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Tasca glanced at Zhou Hao with some envy and muttered, "Should I also take Mr. Ye as my master?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Feng across from him opened his eyes: "What a beautiful idea!"
Immediately, Tasca was so frightened that she buried her head back in the bowl.
Of course, Leng Feng couldn¡¯t let Tasca become Yehong¡¯s disciple.
¡°After all, he is Ye Hong¡¯s apprentice in name. If his apprentice worships Ye Hong as his teacher, wouldn¡¯t he be the same generation as Tasca?
This messy relationship is absolutely unacceptable!
Jiang Yi did not join in the farce, he just ate three large bowls of porridge in a row to make a fortune.
After being discovered by Tasca and Zhou Hao, it was inevitable that there would be another round of fighting.
"Ding! Your cooking skills are welcomed, and your cooking ability +1!"
And while Ye Hong and others were feasting in the store, people passing by outside the store couldn't help but stop.
"Did you smell it?"
¡°I smell it, it smells so good!¡±
More and more people are attracted by the aroma of porridge coming from the store.
At first, they were just neighbors, but gradually they became people in Yantang Street. In the end, even foreigners who came to Yantang Street couldn't help but step into the store.
Jiang Yi quickly explained to these people that the drunkard's porridge was not for sale.
But this didn¡¯t make them retreat. On the contrary, there were more and more people in the store.
"Your porridge is so delicious, why do you only eat it yourself and don't sell it to us?!"
A dark-skinned woman asked in broken Yanguo dialect.
Her voice immediately resonated.
Those people all stood in the shop and refused to leave. They just wanted to eat the same bowl of drunken man's porridge.
When did so many people come to the deserted Zuiwengju?
Jiang Yi was immediately embarrassed.
He could only look at Ye Hong for help.
Ye Hong did not drive these people away, but simply said to them: "If you want to eat porridge, you can, just pay.
A bowl is worth one hundred dollars. "
Li yuan is the common currency of a country.
According to today¡¯s exchange rate, one hundred yuan is roughly equivalent to six hundred yuan in Yanguo currency.
Even with Li Jian¡¯s high consumption level, one hundred Li Yuan is not something that can be spent casually.
Not to mention, it¡¯s just for a bowl of porridge.
As soon as Ye Hong's words came out, there was a burst of dissatisfaction.
"Are you kidding? A bowl of porridge costs 100 li?"
"Why don't you go and grab it?!"
But these voices of dissatisfaction were drowned out by more refutations.
"Boss, don't listen to them. I gave you the one hundred dollars first. Give me a bowl of porridge quickly!"
"That's right, I'm willing to pay two hundred dollars, as long as you give me this magical porridge."
Under the suppression of many foodies, those dissatisfied voices were quickly squeezed out of the store.
But Ye Hong, who was accidentally regarded as the boss, walked into the kitchen with a slight curl of his lips.
He was still thinking about how to help Zuiwengju solve its business difficulties. Isn¡¯t this an excellent opportunity right now?
Turn on the fire, cut the ingredients, make porridge
After a torturous wait, everyone in the hall finally watched eagerly as Ye Hong brought out another pot of drunkard's porridge.
The familiar aroma made the diners scream and scream.
Jiang Yi and others immediately took action and distributed the porridge to those diners who paid.
Soon, there was a voracious meal in the hall.
¡°This, this is the legendary Yanguo delicacy??¡±
"God, have I eaten nothing these years?"
"I'll give you three hundred yen, can you please give me another bowl?"
"I'll pay you five hundred dollars!"
While they were eating, they were full of praise for the drunken porridge. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com