Fang Yu didn't know that around him, Ma Hao and Du Changfeng had developed a new conspiracy, and he was busy dealing with more and more guests.

It's almost noon, and the heat is getting hot, and it's a good time to eat a breezy meal.

When the first Qingfeng rice was served today, everyone was attracted by the rich and colorful food.

Although he had expected it to be popular, Fang Yu underestimated the amazing allure of the combination of special ingredients and his excellent cooking skills.

There are constantly people who give up their festival and try to cut the queue because they are desperate to eat delicious food.

If it weren't for the fact that several old customers who "had a one-sided relationship" took the initiative to help him maintain order, maybe someone would have fought because of the queue.

In order to avoid the undue riots, Fang Yu had to show some real skills and speed up the production of Qingfeng rice for the diners.

The four fingers of his left hand hooked four dinner plates, and the rice spoon in his right hand reached into the refrigerator, and with a quick scoop and shake in the rice bowl, four rice balls of average size flew out and landed right in the center of the lunch box.

Placing the four dinner plates on the inner counter, Fang Yu asked the guests about the ingredients they needed in turn, turned to face the refrigerator, and took two food spoons to open the bow left and right. Honey peas, coconut fruit, taro balls, raisins, crispy peanuts... Fang Yu seemed to conjure up eight arms, and scooped up the same ingredients without looking back.

These ingredients are drawn in the air in long lines of different colors, not only accurately falling on different plates, but also arranged in a fan-shaped shape without any disorder.

Because someone asked to add mango and papaya, Fang Yu took one from the refrigerator and turned to face the counter.

Just look at Fang Yu's two hands and four fingers, the mango and papaya in the palms of his two hands rotated in his palms, and the thumb gently pressed the kitchen knife on the surface of the fruit and changed the angle slightly, and the skins of the two fruits were cut clean as if magically.

Then Fang Yu threw the two fruits crossed, only to see the kitchen knife flashing in cold light, and the papaya and mango were divided into two parts of thirty-two pieces each in the air. Fang Yu's hand flipped, the kitchen knife was stretched out, and the fallen fruit pieces were neatly arranged in a rectangle on the knife surface. Fang Yu stacked some of the fruits on the two knives in the corresponding lunch box, and poured the rest into the empty preparation box for later use.

This series of miraculous performances, especially the one-handed peeling and volley slashing at the end, really scared the diners queuing up at the scene.

Even the old customers who helped maintain order were stunned, they knew that Fang Yu was good at cooking, but they didn't expect it to be like this. Ordinary people don't talk about this kind of cooking, they haven't even heard of it, it's even better than the fruit peeler in the mobile game.

Needless to say, those who have already tasted Qingfeng Rice, those who are still in line are no longer complaining, and it is worth the trip to see such a magical cooking show without eating.

Many tourists who were standing on the periphery of the booth and were afraid of the long queue saw this scene, and immediately ran to the end of the line without hesitation to join the queue.

Fang Yu has no feeling for the adoring gazes around him, and once he starts to concentrate on making food, he will devote himself to it, striving to make every step as perfect as possible, and using a variety of ingredients to paint a unique and delicious picture for each diner.

Although Fang Yu seemed to have questions and answers with every guest, as he silently coordinated his movements and five senses in the "Ancient Five Fowl Opera", his movements became more and more light and natural, and his heart became more and more calm and peaceful.

When Fang Yu's movements became an instinct between intentional and unintentional, the whole person slowly entered a peculiar state.

His spirit seemed to rise out of his body and become something indescribable, like a cold sun hanging high in an inexplicable space. All the changes in the body are under the light of this round of cold sun, and there is nothing to hide.

At this moment, Fang Yu felt like the supreme god of his body, able to control every muscle and nerve of himself at will. The superfluous details of the movements that had never been discovered before, the subtle defects in the operation of the exercises, and the slightest errors in the harmony of flavors were all discovered and corrected under the cold sun.

Just as Fang Yu was immersed in this rare experience, a diner suddenly crashed into the counter and knocked out a plate of Qingfeng rice that Fang Yu had just placed on it.

As if he had the ability to predict, Fang Yu naturally put down the kitchen knife in his hand, and raised his hand to catch the flying plate as easily as picking the leaves on a tree, and the ingredients and soup in it did not spill at all.

Although Fang Yu easily caught the plate, his flowing movements were also interrupted, and the spirit hanging out of the sky retreated, and that god-like feeling disappeared.

Fang Yu's face was as calm as water, but there was a surge of anger in his heart.

Even if Wei Zhen was not here today, and no one explained to Fang Yu what the phenomenon just now was, he also knew that it must be a rare and special opportunity.

He had already felt the benefits of entering this state, and every second he had in that state would make Fang Yu make tremendous progress. But just after feeling a little bit of beauty, he interrupted himself, even the good-tempered Fang Yu wanted to be angry.

Although the diner who bumped into the counter just now didn't know that he had ruined Fang Yu's good deeds, he also explained apologetically: "I'm sorry, Boss Fang, someone pushed me behind just now, and I didn't stand firm..."

Before the diner could finish his sentence, a hand stretched out from the crowd tossed aside.

"Get out of the way, squeeze anything." Two uniformed, crooked hat-wearing security guards shouted and crowded to the counter.

"You're the person in charge of this booth?" A security guard with wide cheekbones and a slightly crooked mouth asked unceremoniously by tapping the counter with a rubber stick in his hand.

Fang Yu was holding back the fire in his heart, seeing that this guy was so rude, he also said unceremoniously: "Line up after ordering food, turn left ten steps if you don't order food, and if you want to make trouble, go to the corner to find the cleaning aunt over there." One last word of caution, please don't use your excretory organs to speak to me, it's rude, thank you! ”

The security guard was stunned by Fang Yu's series of words, and after reacting for a while, he realized that he was scolding himself, and immediately became angry.

"You melon baby, you have eaten the bear's heart and leopard gall, even Lao Tzu dares to scold, see if I don't give you some color." The crooked-mouthed security guard said that he was about to beat Fang Yu with a rubber stick, but was pulled by the mustachioed security guard next to him.

"Third brother, third brother, you can't beat people, it's okay to convince people with reason, we have to convince people with reason."

The crooked-mouthed security guard shouted as he broke free of his mustache, "Let go, I have to clean up this kid today." ”

The mustachioed security guard looked at the crooked-mouthed security guard with a reluctant look, and he was also a little anxious:

"Don't make trouble, third brother, it's important to do the right thing, if we miss the right thing, we won't be able to eat and walk around."

The crooked-mouthed security guard stiffened when the mustache said this, and the stick he was holding was put down.

The mustachioed security guard saw that the crooked-mouthed security guard was no longer making trouble, so he let go of him and whispered in his ear:

"Third brother, there are so many people here, if you really fight, it will ruin the matter explained by the above. We'll take this kid to a place where no one is in a while, and then won't our brothers clean him up as much as they want. ”

The crooked-mouthed security guard straightened his clothes and said to the mustache angrily: "Okay, I'll listen to you, let's get down to business first." ”

The mustache gave the crooked-mouthed security guard a "don't worry" look, turned around and said to Fang Yu seriously:

"Someone reported that you had illegally set up a booth here, causing a safety hazard in the venue. You stop business now, pack up your things, and go with us to the management office to be punished. ”