The scallion pancakes are simply browned on both sides, and one side is pasted with a quick-fried egg.

Although it is an omelette, there is a lot of oil in the oil pan where the scallion pancake is made, and under such a "wide oil", the omelette has approached the texture of fried eggs, and it can be seen with the naked eye that the outer layer is extremely crispy. Xun Zhou swallowed his saliva, his nose subconsciously sniffed, inhaled the fragrance of scallion oil, flour and fried eggs, and took a bite.

The outside of the scallion pancake fried until brown is crispy, and the crispy taste of the tooth is broken, revealing the inside of the scallion pancake, which is different from the crispy appearance, and the inside of the scallion pancake is extraordinarily soft, and the pure salty aroma of scallion oil is mixed with the fragrance of the crispy, with a soft wetness and is sent into the mouth. In one bite, from hard to soft, from crispy to moist and soft, the taste of the shallots is also different, from the dried green onions fried brown on the surface to the fresh green onion leaves inside, all kinds of ingredients have the same taste, and the changes are clear, but each one is extremely delicious.

As the teeth explore the way, bite open this scallion pancake, from the crispy on the outside, to the crispy shallots on the inside, and then from the crispy shallot on the inside to the crispy on the outside, and outside the crispy crust is the "wide oil" fried eggs.

The skin of the fried egg is fried to a brown color, and the texture is also the burnt aroma of the omelette, and when the thin layer of skin is broken, it is a tender egg white, and the texture of several ingredients is naturally rich in one bite.

This light taste is not surprising to become one bite after another, when the cake and eggs are halfway eaten, the egg yolk is sent into the mouth, and when he noticed the choking, Xun Zhou suddenly remembered that there was a bowl of soybean milk yam porridge in his hand, and he lifted the spoon again and was busy drinking the porridge in the bowl.

Looking at Xun Zhou's "hurrying" appearance, Ah Bing, who had a gap in front of the stage for a while, couldn't help but say: "I'm not like Xun Gongzi, if it's a boiled egg, I will feel choked on the egg yolk, and if it's an omelette, I won't feel choked!" After a pause, without waiting for Tang Yuan to talk to Wen Mingtang, Ah Bing said again, "If he is afraid of choking, he can tell me earlier, I can fry the egg yolk into a flowing heart." ”

The last sentence carries some indescribable confidence. If he had mastered this matter a few months ago, when he hadn't met Master Wen, he wouldn't have been able to do it. But now, practice makes perfect, and whether this omelette is raw or not is all in the hands of the work.

As he was talking, Lin Fei and Zhao You stepped into the kitchen with a food box, and when they came to the stage, Lin Fei raised his eyes, and when he heard Ah Bing's emotion, he said: "I want the scallion pancake with the flowing egg yolk!" ”

Ah Bing let out an "oh", while making scallion pancakes, he glanced back at Wen Mingtang, and waited until Lin Fei left after receiving the morning food, and then turned back to Wen Mingtang and said, "Master Wen, Lin Shaoqing's taste is similar to yours!" ”

In fact, the real first pot of scallion pancakes and soybean milk yam porridge was bought and eaten by several of their cooks and Ji Cai from the takeaway stall, and only Master Wen asked for a scallion pancake with egg yolk and flowing heart.

Wen Mingtang glanced at Ah Bing, "um", and said, "Otherwise, when making spicy dishes, why does Lin Shaoqing's share always have to be made separately from mine?" ”

Of course, this special care is not for Lin Fei, but she Wen Mingtang is not a person who likes to wronged herself.

After sweeping away the food plate in front of him, Xun Zhou burped, touched his stomach comfortably, and then ...... As soon as he looked up, he saw a few "micro-service" servants who had already finished eating and were waiting for him in front of him.

"Xun Gongzi!" One of the officers handed over a bun with water filled with bamboo tubes, and said with a smile, "Let's set up a stall!" ”

The comfortable expression on Xun Zhou's face froze suddenly, and looking at the daily lunch, he couldn't help but shudder: Why haven't those god-killing gangsters taken the bait? How long will he have to eat this unpalatable lunch?

……

was nagged by Xun Zhou, who was setting up a stall to sell porcelain bowls, and the gangster dressed as a vendor sneezed, the weather is getting cooler these days, and this autumn shirt is afraid that it is not enough, and it is time to change into a winter shirt.

Because it was still early at this time, the morning market was not fully opened. The row of "Taoist priests" and "poor scholars" against the wall have not yet come, so there is no need to keep an eye on the bait for the time being, and the two of them can have a rest and eat a morning meal or something.

Just took out the bun he bought from the oily paper bag and took a bite, and one of the vendors suddenly wrung his eyebrows, turned his head to the vendor next to him, and said, "I saw the one surnamed Yang!" ”

Although he was talking to his companions, his tone was unconsciously a little disdainful.

Of course, this disdain is not for his companions, looking at Yang Jialangjun, who appeared in the field of vision of the two from afar, wearing a new shirt bought from Baoyuan, the vendor sneered: "This surnamed Yang is willing to spend money!" ”

Baoyuan is a well-known ready-to-wear shop in Chang'an City, and Yang Jialangjun's new shirt is afraid that it will cost ordinary people half a year.

"Such a stingy person surnamed Yang is generous at this time!" The other vendor sneered and took over the conversation, "Wearing gold and silver will never show the blind, it seems that most of them are looking for that lady!" ”

When mentioning the lady, the vendor subconsciously wrinkled his eyebrows: "What an out-and-out villain!" In order to catch up with the old man, when he pushed his fiancée out to replace him, he didn't even blink his eyes! ”

Although everyone is not a good person, the behavior of this surnamed Yang is that they feel a little disdainful when they see it.

"We still know the words brother and family, and if we want to start, we will also start with strangers! He's good, his hands aren't soft when he pushes the people around him! The vendor said, "I think if the benefits are great enough, his old lady can be pushed out at any time!" ”

The other vendor shook his head, glanced at the newly dressed Yang Jialangjun, and couldn't help but comment: "The person dressed up looks like a dog, but inside is a well-dressed beast!" ”

Holding a folding fan in his hand, Yang Jialang, who was dressed as a handsome son, sneezed reluctantly, rubbed his nose, and continued to walk forward.

Lin Fei, who was standing on the top of the three-story teahouse, slowly ate the scallion pancake in his hand, and watched Yang Jialangjun turn around and walk into a jewelry shop not far ahead.

Zhao You, who also had a full view of this scene, "dropped back into the bookbag", and used an allusion he heard from Wen Mingtang: "It's really that the early birds are eaten by the birds, and the early insects are eaten by the birds!" We are birds, he is insects, Xun Gongzi and those boys sat in the kitchen and ate morning food, but they missed this good show! ”

Lin Fei ate the scallion pancake in his hand and said "um", "I didn't think he came out so early, since he was dressed like this, it seems that we will have something to gain today!" ”