The overflowing egg aroma in the mouth, with a rich taste, makes people deeply intoxicated and can't extricate themselves, especially the golden egg liquid, as if it was distributed in advance, the grains of rice are so evenly proportioned, and at the same time have a sweet taste. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The boss of Hesheng Porridge just took a bite, and his heart was deeply shocked.

"Is this really egg fried rice?"

"Is this really just egg fried rice?"

Two questions flashed in his mind in a row, it was not that he had never eaten egg fried rice, but he had never tasted egg fried rice like this in his decades of catering.

If you don't enter a line, you don't understand a line. As the boss of Hesheng Porridge, it is naturally impossible to drink porridge every day, and he also likes to eat very much, and he is an out-and-out foodie, so when this mouthful of rice enters his mouth, the boss of Hesheng Porridge is deeply shocked.

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The grass man looked at it with a smile on the side, every time he saw this kind of person who was conquered by Zhao Shen's food, as a Zhao Shen's diner, he had a special sense of achievement, and that sense of achievement was like saying how correct his choice was.

It's like getting recognition, and this recognition doesn't come from one person, as long as it's a person, they will make the same choice as him, and this feeling can't be more pleasant for him.

Zhao Shen didn't pay attention to it, and never even took this little episode seriously, every day such guests have to meet many people, do they have to explain to them that they have to eat to know?

If that's really the case, I'm afraid I don't need to cook, just be a consultant every day.

"How is this possible? How did you manage to make such a perfect and fulfilling flavor even though it was only rice and eggs, and you couldn't help yourself? I'm ...... all over the meal."

The boss of Hesheng Congee couldn't help but speak, and suddenly reacted halfway through speaking, and he almost revealed his identity in excitement.

But he really couldn't hold back the shock in his heart, this egg fried rice, there was no oil smell in it, some were just pure fragrance, what kind of oil was used to achieve such a state?

In addition, this egg can be wrapped in every grain of rice very evenly, what are you kidding, this is not an anime!

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On that side, Zhao Shen's subordinates did not stop, except for an incredible back, there was no superfluous explanation.

The food in his hand into the pot, wafting out a strong fragrance, and the hot breath when the pot is bursting, and the flames running high under the pot, make him look very sacred, this is like the painter is evolving his own star scroll, the pianist is playing his own beautiful melody, everything is so comfortable and incredible!

The sound of "snorting" in the pot rises and falls rhythmically, as if it is playing and singing, and the food is merging happily, turning the original simple egg fried rice into a taste like a fairy elixir, which makes people not happy.

In particular, the heat of the pot, the tranquility of the pot, as if all the essence is gathered at this moment, the egg fried rice that glows with golden light falls from the pot into the glass plate, and the gold shines so that people can't look at it directly!

The boss of Hesheng Congee suddenly felt that he had just missed hundreds of millions, and he knew that it was so perfect, so he should see more and learn more, so that he could have some room for improvement, and he would not come in vain.

"Boss, another plate of fried rice with golden eggs." The boss of Hesheng Porridge Ji spoke.

"I'm sorry, no."

Before Zhao Shen could speak, the grass man in the clothes imitated Zhao Shen's serious expression and said, which made Zhao Shen suddenly dumbfounded, when he met such a master, he would give you an answer every day!

"Why?" The boss of Hesheng Congee asked with a frown.

This time he didn't ask Zhao Shen in the back kitchen, he also saw that the owner of this small shop seemed to have a somewhat indifferent attitude, and he didn't like to care about people, except that the things in the pot could make him have a change in his expression, and he didn't even smile when he spoke.

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Is this a qualified hospitality? Is there a service industry doing this? If it weren't for the egg fried rice in Zhao Shen's shop, the boss of Hesheng Congee would definitely want to rush in and give Zhao Shen a good lecture, just like reprimanding his own employees.

So many years of experience and experience have taught him that if you want to do a good job in catering, you must do a good job in service, because catering must ultimately be divided into catering services.

But this small shop is completely different, this is completely relying on craftsmanship to conquer people, such a food, I'm afraid with more services to fight, can't compare! After all, what people eat in their stomachs is ultimately food rather than service.

"Because Master Zhao's Golden Egg Fried Rice is limited to one per day." The people of the grass said smugly, he was very happy to see others for food, because he was depressed by Master Zhao's rules at the beginning.

"What's the reasoning?" The boss of Hesheng Porridge Ji spoke.

In ordinary stores, if there are good sales of things, they are eager to sell them as soon as possible, and the owner of this small shop still has a limited amount, although sometimes there are some limited activities to attract customers, but there is no need to make a plate of egg fried rice in a limited quantity!

"Then bring me 6 buns."

The boss of Hesheng Porridge Ji thought about it, and couldn't figure out why he didn't think much about it, because the demand in his mouth already made him can't wait to taste it. I'll talk about the rest later, let him eat and eat first!

"Sorry, there are no 6 buns." The grass man spoke again, and very ruthlessly pushed the boss of Hesheng Congee Ji to the bottom.

"Why are you like that? What am I going to eat without anything? Boss, do you really say something? ”

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The owner of Hop Sheng Congee Kee was a little annoyed, and he even began to suspect that this diner deliberately made things difficult for him, so he didn't believe why the things that could make money were not sold, and this was not a skit.

"You can only order five." Zhao Shen said.

At this moment, the boss of Hesheng Porridge Ji was completely speechless, speechless, he didn't expect even the boss to say it like this, and he even began to wonder if he had heard it wrong?

His shop wishes that diners could order more things and eat more, but this small shop still doesn't let diners order more? That's a little too abnormal, isn't it?

Suppressing the inexplicable feeling in his heart, the boss of Hesheng Congee decided to eat it first.