gourmet food

Chapter 69 Ryoma’s speculation

After watching the bowl go into the automatic dishwasher, Longma discovered what was unique about this store.

From the cash register to the dishwasher, and then looking at some of the machines in the kitchen, it seems that this store has a high degree of automation, and the robotic arm is not a simple thing at first glance.

This boss is really a wonderful person, interesting, interesting!
Looking at the foreigners in this room, Long Ma felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

It's a bit like having good things at home, but the neighbors don't appreciate them, but the guests from far away admire them.

Whether it is due to face issues or regional issues, the ultimate goal is to be appreciated by the neighbors, so that one's "vanity" can be greatly satisfied.

We can't let this store be buried, your sister, how can such good things be allowed to be enjoyed exclusively by foreigners? This is our territory in China.

If you think of it, do it, and if you do it, do your best.

Long Ma took out his mobile phone and took a photo of Chu Yunfeng, and then took a photo of the foreigners lining up.

Edited a message: "Foreigners have fallen into our territory. No one appreciates our delicious food. Where are the people?"

Then I sent the two photos together.

This time it set off a huge wave, and the group was immediately in a panic.

"Fuck, what's the situation?"

"Your sister, why are there black people?"

"Brothers, copy the guys, fight them."

"Wait for me. I'll be here soon. I'm going to go. I put my shoes on backwards in a hurry."

"Grandma, hold on, we are here to save you...

"You have to hold on..."

"You will always live in our hearts..."

As soon as I sent the message, the replies on the website were as dizzying as snowflakes.

After reading just a few of them, Ryoma was about to get so angry that he vomited blood.

"Damn it, what's going on with you, do you want me to die for the country? You guys are so bad." Longma felt that he was about to be ruined by these people.

But who taught them all bad things?

Longma has never seriously considered this matter. Are they all self-taught?

Just when Longma was still being "bombarded" with messages, a rough and wild voice struck him, almost making him drop his phone.

"Brother, we're here, what's going on?"

I saw a round, fat guy walking in from the door, followed by two tall men wearing black glasses.

At first glance, the two behind him looked like fat man's bodyguards.

The frightened Ryoma was naturally unhappy and slapped the fat man hard on the head: "Why are you yelling? Is your voice loud? Do you have any qualities?"

The fat man was stunned. He didn't understand the situation yet. He usually had such a loud voice, and he didn't see you say anything.

One time, he said that my voice was soft and lacked momentum. Later, I slowly started to speak louder. Isn't this all what you asked for?

But after hearing what Longma said, the fat man could only ask in a low voice, aggrievedly: "What's the matter, brother, are you so mysterious?"

"Have you had breakfast?" Longma glanced at the three of them, guessing that they probably hadn't eaten either.

"Ah~ ah? Breakfast?" The fat man couldn't believe his ears. He didn't want us to have breakfast, right?
This is the first time. I usually run errands on my own, but nothing like this has ever happened before!
"Ah, what, have you had breakfast?" Ryoma felt black lines wrapping around his forehead.

"No, no, no food." All three of them replied.

Long Ma slapped the fat man on the head again: "If you haven't eaten yet, why don't you tell me earlier? You, you, and you, go in line behind and order five bowls of clear soup for each person."

After finishing speaking, he counted fifteen bills from the bag and handed them to the fat man.

"Thank you, brother, thank you, brother." The fat man smiled and nodded after taking the money.

Then he realized something was wrong. Why so much money?

"Brother, this, this is a lot, you don't need so much." The fat man said honestly.

It's just a small shop on the street. Even if the three of me order five bowls each, it won't cost 100 yuan for each person. The maximum for three people is 300 yuan.

"No, then you give me the extra, and you pay for the rest yourself." Long Ma looked at the fat man jokingly, waiting for his choice.

"That's a lot, there's no need for so much." The fat man began to count the money honestly. After counting three pieces, he handed the remaining money to Longma.

Just when he was about to reach out, a man behind him exclaimed: "Damn it, why is it so expensive?"

"Expensive? What's expensive?" The fat man froze with the outstretched hand, looked back at the guy who made the sound, and then followed his gaze.

The red oil dish is 99 yuan, and the clear soup dish is 99 yuan! ! !
"Damn it, this is a money grab." The fat man was shocked by the price.

Before he could react, Longma spoke: "You're right, it's just a money grab."

Then he snatched the money from the fat man's hand and shook it in his hand.

The fat man who realized it quit. How much money does this fucking man have to pay, more than 1000?

"Brother, I was wrong. Just let me go. Are you embarrassed to snatch such a small amount of money?" The fat man was so wronged that he almost cried.

"Okay, okay, hurry up and line up, don't act like a bitch." Long Ma just teased the fat man and returned the money to him.

"Then let's go. We still have to wait a long time." When Fatty and the others arrived, they found a long queue outside the door.

"Go, go." Longma waved his hand, turned around, and ignored the three of them.

There was another interesting thing waiting for him.

Although he felt that this "doctor"'s behavior was a bit strange, Longma discovered a lot of strangeness from some clues.

First of all, many foreigners greeted this "doctor", which shows that many people know him.

Secondly, judging from his behavior, he should be a person of good taste, which can be clearly seen from his clothes.

Furthermore, why did he dismantle the scribe?He ate four bowls directly at the beginning, and only started to "dissect" at the end.

These behaviors all illustrate one thing, that is, this guy must be doing something very unusual.

What kind of thing is it that requires such detailed analysis of a copycat?
According to the logic of normal people, unless they are too idle or really crazy, no one would be so bored.

So this illustrates a very important issue.

This is also something that makes Longma confused.

and many more!

Copying hands?Dough?spices?chopped green onion?Ground ginger?Minced meat?
A thought suddenly flashed through Longma's mind, but it passed by quickly, and he failed to grasp the inspiration.

what is it?The sudden inspiration just now made me almost think of a possibility.

So Longma thought about several ingredients again.

Break down... dissect... taste one by one...

Long Ma suddenly thought of something!
Damn it, could it be...! ! !
(End of this chapter)