Fortunately, Ye Hong and a few foodies from Shenzhen City, although they were a little greedy, they were also able to 'distinguish between right and wrong', so under Zhang Jin's persuasion, they finally reluctantly put down the paper bowl in their hands after drinking a drop of zuihou.

After taking a nostalgic look at the steaming vat, Zuihou followed Zhang Jin, the 'landlord', and left the stall belonging to Zhang Jin.

Seeing that these guys were finally persuaded by themselves, Zhang Jin hurriedly beckoned these people to stand up, and walked to Xiao Dong, who was busy with a long-handled soup spoon in one hand and a paper bowl in the other.

"Xiao Dong, you can help take care of it here first, and you don't need to add soup or adjust the fire, just make soup and collect money. I'm going to go around! ”

After Zhang Jin finished speaking very irresponsibly, he didn't even wait for Xiao Dong to respond, he turned his head and dragged a group of people into the crowd.

This time, Xiao Dong's eyes looking at Zhang Jin were still 'resentful'! The degree of blackening of the background was not inferior to the level when Old Man Tao sent him to help Zhang Jin before.

Looking at the long paper-shaped queue in front of the stall with no tail, Xiao Dong knew that if he didn't get tired of lifting his two arms today, he wouldn't stop.

Moreover, what makes Xiao Dong even more resentful is that he smells such a fresh and tempting taste, and as a member of the outgoing link, he has swallowed his saliva seventy or eighty times, but he has not tasted even a drop of soup so far.

It's too painful, isn't it?

Xiao Dong regrets it!

"Why are you so two? Before, Brother Zhang, who was concocting this soup, dared to sit down and drink it, and he was suspicious and insisted that he was full and couldn't eat it. Forcefully pushed out the white soup that could have tasted in his mouth!

This time, the stall owners themselves are gone, and the entire stall and countless customers can go around by themselves, without even helping.

Looking at this crowd of customers, looking at my hands that I can't stop. I didn't have a chance to take a good taste of the earth-shattering soup that was praised by the guests!

Regret not being at the beginning! ”

No matter how much Xiao Dong regrets it, how painful he is, and how busy he is with cramps.

Zhang Jin, who had no awareness of the stall owner, was in a happy mood with seven small tails. Began their gluttonous journey.

Zhang Jin passed the previous 'stepping on the plate', and had already planned the route for everyone to 'eat'. In order to have a smooth journey, in order to leave a face that allows oneself to 'cut in line'.

Zhang Jin was even more familiar with these stall owners, and relied on his now perverted memory to write down the names of these people one by one.

Therefore, Zhang Jin was very active along the way, smiling and saying hello everywhere when he saw people. Zhang Jin is talking about two sentences here and two sentences there. It's really a bit of 'no one in the world knows you'.

"Brother Niu, give me eight small bowls of your beef offal soup...... You try Brother Niu's beef offal soup is definitely rare in the world, and it is definitely delicious that you have never tasted! ”

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"Turuk, this ceviche, give me a flower plate, a little bit of all kinds of things...... Try this Peruvian specialty, ceviche with fresh seafood, absolutely not! ”

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"Netsovsky. Your 'Shaulma' will give me eight copies...... This pizza roll barbecue made by Tsarist Russia is absolutely authentic. The cake and the barbecue work together perfectly. It's simply the Quanjude of foreign devils! “

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This time, seven eaters from the deep market. Not only under the leadership of Zhang Jin, the most discerning grandmaster-level chef, he tasted the top part of the entire long street. once again saw Zhang Jin's exaggerated language talent.

Zhang Jin and the stall owners speak Cantonese, Hokkien, Shanghainese, English, German, French, and Spanish...... Climbing, he turned around and explained to these friends in very standard Mandarin. ..., the switching of various languages, skillful and not jerky, made the seven people dumbfounded one by one.

Zhang Jin is proficient in many Chinese dialects, which Wei Feng and Xiao Fei knew when they were in school. At that time, Zhang Jin liked to climb everywhere, and when it came to having a wide range of contacts, I am afraid that he was second only to Lao Siweifeng, a natural bureaucrat.

In addition, there are people from all over China in the school, so Zhang Jin relies on his somewhat strange language talent. I learned a lot of dialects.

Zhang Jin can talk in Japanese, which Wei Feng and Xiao Fei are also very aware of. They even know that Zhang Jin worked "Jamai Disc" and "Yiku" in order to understand those Japanese action movies, and in order to understand those plots.

Even the two of them knew that their boss had an all-night 'cordial conversation' with several female students in overseas colleges because of this.

Zhang Jin speaks Spanish, and they know it. Because not so long ago. When the second couple went to Shenzhen, they saw Zhang Jin chatting with the second daughter-in-law of the bullfighting country.

However, it is unbelievable that Zhang Jin can now even speak English, French, German, Italian, and Korean.

Xiao Fei and Wei Feng clearly knew that when the boss was in school, it was not until the fifth year that he passed the English level 4 with a low score under the noble hand of the invigilator. I almost got stuck because of this, and I couldn't get a degree certificate from Lianlian.

But after a few years, Zhang Jin's current English level, even Mu Xinran, who graduated from the Department of Foreign Languages with an English major and worked in a foreign trade company after graduation, always had to use English, felt embarrassed and ashamed to compare.

And in addition, Zhang Jin is proficient in German, French, Italian, ......, when did he learn this? When did the boss become so demonic?

So under the leadership of Zhang Jin, while opening up the belly to gluttonous food, when everyone looked at Zhang Jin, they all realized that this guy was becoming more and more mysterious!

Even if it has been more than ten years, Xiao Fei and Wei Feng, who have been accustomed to their own boss often being unexpected, and always showing some unknown skills to the boss from time to time, are a little confused. Not to mention others?

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Although the long street is long, hundreds of thousands of people on the street do not know each other.

However, the word of mouth of Liliang is huge, and it can surpass the speed of light and cross the four-dimensional space at the speed of false rumors.

When Zhang Jin finished drinking a cup of Moroccan mint tea and was about to go to the seventh place on the established route, Aunt Liu'er's stall selling stinky tofu, it seemed that everyone on the street knew that there was a stall selling white soup in front of the Imperial Kitchen.

Moreover, they also heard that although there were no vegetables or meat in the white soup, it was incomparably fresh.

Because the stall was different, there was no famous flag, no signboard poster, only a huge vat placed there. Even including the guy who served the soup and collected the money, except for knowing that this soup was made with mutton and other ingredients through a secret method, all the other information about this soup was 'Mo Zai Yang', and he didn't even know what the name of this soup was!

As a result, many people who have drunk it simply call it 'the freshest in the world'!

Chinese people have a good name, and contemporary Chinese people like to criticize, like to pick thorns, and like to reflect their superiority by criticizing others' evaluations.

Some people say 'so-and-so soup' and 'fresh', that's fine, but if someone dares to say that it's 'the freshest in the world', it's a matter of provoking saliva.

So, when I heard that a bowl of white soup was just a bowl of soup, I dared to call it 'the freshest in the world', and naturally countless people who wanted to taste whether this soup was worthy of the name, countless people who simply wanted to find fault with the thorns, and countless people who had already made a draft and wanted to reprimand its arrogance after tasting it, rushed over in a big way. Joined the already long queue of 'waiting in line for soup' that couldn't find its tail. ..., in the already dense and crowded crowd of people, it is difficult to see a formation at all. If the team does not form a team, it is natural that the queue will be cut in endlessly.

And other people who planned to line up honestly naturally refused to wait stupidly when they saw someone cutting in line, so they joined the queue.

And the people who have been queuing for a long time suddenly have been inserted in front of them, and naturally their mood is not smooth, and they like to say a few words.

If both those who cut the queue and those who are cut in line are unforgiving, then quarrels are inevitable.

As a result, as more and more people know the name of the white soup stall in front of the Imperial Dining Workshop known as 'the freshest in the world', there are more and more people who cut the queue and are cut in line. More and more people joined the ranks of this quarrel, and the boundary became more and more chaotic.

The more chaotic it is, the more people cut in line; The more people cut in line, the more they quarreled; The more quarrels there are, the more chaotic the boundaries become;

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Eventually, a vicious circle was formed, which gradually spiraled out of control. If you lose your temper and start to do it, you may get out of control.

Zhang Jin was very leisurely, and continued to pull a few people to eat and walk. Regarding the current situation that his stall is getting more and more chaotic and out of control, although Zhang Jin also knows a rough idea from the conversations of passers-by, he doesn't think it's a big deal, he doesn't think it's a big deal, he doesn't think much about it, and he doesn't care about it.

Now Zhang Jin only cares about whether he can complete the task of eating forty-seven houses in a row today!

Seeing the crowd in front of me becoming more and more crowded, listening to the noise of whispering or chatting or admiring or sipping, it was gradually replaced by more and more high-pitched scolding; Noticing that the crowd in front of them was pushing and shoving, the situation was getting more and more serious, and even some people were angry and began to roll up their arms and sleeves, as if they had plans to start martial arts. The young Xiao Dong was a little flustered.

Xiao Dong knew that if this situation was not controlled, something would have to happen. With hundreds of thousands of people in such a crowded area, it could be a big deal if something happens!

So, Xiao Dong didn't care about the urging of a few people in front of the stall, so he hurriedly put down the spoon and bowl in his hand, and hurriedly took out the phone in his pocket and dialed it out. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )