An eight-year-old kid cooks rice to feed a group of college students

Chapter 20 He was born knowing how to cook?

The two drove to the gate of Jiangcheng University.

However the difference is.

Inside the queue today.

There are actually some more adults present......

It turns out.

Because today is the weekend.

Yesterday, some students from Jiangcheng University who lived nearby chose to go home after their evening self-study.

Then there was a man named Hu Yingjun.

He is Li Hua's friend.

He is also a regular customer who has been patronizing Su Can's stall before.

And this classmate Hu Yingjun.

Nothing special.

But his father, Hu Dafu, was a restaurant owner.

There is an old restaurant that has been in business for more than ten years.

It has an excellent reputation in Jiangcheng City.

It is considered a time-honored brand.

And because of Hu Dafu's good craftsmanship, Hu Yingjun grew up eating the food cooked by his father.

He is tall and tall, much taller than his peers!

But just these two days.

Hu Dafu was surprised.

What the hell.

Thinking that his child could go home, he made a special trip to the vegetable market and bought various rich ingredients such as chicken, duck, fish and meat.

Prepare to give your children a good supplement.

But who would have thought?

Hu Yingjun didn't know if he had taken the wrong medicine.

Facing a table full of delicacies from all over the world.

I can't even put my chopsticks down

"Son!"

"Are you sick?"

"How can you not eat?"

Hu Yingjun didn't say anything, just shook his head and said he couldn't eat.

Then he went back to the room.

And Li Hua, these bad friends, didn't forget to send various photos and messages to Hu Yingjun.

"hey-hey!"

"Our brothers have already lined up in front of the university, and I don’t know what new dishes the kid brother will introduce today!"

"I’m really looking forward to it!"

"It's a pity that our handsome brother doesn't have this blessing!" Hu Yingjun almost gritted his teeth when he saw the message from the brothers! Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore. He pushed open the door and shouted at Hu Dafu

"father!"

"I want to eat egg fried rice!"

"I also want braised beef noodles!"

Hu Dafu is confused! What's going on with this silly son ? The table is full of delicacies, braised pork, chicken stewed with mushrooms, soybeans stewed with pig's trotters, and boiled fish........

Which one is not more delicious than egg fried rice and braised beef noodles?

What nonsense is this?

"son?"

"Are you okay? It's not because you're under too much pressure from studying or you're sick, right?"

Seeing the concerned look on his old father's face,

Hu Yingjun had no choice but to tell Hu Dafu about a kid selling fried rice at the gate of Jiangcheng University!

"Son!"

"Do you mean to say that an eight-year-old kid can make scrambled eggs and fried rice even more delicious than your father’s cooking?"

"What the hell, even if he started learning to cook right after he was born, he wouldn't be able to reach this level, right?"

Hu Dafu was confused.

It wasn't that he didn't believe it. The key was that he was a cook himself. He knew how difficult it was to learn this skill well. He couldn't handle Hu Yingjun's determined look!

"father!"

"Just believe me, Brother Xiaozi’s craftsmanship is truly unparalleled in the world!"

"I have never had such delicious egg fried rice in my life!"

"If you don’t believe it, just come with me. If you’re too late, I’m afraid you won’t be able to queue up and won’t be able to eat!"

Under Hu Yingjun's instigation, Hu Dafu went out with hesitation.............................................

Came to the gate of Jiangcheng University and took a look.

Hu Dafu was stunned.

How can we call this a team?

This is simply a long queue!

Outrageous!

That's outrageous!

It’s not like he’s never set up a roadside stall before!

In the early days of starting from scratch, he started from a small roadside stall.

It wasn't until I finally saved enough money that I opened my own small restaurant.

But at this moment.

Hu Dafu was confused.

He has been working in the catering industry for so many years, but he has never seen another one or two hundred people queuing up before the stall owner arrived.

Then quietly waiting for the stall owner to arrive

"Does this young master really have such good skills?"

Now Hu Dafu has to believe it even if he doesn't believe it.

And in the queue, there are many parents of students.

They are also similar to Hu Dafu. At the instigation of his own children, he came over to try the best egg fried rice in the world..

Some parents even felt fresh after seeing this scene, and were about to take out their mobile phones to make a douyin to record the good life.

But they were stopped by their own children.

"mom!"

"Can’t post!"

"It's hard enough to grab the stuff from Brother Kid!"

"Once your fighting voice comes out, doesn't everyone in Jiang City know about it?"

Such warnings can be said to come one after another....................................................

And in the eyes of everyone, with great expectations.

A small tricycle was slowly coming from the corner of the street.