Yuanzhou knew from Sun Ming's expression that he must be dissatisfied with the price of fried rice, but Yuanzhou, who knew it was really similar, wanted to add zeros to 188 or exchange the currency unit for pounds. It would be acceptable if the US dollar was not enough.

So I didn't explain, I just signaled Sun Ming to eat while it was hot.

When I sat down, the fragrance of fried rice came to my nose. Unlike the aroma of the past mixed with oily eggs and fireworks, the fragrance did not have a greasy smell, but instead had the fragrance of rice. The most amazing thing is that the eggs were not visible at all. After a closer look, it turned out that the eggs were completely wrapped around the rice grains, making the rice grains golden.

Sun Ming was a little shocked. Sun Ming and Yuanzhou met in the hotel kitchen. Sun Ming also liked food. At the beginning, his family was not allowed to study and did not allow him to learn to be a chef. After graduation, he went to the hotel to work first. However, his skills were not so easy to learn. In the end, he could only be a foodie quietly. When he went back to buy a clothing store, he did a very good job.

"This is..." Sun Ming scooped up a spoon with a spoon, and the dissatisfaction in his eyes weakened.

The egg fried rice can completely wrap the rice grains with egg liquid. Sun Ming still understands that his friend is still very capable, so he is interested.

Feed the fried rice that you just scooped up into your mouth. The eggs are soft and tender and wrapped in soft and hard rice grains. The fragrance of the rice and the fragrance of the egg are completely integrated. These fragrances are perfectly integrated and have an unprecedented taste.

How could there be such delicious fried rice with eggs!

Such delicious egg fried rice makes Sun Ming's expression look like the female judge in Stephen Chow's "God of Cookery", and Sun Ming is also intoxicated in egg fried rice.

I don’t remember what I thought about before and I’m completely cheated. Now I only have delicious fried rice in my heart, eyes, and mouth.

Eat, keep eating.

What does Sun Ming think of 188RMB totally worth it.

No!

I even feel like I have made money by myself. This is the first time in my life that I have learned that fried rice can be so delicious.

"Bajibaji"

Sun Ming, who could not stop at all, did not forget to give Yuanzhou in front of him a thumbs up, expressing his admiration. As for why it doesn't need to be said, of course, it was because of the fried rice stuffed in his mouth and he didn't want to open his mouth to waste time talking. He could only express it like this.

Yuanzhou nodded calmly, looking as if he didn't care at all, and he was completely expected to be so delicious.

After the plate was no different from the ones washed, Sun Ming finally had time to speak.

"Is this fried rice with eggs?"

"As you can see, it's just ordinary fried rice, but it's better than the ones outside." Yuanzhou looked like he didn't care and looked normal.

"This craft is comparable to the five-star rating. Although I have never eaten the five-star rating, have you learned the chef's unique skills?" Sun Ming looked at Yuanzhou curiously and guessed himself.

"No, that old man is good at exquisite Su cuisine. Even egg fried rice should be Yangzhou fried rice or the like. You can just eat eggs and rice."

Sun Ming began to transform into Sherlock Holmes Sun and all kinds of speculations. Yuanzhou was watching him pretend to be calm and looked like he was a master.

Well, pretend to be good by the way.

Seeing that the left and right could not guess, Sun Ming looked at Kong Pan and said.

"Don't worry about the others first, give me a bowl. Your portion is too small and it's just enough to get between your teeth."

"Sorry, each person can only order one bowl per meal." Yuanzhou shrugged and said regretfully with a tone of grinding.

"You kid, what's the relationship between us? Go and have another meal, go and go." Sun Ming was anxious now, completely forgot about what he was thinking about that friend could not make.

"Although you are my brother, it's not possible. This is the rule in my store. You can go outside to eat skewers." Yuanzhou still refused decisively.

"After eating this fried rice, who would eat those smoky skewers? Go and make a bowl." Sun Ming continued unwillingly, seeing Yuanzhou still shaking his head with a smile, he could only admit defeat.

"It's not okay for me to call you brother, oh no, I call you uncle, you don't know, I only have this hobby."

At this time, Yuanzhou called the system, "Is it really not possible? This is my friend."

The system shows the words: "No rules, no order."

In the end, Yuanzhou could only look at Sun Ming's expectant eyes and said, "Everyone said they are brothers, so don't break the rules of my store. Today is the first day of opening. Let's take a walk and ask you for something else to compensate you."

When Sun Ming saw Yuanzhou talking about this, he had to give up, "Forget it, after eating the fried rice you made, where can I eat anything else? What time will you start tomorrow? I will come early in the morning."

"At 9:30 in the morning, will you sit down again?" Yuanzhou asked as if he was about to leave.

"If you don't make another bowl, I'll go back to bed first, so that I can come tomorrow." Sun Ming said with self-deprecating.

"Brother, I will compensate you in the future." Yuanzhou had no choice but to use the stingy system, so he could only do this.

After hearing the explanation, Sun Ming also knew that his brother had such talent and it was normal to have a rule. After all, geniuses have all kinds of problems, let alone a chef who can make such delicious food.

I didn't care if I figured it out, and Sun Ming came up with a great idea. Those who were close to Zhu Zechi and close to Mo were black. The friends who foodies knew must be foodies. This sentence was perfectly reflected in Sun Ming.

Now Sun Ming decided to go back and bring those friends to try this bowl of fried rice. Of course, the purpose was to let them see the best fried rice in the world. It was not that he could not eat the second bowl and framed his friends. How could Sun Ming be such a person?

Thinking of those people who had eaten the first bowl but couldn't eat the second bowl, Sun Ming felt that he was so kind. He waved to Yuanzhou excitedly and got in the car and went home.

Seeing Sun Ming disappearing into the night, Yuanzhou returned to the store, looked at the sparse pedestrians on the street, took all the flower baskets back to the store and pulled them up.

I returned to the kitchen and prepared to wash the dishes, but also wondered if I wanted to hire a dishwasher, after all, I couldn't work as a dishwasher as I did.

Just hiring someone will definitely cost money, and spending money is the thing that Yuanzhou dislikes the most.

"System, look at my hands." Yuanzhou suddenly said something stupid to the system.

...

Seeing that the system did not respond, Yuanzhou continued, "You should know that I am very poor and can't afford to hire dishwashers. If there are too many customers and delay cooking because of the dishwashing, this will affect the reputation of the store too much. The most important thing is which chef god washes the dishes himself?"

Yuanzhou stood by the sink with a bowl in his handbasin, constantly telling the impact of washing dishes on him as the chef god. About five minutes later, the system responded.

The system has a word: "The system has provided automatic cleaning tools, please check it out."

"I finally don't need to hire a dishwasher." Yuanzhou happily began to look for dishwasher tools in the kitchen.

A black box that I had never seen in the morning appeared next to the rice cooker. It was only the size of a notebook. It looked like a black box, the kind that didn't even have a switch, and the surface was smooth and flat.

Looking at the black box, Yuanzhou reached out and touched it to see where there was a difference. At this time, the black box automatically separated, revealing the appearance inside, and there was a white space inside. Yuanzhou tried to put the plate Sun Ming had eaten just now, and the box was automatically closed again. However, in three seconds the plate appeared on the black box, and the plate was as smooth as new and glowing.

"It's really convenient, it's black technology again."

Yuanzhou put the plate back to its original place, started going upstairs, and prepared to rest. Although he did not do business on this day, he confirmed one thing, that is, the god-level egg fried rice is worthy of being a god-level one, and he will never forget it as long as it has been eaten.
Chapter completed!