Punch: From third-rate anchor to top chef

Chapter 491
Ziliang Music Media.

Although he is not from the entertainment industry, he also knows that the reputation of the artists under this company is quite good.

That little girl with clear and bright eyes, timid yet somewhat stubborn.

It is indeed a very lucky thing to be able to enter this company.

I stood quietly outside the bar door and listened for a while.

My original decision was indeed right, the other party's timbre and tone were very suitable for this song.

It's so wonderful, it's a bit exaggerated and excessive.

But it is not an exaggeration to say that it is natural.

He saw Li Xiao standing outside the bar door.

At the beginning of the live broadcast room, some viewers thought that Li Xiao was outside the door, peeking at the beauties in the bar.

But soon they had sharper ears and heard the singing from the microphone.

"Hey, isn't this the song the anchor sang in the live broadcast room before?"

"This song is very popular recently! Was it the host who sang it?"

"This song was composed by the anchor at a night snack stall."

"Isn't the original singer of this song our Xiaoxi? How did it become the host's song?"

"If you have doubts, you can search the original author of the song!"

"Hiss, my God, when will the anchor sing again?"

"If you don't believe me, you can watch the replay. Your Xiaoxi was still singing in the night snack bar at that time!"

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Seeing that girl named Lin Wanxi has her own fans so quickly.

Li Xiao was also very happy for her.

"Alright, alright, although I wrote the song, I have indeed given it to her."

"I also listened to it just now, and the singing is very good."

Explaining the ins and outs clearly, Li Xiao walked quickly towards today's destination while chatting with the audience.

As the distance to the destination approaches, the deserted streets have gradually gained popularity.

Some factory workers commute to get off work by bicycle.

Old people in twos and threes wandered on the road either on crutches or in wheelchairs.

Due to lack of care, the cement road surface has become potholed.

It may be because it rained yesterday.

There were many muddy puddles on the ground.

Pedestrians coming and going skillfully avoid all kinds of traps on the ground.

As the distance got closer, many cart vendors appeared on the side of the road.

Although it is an old town, there are factories and old residential buildings nearby.

Just in the middle of the factory area and the residential area, a fairly prosperous commercial area has been formed.

Dim street lamps are not enough to provide illumination.

But the Han people never rely on the sky for food.

Next to each booth, bamboo poles or iron bars are used to support one or two small chandeliers with red ceilings.

Although the small chandelier is not big, it is enough to illuminate the three-acre land in front of the booth.

Next to some small stalls with better business, there are even seven or eight small square tables up to the knees.

Spike potato, ice powder, sugar oil fruit, bean curd, fried potato, egg cake, sanhe mud, Juntun pot helmet, jelly, noodles, red oil dumplings...
More than a dozen vendors selling all kinds of food.

It may be that the mobility of the vendors here is relatively low and the market is relatively small, so it may have formed a customary rule.

Li Xiao hardly saw any two stores that were the same, and they basically sold different foods.

Suddenly, a strange fragrance came into his nose, and he turned his head to look.

The source of the aroma is an uncle who sells spiked potatoes.

The uncle's back is slightly hunched, his figure is relatively thin, and he has a naive smile on his face.

He first took out the small potatoes that had exploded in the oil pan, and put them on the chopping board with an iron net bag.

Then he bent slightly and put the washed miniature potatoes, which were only as long as a thumb, into the frying pan.

Immediately afterwards, he poured the fried potatoes on the chopping board into different stainless steel basins in batches.

Finally, according to the tastes of different guests, it is required to add various seasonings.

When he sprinkled the seasoning, the strange fragrance came into Li Xiao's nose again.

He was a little puzzled, this scent was so special and well-informed that he couldn't tell what kind of spice it was.

There was a long queue in front of the small potato stand.

The team at this booth is several times that of other teams.

In fact, Li Xiao was very curious.

What kind of spice is that, and why does it have such a peculiar fragrance.

In order to find out, he silently stood at the end of the line.

Studio.

"The anchor drove for a long time, but he came to eat potatoes?"

"The observation skills upstairs are too poor. Didn't you find that this street is the best business for this potato stall?"

"I don't think so, but the line is indeed a bit long."

"You can tell that this potato has a secret recipe!"

"Don't look at these small vendors as inconspicuous, but many of them have been in business for decades and have unique skills."

"Indeed, indeed..."

"I'm so curious what this potato tastes like!"

"Aren't the spiked potatoes all over the streets in Chengdu? But there are indeed some that are particularly delicious."

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When the audience was wondering why there were so many people in this potato stall.

Li Xiao also silently looked at the boss's operation.

Cut potatoes, fry potatoes, mix potatoes.

Very simple operation, simple without a trace of technical content.

The only thing that attracted Li Xiao's attention was the potato, no matter what flavor it was.

The boss will sprinkle that jar of black spices.

Every time the black powder is spilled, the alluring aroma will fill the air.

The queue is long and the frying is not fast.

After queuing for more than half an hour, Li Xiao stood in front of the boss.

The boss has a kind smile on his face:
"What flavor do you want?"

"We have spicy, spicy, extra spicy, devil spicy, and salt and pepper flavors here."

Surprisingly, there are so many flavors here.

Without too much hesitation, Li Xiao said:
"Salt and pepper."

"Salt and pepper potatoes, do you want a large portion or a small portion?"

"Large ones are 25 yuan, and small ones are 20 yuan."

As he spoke, he took out two disposable paper bowls with very different sizes.

Show Li Xiao the difference between large and small portions.

The large paper bowl is two times larger than the small paper bowl.

Such a big gap is only a price difference of 5 yuan.

Many people will be more willing to choose to buy a large bowl, because it is more cost-effective.

But Li Xiao chose the small one.

After all, in tonight's plan, there are still many restaurants that need to be tasted.

You can't get full before you start.

And he always felt that there was something wrong with the Spike Potatoes in front of him.

First of all, the price of these potatoes is too high.

A serving of plain potatoes, even in tourist areas, would not dare to sell them for 25 or 20 yuan.

The surrounding area is full of low-income working-class people. How could they queue up to eat such expensive potatoes?
More importantly, the spices are so fragrant, that kind of fragrance is not ordinary.

Li Xiao always felt that this fragrance had a seductive charm.

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(End of this chapter)