Feng Jiao asked Qianmo to help, hung the limited-time special sign at the door of the wine shop, then turned around and returned to the back kitchen of the wine store and began to get busy.

She was busy for less than half an hour, and then she saw Qian Mo hurriedly running back to the wine shop: "Miss Feng Jiao, you must not have imagined that there are already people outside the wine shop who have started queuing, and there are still a lot of people queuing!" ”

Hearing this, even Feng Jiao herself couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

It's still a full two quarters of an hour before the restaurant opens every day, and I didn't expect customers to line up in advance.

Out of curiosity, she also followed Qian Mo out to take a look.

At the entrance of the liquor store, there were already seven or eight people queuing.

Lao Qin and his wife with their little granddaughter, as well as the uncle and his friends are all impressively listed.

In addition to them, there were also a few slightly familiar guests, all of whom were onlookers who watched the competition between Feng Jiao and Chef Wang in Yuehailou that day.

Feng Jiao was about to ask Qianmo to open the door of the wine shop in advance, welcome the customers who were queuing outside, and let them sit in the wine shop and drink a cup of tea first, so as not to let them stand outside and queue up, and saw that the young lady in white who had eaten a bowl of fat intestine noodles yesterday was wearing a set of lilac dresses that looked the same dusty and elegant, as if she was afraid that she would be too late and would not be able to grab a place.

Seeing this, Feng Jiao smiled, and hurriedly asked Qianmo to open the door and welcome the guests in line into the store.

There were so many guests at once, and they were still queuing up outside, which made her feel very happy.

When Ling Yuan, who had turned into a black cat, walked into the kitchen with steps, he even heard the little chef who was preparing in the kitchen singing!

He heard her singing a strange song that he had never heard before, but which he thought was so beautiful that it could sing to his heart so soft and warm.

"Xiao Long Bao, Barbecued Pork Bun, Custard Sesame Bean Paste Bun, Big Meat Bun, Vegetable Bun, and Soup Bun......"

The songs are all about eating, which makes the little chef with a floral apron around her waist look full of cute and lovely.

Feng Jiao was singing her favorite "Ode to a Millennial Recipe" when she heard a chuckle behind her.

Immediately after, the man's deep, clear, familiar voice drifted into her ears.

"What's in your song is all about food." He laughed.

This shows that his little chef is also a snack.

Also.

If a person does not really like what he is engaged in, it is absolutely impossible to achieve considerable success in the professional field.

His little chef's cooking is super delicious, all because she herself has a deep love for food.

The little chef who can sing songs about food is cute and cute the more she thinks about it!

Feng Jiao smiled sweetly, her singing voice did not stop, until she finished singing this song, she smiled and asked, "What do you think of this song?" Do you like it? ”

"Haha, as soon as you hear it, you know it's a song written for snack goods, or a song written by snack goods." Ling Yuan smiled in an excellent mood.

Feng Jiao didn't get angry because of this, but smiled at Ling Yuanwan: "That's right." Having the opportunity to eat all the food from all over the world is one of life's great joys. ”

"Therefore, it is the greatest luck in my life to meet you who can cook the world's food."