Chapter 851: Fooling and targeting

Yuelun and Bobo couldn't stop drooling when they saw the meatball soup brought out by Chu Xiangjun, as well as a stack of sauce paste next to them that couldn't tell what it was.

The sense of smell of the two of them is different from ordinary people, especially Bobo, who naturally smells the strong aura fragrance emanating from the food.

The meatballs made by Chu Xiangjun this time are even more fragrant than what everyone ate just now.

Is it because of the good ingredients?

Bo Bo's mind was dripping, and he thought in his heart that he knew that he would hide a piece of fragrant pork, and let Chu Xiangjun do it to see what it tasted like when the time came.

Bo Bo and Yuelun really want to eat, but the three people who really have the qualifications to enjoy the ingredients are in extremely complicated moods at the moment.

The first person who was dissatisfied was Chu Yingxuan, who stared at the meatball soup for a long time.

The meatballs are smooth and delicate, and you can't tell what material is used at all.

Although the portion was full, Chu Yingxuan was still very skeptical: Are Chu Xiangjun sure that he used the whole little fragrant pig?

And this pile of black things next to it, what the hell is it, it looks like I have no appetite at all.

Chu Yingxuan frowned, very disgusted.

Lin Fengjiao and Chu Zhanpeng were also taken aback when they saw the meatballs brought out by Chu Xiangjun.

Lin Fengjiao had a sense of being overwhelmed, because she thought of various cooking methods for fragrant pigs in her mind, and she was still guessing what delicious dishes Chu Xiangjun would make, and she would eat a few pigs, after all, she charged a customization fee of 200,000 yuan.

However, what surprised Lin Fengjiao was that Chu Xiangjun actually made meatball soup.

Meatballs – soup?

Are you sure it's also a dish!

Chu Zhanpeng looked at the meatball soup for a while, and slapped the table directly, very angry: "Nonsense!"

really responded to what Chu Yingxuan said, Chu Xiangjun was a tyrannical thing and wasted his good ingredients.

Think about his cute little fragrant pig, Chu Zhanpeng has a hundred cooking methods to cook it fragrant and delicious, but in Chu Xiangjun's hands, it has become a child's play.

Compared with the anger of a family of three, media friends are obviously very calm.

It was probably because of drinking fragrant tea, everyone smelled the meatball soup, and only felt that the freshness that filled the tip of the nose was stronger than that of fragrant tea.

Although it seems very ordinary, the media just inexplicably have a strange feeling that it must be delicious.

Everyone raised the camera and clicked in fear, in addition to the food, everyone also took pictures of the angry faces of Chu Zhanpeng's family of three.

If the customer is not satisfied, is this considered a crisis of customized food in a hidden food shop?

"Where is nonsense, our customization has rules, that is, you make the ingredients, as for how to cook, it is up to us to decide. Yuelun had a smile on his face, but his tone was very tough.

After that, he also took out the contract, which had Chu Zhanpeng's signature on it.

Chu Zhanpeng's face was dark, and he was a little suspicious in his heart if this was a game set up by Chu Xiangjun for himself, deliberately trying to fool himself?

"We paid 200,000 yuan, and you can't fool us like this. Chu Yingxuan pouted and said aggrievedly.

Who wouldn't know how to make meatball soup! As for spending 200,000 yuan to eat it in your store, did I have my brain drained?

"Whether it's fooling or not, you can know if you eat and see. Chu Xiangjun was calm.

"I don't eat it!" Chu Yingxuan leaned back from the seat, clasped her hands around her chest, and was very unhappy: "Such ugly food, I have no appetite when I look at it." ”

Lin Fengjiao also frowned, did Chu Xiangjun deliberately target himself when he made food like this.

This Fu Shulan's daughter is really a little family, playing such a cautious eye, she looked down on her before in vain, and now it seems that it is nothing more than that.