Lu Li lined up in a long line and walked into a restaurant to take a closer look.

This is the restaurant where Lu Li saw the long queue on the way to the car before.

The restaurant is not big, only seven or eight tables, and it is not crowded like other restaurants, and each table is far away.

There are three special points.

One, there is no waiter in this restaurant, only the owner, so each guest needs to clean up the table by himself after eating.

Second, the dishes here are extremely expensive, such as an ordinary egg fried rice, which costs 1888.

Third, each guest is only allowed to order a meal once, and does not accept take-out packaging, so you can only eat here, if you order too much and can't finish eating, then this restaurant will never entertain again next time.

But even with these three points, the restaurant is still overcrowded every day, as if the food here is full of poppy husks, which can make people addictive.

Lu Li sat in his seat, and heard a middle-aged bald guest next to him suddenly shout when he saw the menu: "You forgot to mark the decimal point of this price, it's just a plate of egg fried rice, it actually costs 1888, I want to go crazy for money, I think eighteen yuan is about the same." ”

"There is another such fool who dares to question the little god of food. At a table not far from Lu, a middle-aged man wearing the image of an artist in slippers shook his head and said.

Looking at his dress, he should live in this neighborhood, obviously I often see this situation, but also, people have a herd mentality or curiosity, and when it comes to lunch, seeing that a restaurant can line up for such a long time, I naturally want to see what is going on.

"Sorry for the guests, the prices in our restaurant are like this, if it's not convenient to eat, please leave to make room for the people in the back. The restaurant owner who came to record the order came out of the back kitchen and said to the middle-aged man without humility or arrogance.

"Cut, isn't it 1888, it's not that I can't afford it, I just don't think it's worth it, if you can't conquer me with the food you come up with, then blame me and sue you at the Industrial and Commercial Bureau!" The middle-aged man took the menu, hesitated for a moment and ordered two dishes, one egg fried rice and one cucumber, both of which are common foods in street restaurants.

"Okay, guest, please wait!" The boss was dressed in a disposable white chef's uniform, looking extremely clean, just looking at his face, he definitely didn't have to worry about the threat of the middle-aged man on TV, but came to Lu Li's table and continued to ask, "What does this guest want?"

Lu Li flipped through the menu, ordered a dish after a casual look, and continued to watch the show.

It didn't take long for the restaurant owner to take out the things from the back kitchen and serve them one by one, the middle-aged man's egg fried rice and cucumber were also put in front of him, the egg fried rice was crystal clear, each piece of rice was wrapped in egg liquid, like a topaz, and the same is true for cucumbers, each piece of cucumber is delicate and dripping, with the sauce inside, it makes people have a great appetite at a glance.

Looking at the two dishes in front of him, the middle-aged bald man's face became extremely serious, and he smelled it in front of the color, but he didn't find the fragrance, so he said as if he had a hard mouth: "It looks good, but I don't know how it tastes." ”

Scooped a bite of egg fried rice with a white porcelain spoon, the middle-aged bald man's face became more and more serious, and he ate two bites of cucumber from time to time.

But after the middle-aged bald man finished eating, he said slowly: "I took back the words that were only worth eighteen yuan before, because it is disrespectful to the ingredients." ”

"Just say that the rice of this egg fried rice, more than 1888, the rice is rouge rice, "Dream of Red Mansions" has twice mentioned this very rare rouge rice, rouge rice has been extinct in the 70s of the last century, a small restaurant can get it as a raw material for egg fried rice, it can only be said to be wasted. ”

The middle-aged bald man's eyes revealed an amazing light, which made the restaurant owner look a little wrong, and the bald man continued: "This rice alone is indeed worth the price, but for your cooking skills, I can only say that it is not bad for other people, but for these superb materials, it is just a violent thing!"

The bald man tore off the suit on his body, revealing the chef's uniform inside, put on the chef's hat again, moved his fingers, and said to the somewhat stunned restaurant owner: "Let me Tang Da Niu teach you how to cook!"

Lu Li finished eating the things in his mouth and walked out of this restaurant, there was no need to see the back part, he saw this bald man on the way here, so he planted a system for him, the main talent of the system came from the three food-related worlds that the Shadow Legion of Gresta had conquered.

One is a world where you can make glowing dishes, the other is a world where you can make dishes into aphrodisiacs, and there is a world where you can use a kind of food cell to make food provide power to people.

The bald man with the support of the three world food powers, if he can't defeat the restaurant owner, it can only mean that Lu Li's system production level has declined.

At the same time, those who came out in the limelight were challenged, some of them were from Lu Li's handwriting, he was making a large number of things like the system gold finger, so that people could challenge those fulcrums, of course, Lu Li was not the only one who saw through the truth of the matter, so Shui Lanxing slowly began to mess up these days.

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Got up early, Li Chengfeng decided to run to school early this morning to avoid those school bullies, otherwise he wouldn't want to go to class well one day.

And things seem to be just as he expected, those people are often late, how can they arrive early, as long as they persist in finishing this semester, he will be able to graduate, he doesn't have extravagant hopes for college, he can work early, and he can return home early.

After a day of study, Li Chengfeng read a book in a remote corner of the school and waited for a while, quietly collecting waste products such as empty water bottles, and then went home.

It's just that he didn't notice that in the commissary on the other side of the school gate, a student smoking a cigarette stood up and followed him.

Li Chengfeng, who was helping out at home, heard that the door was violently kicked open, and thought that he had come back with his father, but he didn't expect it to be those school bullies.

"Hide from us!" Li Chengfeng just wanted to say something, but was kicked in the stomach by the man, and his body smashed on the table in the small room, this kind of sound naturally attracted Li Chengfeng's fucking attention.

"Who are you, don't beat my son, you want to beat me, don't beat my son!" This kind of thing happened a few times in the early years, and the families who lost their children, because they couldn't find their children, found them, beat them violently, and hated the house and Wu even more, thinking that you had abducted and sold my child, and you actually raised a son, so you wanted to beat Li Chengfeng, so the old woman's first reaction was to stand up and say that she was going to beat her.