Ah, I thought you weren't coming. Ding Xiaomiao propped his head with one hand and said, "It's almost time for lunch." Why is it so late?"

"Alas, it's high school. My parents won't let me come out. You said I was doing pretty well in my studies. It's still so closed. Zhang Keke came in complaining, and she was still carrying a European-style amphora in her hand. It seems like a school bag all the time.

"You're all right, jumping straight into college. Don't suffer from me. It's like I'm in jail every day. Think about how desperate it is, it's only a freshman in high school now. Come to think of it, it's two and a half years before graduating from high school. It's a long time. ”

This incident seems to speak to her pain. So she put her handbag on Ding Xiaomiao's table and gushed endlessly.

Several reporters next to her also looked back at her with a smile on their faces. After all, most people have experienced high school careers. Her words also evoked youthful memories of these people.

The sun is just right at this time, and the streets are peaceful. Everyone felt an inexplicable sense of tranquility.

Ding Xiaomiao was also secretly proud: Hmph, fortunately, I don't have to go to high school.

Zhang Keke can actually be regarded as a scholar. In their aristocratic private high school, she was also in the top ten. But after all, it's not Ding Xiaomiao's level of rebellion to the point where she can live a book without going to high school at all.

She's complaining about this point.

Liu Le came out.

Zhang Keke's originally very resentful expression immediately stopped saying this. She immediately became a good girl, sat there in a proper manner, and said, "Hello uncle." ”

This title made Ding Xiaomiao have a reaction of a thorn on her back. But that's what she said at the beginning. She really didn't have much to say.

At this time, Ding Xiaomiao and Wang Yao had already eaten noodles. The two were going to discuss where they were going to play in the afternoon. Since Zhang Keke is here, they will inevitably ask her if she wants to go together.

Zhang Keke came here with a goal, "Uncle, can you sell the kind of fried rice I smelled last time?"

Liu Le nodded, this may be the first person to officially eat "slap fried rice".

"The price is 299 yuan a bowl. "It's a bit of a price that spooks everyone.

The three reporters originally planned to sit for a while and leave, but after hearing this statement, they also looked at Liu Le with a little curiosity.

When they came yesterday, they had actually seen Liu Le deliver food back. It's just that Wang Zhen at that time felt that there were other things anyway, and there might not be "Super Yangchun Noodles" delicious. That's it.

After all, many times it's good for a store to have a unique job. For example, KFC's fried chicken, Pizza Hut's pizza. The specialty food of these stores is often good. But other new additions aren't necessarily delicious.

So the female reporter Ke Min said at this time, "299 yuan, so expensive, I don't know if it's delicious." ”

Xiao Liu folded his hands on the table, and said with a very professional analysis, "It's difficult." Generally, large companies also have a lot of delicious dishes because there are professional celebrity chefs who are researching dishes. Like McDonald's and KFC. In a store like his, the staffing itself is small. It's great to have a unique skill. This new dish, I guess it's because the cost is relatively high, so it's so expensive. ”

Wang Zhen next to his idea also agreed, "Ordinary businessmen will use their own costs as a pricing factor. In fact, market preference is the most important thing. ”

A few people chatted.

Liu Le didn't take it to heart. He turned and went to the kitchen.

Ding Xiaomiao: The place where they sat was opposite the door from the three reporters. Naturally, she heard what these people said.

Ding Xiaomiao herself hated Liu Le, she asked Zhang Keke, "What kind of new dish is that?"

Zhang Keke sat up straight with his waist, "Fried rice." It's a fragrant fried rice. ”

Ding Xiaomiao held her temple with one hand, "Hmph, 299 yuan a copy?"

She felt a little disdainful and said, "He runs the shop alone." Every dish is so expensive? ”

Because of Liu Le's things at school this time. Ding Xiaomiao can say that she owes a lot of money. People only find out that they don't have enough money when they don't have it. This is especially true of her at this time.

"No, it's not. I think it's very, very delicious. ”

"What do you think?" Ding Xiaomiao found this best friend's question, "So, you haven't eaten it at all." Why are you in such a hurry to order this?"

Zhang Keke blushed a little, "But." Because I really want to eat it when it smells. ”

"It smells good, but it doesn't necessarily taste good. ”

Liu Lezuo's slap fried rice is a complicated process. Because he needs to stir-fry at least two dishes.

At this time, fry the pea rice first. Chef-level means. Although Liu Le has only made it twice so far (last night and this morning, when he secretly ate it. ）

But after all, the more you do it, the more familiar you are. Just the first plate of fried pea rice, the aroma is already very strong.

There was actually a partition between his kitchen and the hall.

But even so, the smell wafted out. It's very light, but people who smell it, they all start to have an appetite.

Wang Zhen, "It smells good." ”

Female reporter, "yes." It seems to be pretty good. ”

Ding Xiaomiao and the others did not speak.

The pea rice in this case needs to be left overnight to be effective. So Liu Le did it first.

The shrimp are freshly stir-fried. So after making the pea rice and putting it in the time accelerator cabinet, the shrimp is next.

In fact, just the smell of these two different dishes, the faint smell of mixing together, already makes people have some impulsive appetite.

The man sitting in the hall smelled the faint scent.

Wang Zhen, "Uh-huh, this is...... It's very fragrant. ”

Xiao Liu has been discussing these things with him, "Yes." What kind of dish is this, why is it pea rice just now? "The smell of pea rice is easy for most people to distinguish. But when you mix it with fresh shrimp, it's a bit hard to tell.

Ding Xiaomiao and Wang Yao stopped talking. Food is something that is common to human beings. No matter how unhappy Ding Xiaomiao was, he had to admit that this new dish still smelled good.

And then, Liu Le began to officially fry rice. As far as fried rice is concerned, he is not a golden fried rice made with egg yolk like the family of gold powder. Instead, it's the same as ordinary fried rice, using the most common egg drop technique. But this most common technique is actually the most testing level.

Liu Le is already a veteran in this regard. This bowl of rice is stir-fried until the grains dance in the pot.

Three different scents are mixed together to accentuate the scent just now.

The six people outside the door had already stood their noses up at this time. Even Ding Xiaomiao, who was not convinced before, couldn't help but smell carefully at this time. But she still didn't speak.

Liu Le then took out the pea rice that had been accelerated to the overnight effect in the time acceleration cabinet in the kitchen. Pour into the pan and stir-fry first.

Dishes that have been left overnight will not be as fresh as freshly fried. But the combination of vegetables and soups will be much better than fresh dishes.

Of course, this first process is the most inconspicuous of all processes. Next, pour "slightly spicy fresh shrimp" into the fried pea rice.

This is every time two dishes are officially mixed together and stir-fried, the smell of the whole kitchen is shocking.

Before, it was just that the smell was slightly mixed, which already made the people outside a little unbearable. At this time, when it is really fried together, it feels like an explosion.

"Slap fried rice" on the soul of a queen. She is arrogant and domineering. Without hesitation, he exudes his own charm and ideas. It even feels violent.

The people outside the door already felt like they couldn't sit still.

"Fragrant, so fragrant!!"

"It's so fragrant!!" the three reporters were completely attracted by this time, their eyes staring straight in the direction of the kitchen, unable to take their eyes off.

Ding Xiaomiao and Wang Yao suddenly began to think about what kind of smell this was. It's the smell I smelled in front of the mass merchandiser that day.

"This, this is not ......" In fact, Ding Xiaomiao has looked for the source of this fried rice several times after that.

Wang Yao said with certainty, "This is the smell of that fried rice last time!!"

And then the third fried rice is put into the pot. Fried rice is the most unremarkable of the dishes. But it's the core.

Two completely incompatible foods are forcibly added by a third course. The whole pot was like an explosion.

The complex aroma is simply all-encompassing. Just to a full-fire covering attack.

The guests sitting in the hall outside the door could still sit still, "No. I want to eat it when it smells!"

"It's too fragrant, I can't help it. ”