Feng Dagen's cart ran away.

Even though he has such a arrogant and bold character.

But being surrounded by dozens of people and being scolded made me feel a little embarrassed.

However, when he broke through, his pants were torn by the man in red.

Return to the store.

Feng Dagen sat on the chair and thought about it.

I feel that I really shouldn’t use the dumplings to sell them.

Isn’t this just digging your own grave?

He punched the table and regretted:

"Oh, I'm so confused. I only think about recycling waste."

The dog-legged Xiao Zhang came up and said, "Boss, there are not many customers in the store."

When Feng Dagen heard this, he became angry: "Don't I have eyes? Do you need to remind me?"

"Xiao Li, go buy some steamed buns and come back. I want to analyze them."

Xiao Li said expressionlessly: "I know."

After queuing for half an hour, Xiao Li finally bought the steamed buns.

Back in the store, Feng Dagen couldn't wait to take out the lunch box from the bag.

Open.

It's a soup dumpling.

The dough is thin, elastic and translucent, and you can see the soup and meat fillings.

Can soup dumplings be made like this?

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Feng Dagen would never have believed it.

He is a chef himself, so he naturally knows how good the chef is who can make these soup dumplings.

However, it is impossible to make him soften his words.

“What’s the use of making it look good?”

Feng Dagen bit the skin and took a sip of the soup.

The rich and fragrant soup is in your mouth, sweeping your taste buds wantonly.

Feng Dagen took a bite in disbelief.

He froze in place.

Only the mouth is still chewing mechanically.

He couldn't help but murmured: "It's so delicious..."

Feng Dagen understood.

It is really powerful to be able to make customers line up in a long queue of more than 40 meters.

He was envious, more importantly, jealous.

Why is it that after so many years of making steamed buns, he is still not as good as a young guy?

This world is so unfair.

Feng Dagen complained while eating steamed buns.

The more he ate, the more shocked he became.

Can I get the recipe?

This idea suddenly popped into my mind.

Feng Dagen thinks it is feasible.

But how to do it?

Robbery, robbery, and torture to extract confessions are not punishable.

Then the only option left is to spend money on it.

Feng Dagen was determined to buy this formula no matter how much money he spent.

I couldn't help but start to fantasize in my heart.

After I got the formula, my business boomed, my customers praised me, and I smiled modestly.

The more I think about it, the more excited I get!

He felt that this craft alone would be enough for him to earn enough to own a house in the imperial capital in a few years.

"Without any further delay, let's go now!"

Seeing Feng Dagen running out of the store in a hurry, Xiao Li and Xiao Zhang looked at each other, picked up their mobile phones and started fishing.

"Hey waiter, give me a cup of soy milk."

"The soymilk machine is right there. Get a cup and serve it yourself."

...

Feng Dagen came to the door of Shenji Restaurant again.

This time he did not jump in line again, but chose to queue up honestly.

He didn't want to mess up this business.

Looking at this long queue, Feng Dagen was no longer envious.

He will have it too in the future!

After queuing for half an hour, Feng Dagen finally stepped into the store.

Fortunately, all the previous guests had finished their meal and left.

Otherwise, he might be scolded and run away while waiting in line.

But those guests probably didn't expect that Feng Dagen would be so shameless.

When Ye Yirou saw Feng Dagen, although she was very angry, she still stepped forward to say hello: "Hello, what do you want to eat?"

A trace of greed flashed in Feng Dagen's eyes, but he concealed it well and said with a flattering smile:

"Sister, I don't want to buy anything. Can I talk to Manager Shen?"

Shen Yi walked out and said calmly: "What do you want from me?"

Feng Dagen is indeed a veteran who has been in society for many years.

As long as there is benefit, one moment you kill your father's enemy and you fight to the death, the next moment you live and die brothers drinking and talking happily.

Feng Dagen clicked his tongue and praised: "Oh, Brother Shen is really a talented person!"

Then he bent down and lowered his head with a guilty look on his face: "I'm really sorry for what happened just now. I shouldn't have jumped in line. I came here specifically to apologize."

He stretched out his hand to stop hitting the smiling man and saw Feng Dagen coming to apologize.

Shen Yi smiled and said: "It's okay, we are all neighbors. What do you call me, brother?"

A hint of cunning flashed in the corner of Feng Dagen's eyes.

Young man, fight with me?

Ye Yirou always remained vigilant.

She felt that Feng Dagen was not a good person.

This kind of person is the kind of evil person who can stab you in the face with a smile.

"Yes, yes, we are all neighbors. As the saying goes, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, right Brother Shen?"

Shen Yi nodded.

Feng Dagen smiled and said: "My name is Feng Dagen. If Brother Shen doesn't mind, just call me Brother Feng."

"Well, Brother Feng, what else do you have to do? It's okay. I'll be busy."

Feng Dagen pretended to be hesitant: "Brother Shen, Brother Feng, I do have something to ask of you."

"What's the matter? Help me as much as you can."

"That's right, I tasted the steamed buns you made, Brother Shen. Oh my, the taste is really amazing. Brother Feng, I have never eaten such delicious steamed buns."

Feng Dagen said this sincerely.

No one can lie in front of absolute delicious food, because your body is honest.

Shen Yi frowned slightly and nodded: "Thank you, there is still room for improvement."

Feng Dagen rubbed his hands and said with a smile:
To be continued...