The delicacies cooked by Wang Fatzi are made by using fresh crayfish and cooking by frying them first and then stir-frying.

The various spices added during the stir-fry give the crayfish a wonderful taste.

Such crayfish, the shrimp meat is white, the meat is firm, refreshing and springy, and it is delicious to the fingertips.

Tasting this temptation on the tip of the tongue, diners naturally feel that the aftertaste is endless and can't be stopped.

Of course, not all diners are as lucky as Mr. Bi and his family, on the first day of the opening of the snack street, they tasted the food in the crab flavor that Cai Youyou was responsible for, and the crayfish made by Wang Fatzi.

When Mr. Jing's family walked out of the smell of crab, they found that the crayfish had been sold out on Wang Fatzi's side.

Just when Mr. Jing looked at Mr. Bi, who was holding a crayfish from afar, peeling and eating it, and frowning a little unwillingly, Mr. Jing's granddaughter-in-law suddenly said: "Since we can't taste the crayfish made by Mr. Wang today, it's better to find out where Mr. Mo is." ”

Hearing this, Old Man Jing's eyes lit up.

That's right. Even if you can't eat crayfish today, there will be tomorrow. Today they can also taste the delicious snacks made by other people.

Soon, Mr. Jing found that there were more than a dozen people lined up at the door of the shop next door to Cai Youyou's crab flavor, and they were all like Mr. Jing, who had eaten fried crabs in the typhoon shelter but missed the crayfish diners.

On the other side of the glass vitrines where diners were queuing, Mo Xun, dressed in a white chef's suit, was standing in front of the cutting board cutting something, and put the cut things into an eco-friendly lunch box and handed it to the assistant next to him, who then paired it with some sauces and handed the lunch box to the diners in line.

Old Man Jing hurriedly walked over to take a look, and saw that the sign at the door of the store said, flavored braised goose, limited to fifty servings per day, and each person is limited to one copy. Lo-mei duck legs, limited to 50 servings per day, limited to one per person. Lo-mei duck neck, limited to 50 servings per day, limited to one per person.

The reason why Mo Xun chose the lo-mei shop is because he has to coordinate and arrange all kinds of affairs of the entire resort and snack street. In addition to selling the goods in the store, he has a lot of work. Therefore, he chose a relatively relaxed lo-mei restaurant as the area he was responsible for.

When Old Man Jing saw it, his eyes immediately lit up, and he patted his eldest grandson on the back: "Ji Chun, what are you still doing in a daze, why don't you hurry up and queue up?" What if these lo-mei are also sold out in a while! That's the lo-mei made by Mr. Mo! ”

Old Man Jing's voice triggered a response effect.

"What?! The lo-mei made by Mr. Mo?! ”

"Oh my God, I almost missed the delicacy of Mr. Mo's cooking because of the fried crab and crayfish in the typhoon shelter!"

"Hurry up and queue up, otherwise the lo-mei made by Mr. Mo will be sold out in a while!"

Soon, in front of the Zhiwei Lo Mei restaurant that Mo Xun was in charge of, there were many diners queuing up to buy.

Among them, there are also some girls who are secretly holding their mobile phones and taking pictures of Mr. Mo, who is busy cutting lo-mei.

Except for the person in front of him, no one can wear a chef's uniform full of fireworks with this effect of spring and snow.

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