Zongman: Randomly set up a stall with Binchotan charcoal

On the building

"Where does the smell come from?"

Masakazu Ikuma, a member of the Mishima Royal Guard, is partnered with the dolphin-factor Chizu Natsuyo.

It was the bastard who made Chizu Natsuyo, a ten-year-old kid, shoot and kill his colleague in order to embezzle the mission reward.

A few hours ago, Masakazu Ikuma was separated from a large group of protogastric animals.

At this moment, he and 29 other members of the Mishima Royal Guard were waiting for orders in an abandoned building.

Countless monsters were tearing apart in the forest, but this was no longer their business. Their new mission was to find the leech combination and snatch the box.

A group of people ate their dry food silently without saying a word.

With a burst of burnt aroma, a strong smell came, and the police in the building all smelled the aroma of fried rice.

The fragrant fried eggs, combined with the burnt aroma of fried rice, one plus one is greater than two, um... there is also a little pepper.

The people who smelled the smell instantly felt that the dry food in their hands was no longer fragrant.

"Ah, there are people cooking fried rice here?"

Ixiong Jiangjian was very shocked.

One of his colleagues took out his mobile phone to check the information, and the next moment he exclaimed.

"Fuck, someone is selling fried rice in the square downstairs, and it's 1,000 Dan a portion?"

The amount of information in this sentence was too much, and the police officers in the building were shocked at once.

Setting up a stall on the front line and selling fried rice?

Are you crazy?

Although 1,000 Dan a portion is very profitable, you can't make money so recklessly, right?

Others earn their hard-earned money, but you earn your life-threatening money.

So the police officers who were originally eating dry food to make ends meet stopped what they were doing.

Although 1,000 Dan fried rice is expensive, they feel it is worth the money here.

A group of people looked at each other and walked downstairs at the same time.

From a distance, several policemen who had been hungry for a day stared at the fried rice thrown high in the iron pot of the stall in amazement, and swallowed their saliva subconsciously.

The owner of the stall was a master at first glance. Every time he scooped it up, there was a sense of rhythm.

The fried rice in the pot was like a work of art. The golden eggs and white rice were intertwined. Each grain of rice was full and full of elasticity. It was delicious at first glance.

"Boss, fry me one too."

Ixiong Jiangjian took the lead. He had just made a fortune and had plenty of money on him.

"Okay~"

Xia Tian put down the half-eaten fried rice in his hand again, turned around and started to cook.

First, beat the eggs in the oil pan and stir quickly.

Add rice after the scrambled eggs are half cooked!

Boom!

The flame exploded.

In summer, stir-fry quickly and smoothly.

The rice flew up and down and separated into grains.

Mix the egg and rice evenly.

After the two are perfectly mixed together.

Season with salt and pepper.

In an instant, all the aromas are smothered.

This is flame cooking, the essence of Chinese cuisine.

Golden fried rice!

Originally, the best fried rice should be covered with a lid upside down, but Xia Tian, ​​who was cunning, did not do so and deliberately let its fragrance spread out.

It was at this last moment when the rice was taken out of the pot that the aroma of the steaming fried rice suddenly spread, and the more intense aroma spread in the air.

The person next to him was instantly attracted and his body unconsciously leaned over.

The fried rice on the tray reflected the golden light, which was as dazzling as gold.

Even people who don’t understand cooking feel that this fried rice is full of art, and this fried rice has a ‘soul’ at first glance.

The guards who were still struggling swallowed their saliva subconsciously.

“Give us a bowl to try too.”

Xia Tian accepted everyone who came, and a hot fried rice was freshly out of the pot in three minutes.

The chief first paid for the rice, picked up the spoon and quickly ate it.

As soon as he took a bite, he was surprised by the wonderful taste of the fried rice.

"Delicious, so delicious!"

After taking a bite, each grain of rice absorbed the oily fragrance of the fried egg, becoming full and elastic, as if they were jumping on the tip of the tongue, bringing an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

The addition of pepper is the finishing touch. It is slightly spicy but not without softness, adding a touch of layering and flavor to the whole dish, making people intoxicated.

Especially at this hungry moment at night, a bowl of hot fried rice gives people endless warmth and satisfaction.

The chief didn't know how to describe the taste of the fried rice. He could only say that even if he was killed the next moment, he felt that he would die without regrets.

(Yingyin: As you wish.)

Soon, the policemen each had a portion, and their reactions to eating the fried rice were surprisingly consistent.

"This tastes amazing"

The eyes of many guards lit up.

Fighting for so long during the day consumes a lot of mental and physical energy.

They are tired and hungry. After eating this fried rice, their fatigue is swept away, and their physical strength is replenished, and they instantly have strength.

"Boss, give me another bowl."

"I want one too!"

"I want another one too, 1000 Dan, little sister, take it away quickly!"

No police officer who has tried fried rice thinks 1000 Dan is expensive, and even thinks the boss sells it cheaply.

The way they rushed to pay stunned the others who were still watching.

"Is it really that smooth?"

"Are you really willing to spend 1,000 Dan for a portion of fried rice?"

"So I'm the poor one."

After muttering a few words, someone took a step forward.

But those who know the goods are faster than them.

"Boss, how many portions of fried rice do you have left? I'll take them all."

A man with gray hair and a well-dressed suit came to Xia Tian. He was the butler of Sima Heavy Industry and was responsible for the launch project of the Ladder to Heaven (the Super Railgun).

Originally, he looked down on street stalls because of his status, but there was no condition to make fire and cook on the front line, so having a hot meal was good enough.

The subordinate flattered him and sent him a plate of fried rice.

After eating it, the housekeeper was immediately amazed. He knew that his wife was a real foodie, so he must bring her such delicious fried rice to try.

His voice shocked the police around him.

What's going on? That's Sima Heavy Industry's housekeeper. Such a person also eats fried rice. And such expensive fried rice, are rich people all fools?

"Ignorance!"

The housekeeper's assistant snorted coldly. Can this fried rice be ordinary fried rice? Do you believe that if you change the plate and serve it in front of the Holy Emperor, the Holy Emperor will also praise it and pay for it.

"There are 25 more, three of which have been reserved, leaving 22."

Xia Tian glanced at the table and said,

If this person didn't buy all, he would have been ready to leave. Looking at the time, Chishou Natsuyo, the loli, was still guarding the ladder to resist the monster.

He was afraid of accidents if he went too late, and the three portions of fried rice were reserved for her and Yanzhu.

"If you want all, Chenghui 2.2w pills."

The housekeeper nodded and signaled the assistant to pay.

Xia Tian also happily heated the pan and fried 6 portions at a time, and finished in 4 batches.

As he flipped the pan, the hot fried rice was thrown up again and again, and the fresh and rich taste was even more tempting. The police who didn't buy fried rice just now regretted it.

How can rich people be fools? They are the fools. There was once a unique delicacy in front of them, but they thought it was too expensive and missed it.

But they dare not take food from the butler.

After eating the portion in his hand, Jiang Jian looked at the stall and then at the butler, opened his mouth and asked hesitantly: "Butler Sima, can you give me some fried rice?"

The butler looked up and glanced at him: "Mishima Royal Guard, seeing that you performed well this morning, I will give you a favor."

"Thank you." Jiang Jian bowed to thank him and silently paid the butler's assistant.

"Boss, you don't need to make this portion for now, just treat it as a reservation. When you leave this area, if you see a child named Xia Shi, give it to her, otherwise forget it."

Xia Tian was stunned when he saw the fried rice, and looked at Jiang Jian unexpectedly. This person is not hopeless.

People's hearts are really complicated. In the morning, he can order the little Loli to kill people, and in the evening, he can even think of her when he has something delicious.

"Okay, I will give this fried rice to her."