"Okay, I see, let's do this first, I have to hurry up and serve the food, those guests must be in a hurry. ”

He didn't have time to delve into the functions of the system now, so he quickly fiddled with all kinds of ingredients, and after making twenty bowls of Kaimai soup, he served them into the front lobby one after another.

The moment he walked in, everyone was amazed, "It's so fragrant!"

Before they could see the soup of hope, the steaming heat from the bowl spread through the cold of late autumn, and it had already captured their appetite and made them swallow.

In the face of the tempting cuisine, everyone returns to the purest desires, being loyal to their bodily reactions, temporarily putting hostility or contradiction behind them, and immersing themselves in this rich aroma, focusing only on the bowl of soup.

Sitting on the couch, the wind was uneven, and he smelled the aroma from afar, and he also coveted it, and couldn't help but praise: "Boss Wu's cooking skills really deserve his reputation, and the aroma of this soup alone is enough to sweep the entire Hanzheng Street! The old man sits here, the taste is really uncomfortable......

He came in the rain, cold and hungry, but it was torture to witness others drinking the best soup.

Wu Bencao smiled faintly, held a large tray, and gave bowls of soup to the guests. Mr. Wang was very enthusiastic, and he didn't care about his old age, so he took the initiative to walk over and help him serve the soup and plates, and did not forget to remind the guests intimately.

"I came to drink it once yesterday, and the side dish in this small plate is so strong that many people hate it. If you don't like it, instead of wasting it, give it to the old man......"

He was willing to take the initiative to help, naturally thinking about Hanazawa coriander, staring eagerly at these small plates, eager to snatch them away immediately and pour them into his own bowl.

Hearing him say this, the guests were helpless, the old man personally served the soup, and he couldn't refute his old man's face, so he had to borrow grass to offer Buddha, the beauty of adults.

Wang Xiang sat on the side, watching his grandfather's actions, crying and laughing.

"Look at it, grandpa knows that you don't like to eat grass, so he won't force you. ”

When it was distributed in front of Wang Xiang, the old man's face sank, and he couldn't help but say, and directly snatched the small saucer. Wang Xiang sighed and looked at Wu Bencao in frustration, "Brother Cao, you can send me a few bundles of grass quickly, you can't let grandpa come to run the hall for you every day!"

The ancestor of a family should have been offered by the clan, but he took the initiative to go to other people's shops to help serve food, and he was still happy to do it, what kind of system did this become.

The old man usually slept very well, and he didn't wake up until the third pole of the day, but after tasting the delicious soup of hope yesterday, in the middle of the night today, he couldn't sleep anymore, and put on his clothes early, lest he not get in line and be robbed of his place to drink soup by others.

He is a lot old, his heart is like water, there are not many things that can arouse his interest, but he didn't expect that this long-lost Hua Zecao actually helped him regain his appetite and fighting spirit when he was young, and the whole person became so energetic, even when he went to see the girl he liked, it was nothing more than that.

The elderly have become die-hard fans, and they are really more fanatical and motivated than the young people.

Seeing that his grandson interceded for himself, the old man laughed and said with relief: "Xiaocao, did you hear it, you have lowered your face and begged you, the time has come to test the friendship between the two of you, but you can't let him down!"

Wu Bencao put the soup in front of him and replied with a smile: "Old man, in fact, you don't have to work for it yourself. Our friendship is so good, it's better to make an exception to give you a privilege, and allow Wang Xiang to line up for you in the future. ”

Wang Xiang was stunned at first, and his eyes were about to pop out, "What did you say?"

Wu Bencao patted him on the shoulder and encouraged: "You're right, grandpa is old, and it's really inappropriate to let him help take care of the business." Since you are very filial as a grandson and feel sorry for his old man, then you will do it for you!"

When Wang Xiang heard this, he was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

Wu Bencao's trick is ruthless, not only taking care of the old man, but also using his filial piety in the name of his filial piety to fight against him. In this way, in the future, the person who gets up early every day to line up and come to the store to serve soup and parsley will be replaced by his grandson, and the grandfather only needs to sit there and wait to eat.

Wu Bencao smiled sinisterly, aren't you filial, I'll give you a chance to behave.

The old man's heart blossomed, revealing a kind look, and said earnestly: "This is a good idea! Xiang'er, it is rare that you have this filial piety and are willing to share your grandfather's worries, and in the next month, you have to let me drink soup." ”

Wang Xiang wanted to cry without tears, but dared to lift a stone and hit his own foot, "When I didn't say anything just now, will it be?"

"No, it doesn't. ”

"No, it doesn't. ”

Wu Bencao and the old man said in unison, looking at each other and smiling knowingly.

A man had already started drinking soup, and when he heard the conversation between the old and the young, he accidentally choked and coughed. As long as he is not blind, anyone can see that Wu Bencao has an excellent relationship with the Wang family, and he is not an ant who is bullied.

At this time, a harsh voice sounded out inopportunely, making Wu Bencao's smile freeze.

"I'm going to change the soup!"

He turned to look, and the person who spoke was Ma Zhongyong.

When everyone heard Ma Zhongyong's request, they quickly stopped the bamboo chopsticks, thinking that he had found something wrong in the soup and wanted to hear what was going on.

Ma Zhongyong stared at Wu Bencao, his eyes playful, "Boy, if you want to calculate me, you are still too tender." Don't think I can't guess, so what happened just now, you have a grudge against me, and secretly manipulated this bowl of soup, trying to prevent me from opening my pulse!"

People who are good at harming people have ghosts in their hearts, and they are also good at preventing people, so there is the old saying, with the heart of a villain, the belly of a gentleman.

Wu Bencao frowned and asked, "What evidence do you have to prove that I have done something in the soup?" This is related to the reputation of the wormwood bar, and no one will be allowed to slander it!"

If he listened to Meng'er's idea just now in the kitchen and really drugged the soup instead of sticking to the chef's conscience, then at this time, the possibility of a conspiracy being revealed could not be ruled out. Once this happens, the sign of the wormwood bar will be ruined, and he will repeat the mistakes of his previous life.

Ma Zhongyong sneered: "I don't have evidence, and I don't need evidence. I bought this soup for sixty dollars, and of course I had to be careful not to be plotted against it. Since you said it's okay, well, while you haven't drunk it yet, let me change the bowl with Old Man Wang!"

He could see that Wu Bencao had a good relationship with the Wang family, and it was impossible to assassinate Old Man Wang, and the old man's soup must be safe and normal. As long as the two sides change the soup, even if his soup is famous, it is the old man who will be killed in the end, and Wu Bencao will only steal chickens and rice.

This proposal was very cunning, and everyone present looked at Wu Bencao at the same time, carefully observing his reaction, trying to find clues and see if there was a ghost in his heart.

Wu Bencao said coldly: "If you question my character, you shouldn't come to drink soup." I'll give you two choices, either drink your own soup, I'm too lazy to care, or change the soup, get out of the house as soon as you finish drinking, and don't want to step into the store half a step in the future!"

Ma Zhongyong is scheming and aggressive, and it is time to blacklist him.

The probability of the soup of hope is five or five open, and no one can guarantee that after he changes the soup, he will definitely be able to open the pulse successfully. Once he fails, he still has to continue to drink soup, and he can't completely turn his face with Wu Bencao.

And Wu Bencao's attitude is very tough and does not accept doubts. As long as Ma Zhong is brave enough to change the soup, don't expect to drink another bowl and get help from the wormwood bar.

The soup of hope is just the beginning, the delicacies sold in the wormwood bar in the future, there are many patterns, all kinds of magic and mystery, when the time comes, Ma Zhongyong and others are waiting to regret it!