Li Yi is really not watching the screen in the live broadcast room, he is replying to a private message to the user called Yangcheng Huang Gongzi.

Yangcheng Huang Gongzi: I've arrived, where are you on Luju Road?

Anchor: At the intersection of Hengjie Road, you can see it when you turn the corner and come in.

As soon as he replied to the private message, Li Yi heard an exclamation.

"! Tearing onions? ”

"Why did the king tear the onion come?"

Li Yi followed the sound, but saw a middle-aged man with a mediocre appearance getting out of the driver's seat of the Ferrari.

He was in his thirties, dressed in a simple T-shirt and shorts, with a pair of sandals on his feet, and looked no different from the average office worker who went out shopping at night.

But the spicy car he drove was a luxury car that cost more than 20 million, coupled with the fatigue of over-satisfying his desires unique to a rich man, and the Internet celebrity-level beauty holding his arm next to him, which suddenly made him stand out from the crowd.

Many of the audience present called out his name, Wang tearing onions.

He is the son of the former richest man and the second generation of the richest people in China.

Because he often posts some straightforward and bold remarks on Weibo, and often plays with people in the entertainment industry, he has received a lot of attention and has become the most famous one in the rich second-generation circle.

In addition to being rich, he is most talked about for his rich emotional experience.

He likes to play, likes beautiful women, and even ran an online variety show of the draft by himself, and was jokingly called a concubine by netizens.

And he does have a lot of girlfriends, and he will change one at two ends in three days, and they are basically Internet celebrities.

The high-tech beauty next to him is obviously his new love.

After the onlookers saw him, many of them took out their mobile phones and filmed him.

For such a scene, Wang Tearing Onion was obviously used to it, as if he hadn't seen it, so he came directly to Li Yi's snack stall.

He glanced at the sign on the food stall, his gaze resting on the price of 10,000 yuan for a second, and let out a soft snort from his nostrils.

His appearance appeared in the live broadcast room, which instantly caused a sensation!

"! Tear the green onion! ”

"Is this boss so rich? Invited all the torn onions? ”

"Is it money to tear onions? This is obviously a script made by an Internet celebrity agency that has torn up the onions! ”

"Script, script, do you use a new word everywhere?"

"Isn't this my husband? I love you! I'm going to wear black silk to show you! [Picture]"

"Fuck the faggots, fuck off! Spicy eyes! ”

"This TM is a natural black silk, right? Fluffy, didn't you say I thought it was a chimpanzee! ”

With the barrage, the number of viewers in the live broadcast room is also climbing rapidly, and it soon doubled to more than 20,000!

"Are so many people in line?"

The Internet celebrity beauty beside him looked around curiously and brushed her hair.

She loves the feeling of being in the spotlight.

"Do you want to eat this?"

Wang teared the shallots and frowned slightly and asked, "No matter how much fried rice you have, isn't it also fried rice?" Xiangjiang Kitchen God only sells 5,000 copies, he dares to sell 10,000 copies for such a small stall, and he knows that it is hype when he thinks about it, and you want to be charged IQ tax? ”

His words were not small, and Li Yi in the stall could also hear them.

He also knew that Li Yi could hear it, but he didn't care at all.

In the live broadcast room, the little blacks immediately became excited when they heard this.

"Brother Onion, don't be fooled! It's all scripts! It's all special effects! ”

"That's right! It's an IQ tax! To put it bluntly, it's just a bowl of fried rice! ”

But the Internet celebrity beauty next to Wang Torn Onion was still a little hesitant: "Not really, right?" Since he dared to sell 10,000 copies on the street, he should have something..."

As she spoke, she looked around, and suddenly saw Old Tang, eh, and stepped forward to ask, "Teacher Tang, are you here to shoot a video?" ”

"Hello."

Old Tang nodded and said hello, and smiled at the king and tearing the onions.

In front of the top rich second generation like Wang Tearing Onion, he is still a little cramped.

"Have you eaten this fried rice? How does it taste? ”

The Internet celebrity beauty saw the tableware in front of Lao Tang and asked curiously.

"To be honest, it's pretty good."

Lao Tang said seriously: "This fried rice is really delicious, the boss's craftsmanship is a must, although it is a little expensive, but it is all real materials, and it is indeed worth tasting." ”

"Humph!"

Wang teared the onion chuckled lightly and complained: "Have you ever eaten something good?" Is it the real thing as soon as you open your mouth? ”

This was a bit heavy, and Old Tang's face suddenly changed.

What he questioned was the professionalism of Lao Tang's food appreciation, and he was already suspected of smashing the signboard, so Lao Tang couldn't help but be angry.

But Old Tang still maintained a stiff smile on his face, and explained: "I haven't eaten as many good things as you, but I'm a cook, and I must know more than you."

But I want to ask, what do you mean by good? Does half a head of dried abalone count? Does Dalian Liao cucumber count? Does the best official swallow count? Does 10 scallops count? ”

Hearing his words, Wang Torn Onion was not angry, but was aroused a trace of interest.

"Do you have all these in this fried rice?"

"Of course!"

Old Tang raised his head: "Otherwise, I'm wronged?" Spend 10,000 yuan to buy an egg fried rice? ”

Wang Tearing Onion looked at the tableware in front of him, and then directly pointed to Li Yi's wok, and signaled: "You, the emperor, fried rice, bring me two portions." ”

Li Yi glanced at him and asked indifferently, "Are you Yangcheng Huang Gongzi?" ”

Wang was stunned: "What Yangcheng Huang Gongzi?" ”

"Oh, if not, I'm sorry."

Li Yi shook his head: "I only have two fried rice ingredients left, and I have already booked them for Yangcheng Huang Gongzi, if you want to eat, please be early tomorrow!" ”

When Wang Tearing Onion heard this, he couldn't help frowning slightly.

As soon as he tried to speak, he heard the roar of a sports car coming from the alley.

A McLaren P1 turned into the alley and slammed the throttle.

Seeing the red spicy method in front of it, its roar was quieter, and then it turned to the right and stopped against the side of the road.

Then, the car door opened, and a white fat man who weighed two hundred and fifty pounds was removed from the car.

His fat body filled Givenchy to the brim, like a fat walrus.

Because he was too fat, he was already so tired that he was panting as soon as he got out of the car.

After getting out of the car, he leaned his neck on his waist and breathed a sigh of relief.

Taking a deep breath, he smelled the fresh fragrance in the air that had not yet dissipated, and couldn't help but sigh with some surprise.

Then, he went around to the co-pilot, opened the door, and a little girl about seven or eight years old got out of the co-pilot.

Holding the little girl, he came to the food stall, but saw Wang tearing onions at a glance.

"Huh? Brother Onion? Why are you here? ”

Wang Tearing Onion obviously recognized him, so he nodded at him lightly: "Bring your girlfriend to have fried rice." ”

"With vision, this fried rice is really good, I just watched it in the live broadcast room, and the ingredients used are good..."

When the fat man said this, he suddenly remembered something: "Huh? I seem to have ordered the last two copies of him. ”

When Wang Tearing Onion heard this, he glanced at him and pulled the corners of his mouth: "It turns out that you are the Huang Gongzi of Yangcheng?" ”

"Haha! Screaming. ”

The fat man laughed twice and proposed, "So be it! I'll give you one of the two I ordered! ”

Wang teared the onion and shook his head: "Forget it, how can one serving be enough for two people?" Eat it! Let's come back another day! ”

The Internet celebrity beauty beside him looked around, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "One is fine!" I eat less, just taste a bite, you eat more. ”

Wang Torn Shallot frowned slightly, he knew that she wanted to take a photo and post it on Weibo, so he nodded: "That's okay......"

But before he finished speaking, Li Yi suddenly spoke: "Today's meal has been set and cannot be changed, if you want to eat, come back tomorrow!" ”

"Why?"

Internet celebrity beauties are puzzled: "Aren't you the boss?" Is there anything that can't be changed? This Brother Huang also agreed! ”

"If I say I can't change it, I can't change it."

Li Yi looked at her with a flat look.

"Shh

Wang tore the onion and pulled the corners of his mouth and laughed: "Is it so?" ”

Li Yi didn't answer, just looked at him calmly, neither humble nor arrogant.

In the dream world, even if the emperor wants to eat a bite of the Supreme Emperor's fried rice, he has to take care of the master's mood.

Otherwise, if the master is unhappy, he will be called sick and picky.

The emperor can't do anything about him, because if he kills him, there will be no one to cook fried rice.

And if he beats him and breaks his muscles and bones for a hundred days, then he will have a longer time to pick his son.

Craftsmanship is the dignity and confidence of craftsmen.

Even if it is the emperor, the craftsman must be given the most basic respect, and it should not be humiliated.

In the live broadcast room, the audience who saw this scene has already begun to madly barrage.

"! The boss is such a cow beep! Even the king dares to pout the green onions! ”

"Is it another cattle show?"

"People don't have a bad attitude, right? didn't rush anyone, just said that today's meal has been decided, let Wang tear the onion and come back tomorrow, what's the problem? ”

"Tearing onions, won't this lift the stall?"

"How dare he? If you have money, you will be exposed? The owner has the right to choose to receive customers. ”

"Didn't Wang tear the onion just now and say that it was an IQ tax? Why do you want to eat it now? ”

"Well done! I can't get used to those guys who cut in line! ”

"Sold out today, please be early tomorrow, if you want to eat, queue up!"

Seeing that Li Yi was neither humble nor arrogant, Wang Torment's face was a little ugly.

The owner of a food stall dares to give him a look?

Seeing that his face was not good, the Internet celebrity beauty regretted it a little.

She glanced at the onlookers around her who were holding their mobile phones to take pictures, hurriedly pulled him, and persuaded in a low voice: "Forget it, then we'll come back another day." ”

Wang tearing onions is too famous, and any thing posted on the Internet will become popular.

If someone takes a video of him getting angry at the owner of this food stall and posts it on the Internet, it will definitely cause criticism from unsuspecting netizens.

Wang Torn Onion was just about to say something, but an abrupt voice suddenly sounded.

"Where did you get all this cutlery?"

When everyone heard the sound, they looked back, only to find a gray-haired old man standing at the small dining table, leaning over and looking intently at the set of tableware that held fried rice.

Seeing this, Li Yi opened his mouth and replied, "This is mine, is there any problem?" ”

The old man looked up at him and asked with a serious expression, "Can I pick it up and take a look?" ”

Li Yi glanced at him, his eyes fell on the string of red sandalwood hand beads he was holding in his hand, and then nodded: "Yes." ”