MTL - Gourmet Food Supplier-v3 Chapter 172 Joy begets sadness

As soon as Yuanzhou's voice fell, Yuanzi couldn't wait for Yuanzi to cheer, and a very low voice asked, "If you are allergic, can you not eat breakfast today?"

Originally, Yuan Zhou said this as a formality. No one would not eat the food he cooked, but it was indeed the first time to make taro breakfast, and there are many people who are allergic to taro. For example, Wan Zongyang, who used to eat and drink before, is allergic to taro, but he is very greedy for that taro chicken, so every time he misses this dish, he will bring people to dinner and let others order this dish. , He doesn't eat it, just look at it and smell it.

In fact, Mr. Wan would only do this after he suffered a loss. Before, he ordered taro chicken himself, and then he ate chicken and others ate taro, but after returning home like this, he still got up a little bit. It’s not serious, but since then, I don’t dare to eat chicken in taro chicken anymore, but when others eat it, he eats braised chicken nuggets, green pepper chicken, dry pot chicken, etc. A series of chickens are also considered to be one kind Alternative compensation.

With such a lesson learned, Yuanzhou was naturally cautious, but he did not expect to encounter one at once.

Although the sound was small, it was very unusual in the God of Kitchen Store. All the diners turned around to see who wanted to know who this hapless ghost was.

It's not bad luck. I finally got in line to eat, and I was allergic to it. The tragedy is nothing more than that.

What catches everyone's eyes is a slightly fat face with a pair of round apricot eyes. At this moment, I am a little panicked, the eyes are more rounded, and the chubby face becomes more innocent and ignorant.

In fact, Tong Kui was indeed a little frightened. She was a little courageous, and said that it was a rat gall.

Originally, she didn’t intend to tell her that she wanted to eat secretly. After all, there should not be much taro in the taro bun, and maybe she won’t be allergic, but Yuan Zhou’s later words dispelled her thoughts, if she was found to be black The list was bad, so I had to bite the bullet and ask.

Although she was mentally prepared, she was suddenly stared at by so many people, enough to make her feel at a loss.

At this moment Yuan Zhou spoke: "It doesn't matter if you are allergic, you can eat ordinary buns, except that the skin is different, and the fillings are the same."

In order to ensure that the diners can eat one hundred breakfasts, Yuanzhou made one hundred taro buns and a dozen big buns with white flour in order to cope with such a scene.

Tong Kui smiled immediately at the corner of her mouth, and the dimples on her cheeks were looming, and she could tell at a glance that she was really happy.

Seeing that no one made any more comments, Yuan Zhou began to take out the steamer baskets and put them on the side partition, waiting for Su Ruoyan to pass them one by one. Everyone didn't need to grab a steamer basket.

Yuanzi, who had just decided that he had won, was interrupted by Tong Kui's joy, but it didn't prevent him from crying.

"Look at Boss Yuan who said that today's is a taro bun, it must be a small bun, I won, you are ready, I will have lunch at noon, hahahaha."

He was too proud and almost laughed out of the pig cry. This is no one. In fact, Yuanzi believed his instinct very much, but he really never won once. This time he saw the victory in sight, naturally. Can't help it.

Not going out and running for a few miles like Fan Jinzhongju was the result of restraint.

The Golden Retrievers kept their polite and awkward smiles. Although according to experience, Yuanzi was mostly defeated, but before the last moment, everyone did not speak easily to avoid slaps in the face.

Most of the steamers are yellow-green, braving the white steam, only Tongkui's steamer is turquoise, which is more verdant and fresh than the yellow-green in the fog.

Yuanzi currently has no energy to pay attention to these. His eyes become more and more intense as the steamer gets closer and closer, and his heart begins to'plop, plop,' and he looks extremely excited.

"Snapped"

The steamer was placed on the table, and it was obviously a very slight sound. It sounded like a drum in the morning and evening in Yuanzi's ears.

Yuanzi was not afraid of being scalded and stretched out his hand and opened it immediately. The buns inside were immediately exposed. The number was very small, only two, which was a circle bigger than a fist. They were squeezed in a steamer and stuffed the whole steamer. It must be full, there is no gap, people will feel wronged for the bun when they look at it, and the space is too small to display.

The steamed bun is not as white and fat as ordinary white noodles, but has a little crystal texture. The surface looks slippery, and the color is not white, but slightly pink, pink and white. , Powder white, although the powder does not occupy much, but because the white is very conspicuous, it naturally highlights not much powder.

The bun's face looks quite high, but Yuanzi is very silent, and the gap between the front and back is too large, and the optimistic Yuanzi has not recovered.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect that I was so lucky. I am really a big bun. It seems that my way of thinking is the most like Boss Yuan, which is really great." Jin Mao was very excited.

If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, it would be a hula dance to celebrate. It wasn't because he was happy to win the game. Although he was happy, it was not enough to excite him, but it was just a few meals, and winning or losing was not important.

The important thing is the meaning behind it. Winning the game is equivalent to a correct collision with Yuanzhou’s thoughts. Who is Yuanzhou is definitely a new generation of young idols, no one can match it, so whether it is a golden retriever or a distant son Or Tibetan Mastiff, they all value this result especially.

"I'm just a little bit close. It must be because you misled me just now. Otherwise, according to my instinct, I must be the winner this time." Yuanzi said seriously.

He really thought so. His instinct was right. He knew that today’s breakfast must be steamed buns, but Jin Mao chose big steamed buns. He can only choose small steamed steamed buns. It can’t be the same as Jin Mao’s choice, otherwise. People misunderstand that his IQ is the same as the Golden Retriever.

If the Golden Retriever is in a good mood, he doesn't care if he is far away, not to mention the fragrance that has been seduce him, and he has no time to pay attention to it, so he sticks his eyes on the taro bag.

I reached out to take the bun. Although the surface was slightly hot, the bun itself was very slippery, so the golden retriever almost slipped off instead of picking it up the first time. With the first experience, the golden retriever did a little bit harder the second time. It was taken up, but because of this, I felt the smooth texture of the taro bag.

"Well, it's slippery, I don't know if it tastes good or not."

Golden Retriever eagerly brought the bun to his mouth and took a bite. The skin of the bun, which was already smooth to the touch, did not change its character even under the teeth. The first bite was as slippery as it was biting on jelly. However, it has a very soft taste inside, and in the end the rich and rich soup bursts out along the teeth.

"Hiss"

The hot golden retriever couldn't help hissing, but he didn't want to give up at all. He took a big bite and reached his mouth.

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