Taking my daughter to open a breakfast shop and making millions of people cry

"Not looking for me, sit down and talk."

Ye Cheng made a pot of tea, put it on the table, and saw the other party looking at him stupidly, and smiled faintly.

"Good."

Ye Haitao sat at the table, he has been running the small shop for the past two days, and he closes every time he comes, but he didn't expect the small shop to close so early.

He thought that his boss might be middle-aged or elderly, but he never thought he would be so young.

"Looking for me just to look at me?"

"Nope."

Ye Haitao reacted, but he was a little embarrassed, quickly took out the business card in his bag and handed it over, "I am the editor of the food weekly "Delicious on the Tip of the Tongue", in fact, I have received many recommendation letters about [Ye Ji], and this time I also want to do a food column for the small shop."

Although he has not eaten anything from the small shop, he has obtained a perfect answer from the news media and Internet celebrity anchors who have interviewed the small shop before.

This time, he wanted to focus on the most ordinary and ordinary food, not on those luxurious, uncommon foods for ordinary people.

Food comes from the folk, and he always remembers this saying.

"Free?"

"It's free, but you'll need to provide us with the food in your store, and there will be a dedicated photographer to take pictures of the food."

Ye Haitao introduced.

"How about that, tomorrow you can try what I have in my store first, so that you will be inspired, won't you?"

"I also think so, this time it is tentatively three small shops, and yours is the highest appeal."

Ye Haitao visited the other two stores two days ago, just this store that Ye Cheng has, if he can't contact the boss tonight, he can only hand over the information of the other two.

However, he still wants to collect the food from the three small shops and make the final decision.

"Well, come over tomorrow morning at 5:30, or come over tomorrow night and see your time."

Ye Cheng didn't want to provide him with any materials when he was busy.

"Then the manuscript will be delivered tomorrow morning, in the afternoon, okay?"

Ye Haitao looked at the time with a serious expression.

"Yes."

Ye Cheng poured a cup of tea and handed it over.

"Sorry, I still have business, go first."

Ye Haitao stood up, drank all the tea in one breath, his face was red and his neck was thick, he smiled apologetically, and left in a hurry.

Ye Cheng saw him away, locked the door, and walked towards the station.

On the food column, he does not have much emotion, after all, even if it is not a food column, he has a lot of repeat customers.

Early the next morning, Ye Cheng wrapped his buns when he heard a knock on the door.

Ye Haitao pushed the door and entered, and the bag he was carrying was placed on the table, "Am I coming a little early?"

"Fortunately, the buns have been wrapped, it will take 15 minutes, wait."

"Good."

When Ye Haitao came in, he saw how many people outside were walking towards [Ye Ji], and if he guessed correctly, he should have come to eat.

Zheng Junwei and Wang Xue stepped into the small shop at the same time, and when they saw the figure inside, they were slightly stunned, they had not seen it before, and they didn't look like diners.

"This is the leaf editor of Food Weekly's Tip of the Tongue."

Ye Cheng introduced, knocked the door of the small shop by the way, and the guests who had long been lined up entered the small shop in order.

"Boss Ye, can you order food now, I was dreaming of eating your buns yesterday, and my soulmate poured me more."

"I also want soul mates, as much as possible."

"Boss, my bowl of oil-spilled noodles, trouble put more chili, I want to eat spicy."

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Ye Haitao listened to the conversations of the guests around him, and took out a notebook to write down on it, which may be helpful to the copywriter.

"It's time to order."

Ye Cheng was the first to get Ye Haitao the same, four buns and four tea eggs.

Ye Haitao first took out his mobile phone to take a picture of all the food, and then picked it up and tasted it carefully.

Although he is not a food critic, he has been exposed to so many cuisines and can be called almost a food lover.

Pick up the bun and take a bite, instantly conquered by its deliciousness, Ye Haitao has eaten hundreds or thousands.

Food Week has done food columns not only in Nancheng, but also all over the country, and he has tasted many of the cuisines of various regions, and only a few can make him so amazing.

"Ye Editor, the bun needs to be dipped in small ingredients, and it needs its soul mate."

Wang Xue passed by, pointed to the black sauce in the small plate, and smiled faintly.

Ye Haitao just found out that the waiter in the small shop was not only a handsome guy, but also a big beauty, whose appearance was too high.

The bun was lightly dipped in some sauce, and the second bite, was surprised again, said to be a soul mate, not bad at all, not only complemented each other in taste, the sauce meat aroma was completely highlighted by this sauce.

Take a sip of beef bone broth, the freshness of the soup with the fragrance of chives, down the throat all the way down, there is still a hint of sweetness in the mouth.

Surprises one after another, not only these two, even the most ordinary and common tea eggs, were made by Boss Ye to the extreme, impeccable.

After tasting all the delicacies, Ye Haitao's favorite is still soul mate, sauce meat buns and dipping sauces, as the cover of the next weekly magazine, there is no problem at all.

There were more and more customers in the small shop, and Ye Cheng didn't care about the editor of last week's magazine, finished the last bowl of oil noodles, and sat on a chair to rest.

"Boss, are there still noodles?"

"No, there are only 20 meat buns, four tea eggs, and beef bone broth left."

"Wrap these up for me."

"Good."

Ye Cheng packed all the remaining food into a bag, and after sending off the guests, he returned to the kitchen and ping-pong.

All the food was sold out, and the three of them also had to eat, and it happened that yesterday the grain store owner sent some noodles, one bowl of noodles per person.

He kneaded some more noodles and made six hot dough cakes, three large bowls of noodles on the table, some green onions in the hot dough cakes, and the golden yellow cakes with turquoise chives were very tempting.

"What a fragrant pie."

Wang Xue walked into the door of the store, saw the table cakes, her eyes widened, she thought that the boss was better at doing the things on the wall.

I didn't expect to do other things very fragrant.

"I'm afraid that you two will get tired of eating things in the store all day, and occasionally eat noodle soup and flatbread to improve the taste."

Ye Cheng picked up a wisp of noodles, "bald" into his mouth, and only put simple seasoning in the noodles, but the taste was surprisingly good.

The hot dough cake is golden and crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and when you take a bite, it has the fragrance of chives, which contrasts sharply with the meat in the store.

"Boss, how do you do, what is delicious, it's so delicious."

Zheng Junwei took a sip of the essence of the soup and wiped his mouth, surprisingly satisfied.

Ye Cheng smiled and said nothing, the system gave him more than ten years of chef experience, how could he not even do these things well?

After breakfast, Zheng Junwei and Wang Xue went to the farmer's market together.

Ingredients prepared by Ye Cheng in the store.

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Magazine.

Ye Haitao had eaten breakfast and hurried over, feeling a flash of light in his head, and a feeling of learning and riching.

Wrote a whole three pieces of copy in one go.