Tiexian heirs in the city

There is nothing in the kitchen, the key is the white paper pasted on the glass in front of the kitchen, to be precise, the words on the white paper.

Fried eggs are 88 yuan each, and each person can only buy one.

Other things in this store are not expensive, but a fried egg is sold for 88, which is really outrageous.

When she was wondering, Gu Zheng was also a little strange. She didn't know these two people, but they mentioned themselves. 'Bu Zheng' was his pseudonym. In some food reviews he published, because of his sharp words, he was often called For poisonous tongue.

They know themselves, and they also know that Yushan wonton is blunt, which is very abnormal.

He did write a manuscript for this place yesterday and uploaded it to the website, but it has not been published yet. Normally, it will be published on time at 11 o’clock this morning. People will start to be hungry by then. Some people like to go to the website to refer to some food reviews Then choose lunch. At this time, the publication is at the top, which can attract the attention of others and bring business to the commented place.

But now the time is only nine o'clock, and his manuscript has not been published yet, so no one should see it.

"You guys, do you still have fried ostrich eggs?"

The girl who looked at the white paper in the kitchen asked in surprise, eighty-eight one fried eggs, and did not specify what they were. She instinctively understood that it was for ostrich eggs, and the price of ostrich eggs is not low. , it may have this price.

It's just that ostrich eggs are usually sold in big restaurants, and few are sold in such small shops.

"No, our fried eggs are normal local eggs, but the taste is very good, guaranteed to be worth the price!"

The waiter has replaced Shu Yu to serve the two of them, and even advertised for Gu Zheng. She has eaten fried eggs and knows the taste of fried eggs. She still misses them very much. She is the one who said that she regretted eating too fast people.

"Native eggs, are your eggs made of gold? They are so expensive!"

The girl's voice suddenly raised a lot. The price of frying ostrich eggs is still reasonable. Local eggs, no matter how good the eggs are, you can't get eighty-eight ones. This is simply robbery.

"Sister Mu, look at the words on the back, there is still a purchase limit!"

The girl next to her reminded her in a low voice. She kept staring at the white paper, and she was also surprised. There are eighty-eight fried eggs, and they are eggs, and there is still a purchase restriction. Is it possible that they thought their fried eggs would be like real estate? The same is so popular that many people rush to buy it?

"Sister Mu? So it's her, Mumu!"

Gu Zheng's mind suddenly brightened. She finally knew who these two girls were. The name of the editor-in-chief of the website she contributed to was Mumu.

Gu Zheng’s manuscript was submitted yesterday, and Mumu is the editor-in-chief who is directly responsible for his manuscript, so he read his manuscript immediately, and it was Mumu who arranged the time and recommended his manuscript for publication.

Gu Zheng and Mu Mu have known each other for a long time, but they have never seen each other. They never thought that the first time they met was here.

The waiter first glanced at Gu Zheng, and then explained: "The reason for the purchase limit is to ensure everyone's nostalgia for delicious food. The first time you eat delicious food, it feels the best. Our fried eggs taste really good!"

She used the reason of the ancient dispute, and she didn't know what to say if she didn't explain it that way.

"That can't be so expensive. This is cheating people. Buqi has not always been very principled. How could he recommend such a store? No, I have to ask him!"

Mumu still looked very surprised, took out her mobile phone, found WeChat, and immediately sent a series of inquiries: "No dispute, do you know that the store you recommend is killing people? They have fried eggs, which are local eggs, and they sell for eight. Eighteen, do you recommend such a store?"

In Mumu's view, Buzheng's venomous tongue must have been tricked, and the store definitely lied to him about the 88 yuan price of fried eggs.

Mumu and Gu Zheng have known each other for more than a year, and Gu Zheng published dozens of food reviews through her hands. She knows Gu Zheng's temperament very well, and knows that Gu Zheng is a person who would rather not be crooked. His comments The most pertinent, if not for this, she would not have seen the manuscript sent by Gu Zheng yesterday, and would like to come to Yushan Wonton to taste today.

But there is another reason besides this, that is, their company is nearby, very close, so she came to the company to say hello to the leader.

Gu Zheng's cell phone rang. Fortunately, he was in the kitchen. Although there was a sound, it was not obvious. He hurriedly turned off the sound first, and then wrote back a paragraph.

"I know the fried eggs in the store. They taste really good. Don't worry, eighty-eight, it's worth that price!"

Seeing Gu Zheng's reply, Mumu's eyes widened again. Buzheng actually knew that there were fried eggs here, and said that the fried eggs were worth the price, which was eighty-eight. Even in a five-star hotel, their fried eggs They can't be sold for eighty-eight yuan each.

To this reply, Mumu didn't know what to say.

"Two bowls of wontons, fried eggs, two servings, eighty-eight!"

After a while, Mumu suddenly said something again, almost gritted her teeth, and after she finished speaking, she murmured softly again: Indisputable, if the eighty-eight fried eggs are not as good as you said Eat it and you're dead.

"You guys, do you really want fried eggs?"

Now it's the waiter's turn to be surprised. Although the omelet is delicious, people who haven't eaten it don't know its taste at all. The price alone can scare away many people. share.

These two people are different from their bosses, their bosses are flattering, and the boss is not short of money, and they are also different from the middle-aged diners before. The middle-aged diners bought it because they saw the boss's expression and were curious, but what about these two girls? I didn't even know that I bought such an expensive fried egg.

How did she know that Mu Mu knew Gu Zheng of fried eggs a long time ago, and Gu Zheng recommended them to them, otherwise she would not be able to buy such expensive fried eggs.

"Sister Mu, you really want it!"

The girl next to Mumu is the company's new intern editor, she said in a low voice, Mumu shook her head directly, and said softly: "It's okay, let's eat, if the food doesn't taste good, I can go to find it, anyway, I know the guy's address , let him compensate us when the time comes!"

Mu Mu's voice was not low, everyone in the shop heard it, others didn't know what was going on with Bu Zheng, but Gu Zheng was very clear, and hurriedly lowered his head again, while Shu Yu looked at Gu Zheng in amazement, as if there was something wrong with him. think.

"Go ahead, I won't let you down!"

Someone asked for fried eggs, so Gu Zheng prepared to start making them. He was still thinking about it, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth when he thought about it. He has eaten fried eggs made by himself, and others have eaten them. He really has a special taste for the taste of his own fried eggs. complete confidence.

"This oil smells so good!"

The sesame oil was opened, and there was a trace of surprise on Mu Mu's face. They are the food channel of the website. In addition to publishing some food critic articles, they also often go out to explore food and write some manuscripts.

Mumu has been to many restaurants, and this is the first time she has smelled this mellow oily fragrance.

Turn on the fire and heat the oil.

The omelette was ready quickly, Mumu stood up suddenly, walked directly to the edge of the kitchen, stared at Gu Zheng's omelette, Gu Zheng's hand was so fast, she could hardly see Gu Zheng's movements clearly, but the omelet was in the The stir-fry in the pot is very clear, oil is oil, eggs are eggs, and when the heated eggs roll in the air, they look like dancing elves.

This kind of feeling is very strange, but Mumu has it. She herself is inconceivable, and she actually associates fried eggs with elves.

But in the picture in front of me, there is no sense of dissonance between the fried egg and the elf. The white is yellowish, and the fried egg without any variegated color is really like the beautiful elf dancing.

No, it's an elf.

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