Following Wang Daqi, Li Chuanshui walked through the streets and alleys of the city, and soon came to the small shop they said sold yellow braised chicken and rice.

At first glance, Li Chuanshui found that this store was very inconspicuous, it was sandwiched between two tube buildings, and there was only one door in the direction of the street, and the eyes were not very good, and he would almost ignore it.

What makes Li Chuanshui speechless about this store is his signboard, which hangs on the lintel, with black characters on a white background, clearly writing "a small shop".

Well, it's really the right time.

Although this small shop is really not flattering, but they have a lot of customers, and at nearly five o'clock, there are already many people sitting on small stools at the door, waiting in a long line, holding numbers.

Compared with the low-key storefront, these waiting talents make Li Chuanshui care the most.

At a glance, the gourmets lined up in front of the small shop are dressed in suits and leather shoes, and they are extravagant, just by looking at their clothes, they know that they are definitely rich people with a rich background, not a big noble, but also a little rich.

And what surprised Li Chuanshui especially was that among these waiting people, a few of them were still very familiar, Li Chuanshui thought about it, it should be some people he had seen at the opening ceremony of Bai Susu's company.

These people who are not rich or expensive are sitting on small benches, holding numbered tickets, but they are sitting in the front and back rows of a snack bar, waiting obediently, which makes Li Chuanshui feel an inexplicable sense of joy, and makes Li Chuanshui feel deeply curious.

A small yellow braised chicken and rice shop that has only been open for two years can attract so many rich people, which really only shows that his family's meals definitely have two brushes, not by false rumors.

With warm expectations, Wang Daqi pulled Li Chuanshui to the door of the small shop quickly, and then said to Li Chuanshui: "Let's go quickly!" If it's late, you won't be able to get in line. ”

With impatient eagerness, Wang Daqi and Li Chuanshui walked through the crowd, through the porch of the hotel, and then came to the interior of the hotel.

As soon as he entered the meal, Li Chuanshui smelled a unique and thick chicken fragrance, which was as thick as porridge, and instantly made people feel a sultry appetite.

Just from the taste, Li Chuanshui understood that the yellow stewed chicken here must be made with some special secret recipe, which has some kind of mysterious adjunct that greatly increases the fragrance.

This excipient is very powerful, and it does not have a particularly unique fragrance on its own, but it can amplify the flavor of the yellow stuffy chicken itself.

Of course, although Li Chuanshui quickly understood the most important trick of making yellow stewed chicken at home through the taste, Li Chuanshui didn't smell what that kind of auxiliary material was.

After all, the fragrance is strong, and it is still a layer worse than eating it in the nose, and if you want to know the specific production method of that person, Li Chuanshui must taste it yourself.

With a hint of anticipation, Li Chuanshui looked at Wang Daqi, who was ordering food at the front desk.

The shop is really small, and between the brick floors, it is all but a five-step counter, five tables, and a dozen chairs.

The tables and chairs and benches were full of diners eating or waiting to eat, so when Wang Daqi walked to the counter, he walked with his feet on his feet, and after squeezing through, he had to be careful not to touch the arms or backs of the next guests.

In the narrowness, Wang Daqi knocked on the wooden cabinet at the front desk a few times, and then shouted inside: "Sister! Are there any places available? We want both! ”

With Wang Daqi's words, a white and innocent girl raised her head from behind the counter.

The girl looked like she was thirteen or fourteen years old, and although she hadn't grown yet, she could already see that she was a beautiful embryo.

Although the girl looks very good, but her face is very "sniffing", listening to Wang Daqi's kind words and asking, the girl just raised a cold voice, with a twelve-point commanding envoy replied: "There is only one left, do you like to eat or not."

"I'll go!" Li Chuanshui frowned in astonishment.

A simple reply, but it was so full of the smell of gunpowder, which made Li Chuanshui's heart gallop like a thousand horses, like an old man's cart.

In his heart, Li Chuanshui wanted to ask who the child's parents were? How to educate children? Don't you know how to respect the old and love the young?

In this regard, Li Chuanshui has black lines all over his head, but with Wang Daqi in front, he is not good at anything.

Full Cut ...... Let's take a look at how the situation develops.

After Wang Daqi got the girl's cold answer, a sense of disappointment immediately flashed on his face.

But then, Wang Daqi put on a smile again, and then compromised and said: "This ...... Just one for one! Our brother came over to eat, do you think you can add more soup and rice to this portion? ”

"No way!" The little girl categorically refused: "My yellow stewed chicken, every part is well proportioned!" You can't add an extra piece of meat, a piece of vegetables, love to eat, don't eat and roll! ”

The girl's tone is impulsive, and her words are spicy, which can be called unprecedented. Li Chuanshui was surprised, but a trace of disgust suddenly rose in his heart.

This kind of person, arrogant and arrogant, has reached the point of arrogance, even if they are very good at cooking, but they are too bad at being a little human.

If you say something cold like this, how much will it hit diners? Even if you eat something different and delicious, how can a person's mood be good?

Listening to the girl's almost paranoid arrogance, Li Chuanshui felt that someone had to educate this pepper of the motherland, otherwise it would grow crooked in the future...... She has become an old godmother in this life.

Adhering to the principle of educating people and doing good and the high quality of top diners, Li Chuanshui did not immediately fight back, but after Wang Daqi got the only number, he gently patted him on the shoulder and said, "Hey! There is only one number, what should we do? ”

Asked, Wang Daqi walked to the door to line up, shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly: "It's a pity not to eat such a rare number!" I think so, right? I'll go out to buy two steamed buns in a while, how about we eat a yellow stewed chicken? ”

Although Wang Daqi's idea was very "stumbling", in order to take care of his brother, Li Chuanshui nodded very willingly.

Immediately after, the two of them walked out of this "small shop" from the same way, and then made "nonsense" in the chairs at the gate.

After Wang Daqi didn't sit for a while, he got up and ran outside the alley to buy steamed buns. Li Chuanshui was bored, and after eating a compressed biscuit, he discussed it with the people waiting for the meal nearby.

But it's a pity that because Li Chuanshui is dressed very "non-mainstream", those men and women who wear gold and silver and wear high-end clothes don't like him very much, and they are silent after a few words, and because of this, Li Chuanshui feels very bored.

But at this time, at the end of the alley, I don't know when a man dressed like a beggar came, the man walked to the front and back of the pile, looked up and down at these men and women in suits and leather shoes, and finally cast his eyes in the direction of Li Chuanshui.

After a slight hesitation, the beggar-like man said to Li Chuanshui, "Young man, are you here to eat this chicken rice?" I advise you, it's better not to eat it! ”