Almighty Fat Goddess

Chapter 30 Meeting the Mysterious Man Again

At this time, Bai Feng came up with the last big golden egg fried rice, interrupted her and said with a smile.

"Auntie, don't worry about the money. Huang Li has helped me before. She is in charge of the food at work here. Today, there is no charge for the meal. You and the elder can eat whatever they want. You can eat as much as you want and drink as much as you want."

The meal was a bit restrained at the beginning, especially the two old people. Later, when Qian Chuanzi told a joke, the old man's mood improved a lot. In the end, he drank to his heart's content, and asked Qian Chuanzi.

"I heard you just said that the fish you raised died, what's going on, why did the good fish die?"

Qian Chuanzi rolled up the sleeves of his sweater, blushing and began to tell jokes again.

"That's right, my fish died all of a sudden, and I thought that I should have a cremation for Yuju because of such a good relationship, but when I threw it into the fire and roasted it, the more it roasted, the more fragrant it became..."

"What then?"

"Later, I bought a bottle of beer with tears in my eyes..."

Drinking until 10:30 in the evening, Bai Feng was afraid that he would take the old man to the second floor after drinking too much Qian Chuanzi, and found that he was living with someone else's daughter, and there might be a fight, so he called the owner of the nearby hotel. A phone call, they are doing business, who would be afraid of trouble.

In less than 3 minutes, the boss personally drove to pick them up, and Bai Feng and Huang Li sent the two of them to the hotel, and that was the end.

The next day, the old couple felt that they were wasting money in the city and burdening Huang Li, so they refused to stay any longer, and after a while of exhortations, they went to the train station.

Before leaving, Baifeng secretly forced another 1000 cash into the old couple, saying that it was because of Huang Li's good performance that this was a bonus, and the old couple was willing to take it.

The matter of Huang Li and Huang Ying has been completely resolved, and the No. [-] Chef in the World has truly recovered.

Bai Feng repeatedly checks her proficiency every day. So far, her Golden Egg Fried Rice has the highest proficiency, but only 93.34%!

It seems that less than 7% of the proficiency will come to an end, but this 0.1% is not so easy to obtain. After such a long period of observation, she has roughly discovered the pattern. Every ten copies of gold Egg fried rice, her proficiency can only grow by [-].

But she is not in a hurry, she is only 23 years old this year, even if it takes ten or eight years, she will wait patiently. What she is most curious about now is what will happen after the proficiency is full.

And she is also vaguely looking forward to whether this mysterious system will be magical enough to allow her to return to her original world in the later stage. Now she is almost sure that she can come to this world, [-]% consistent with this invisible but intangible about something that actually exists.

Ah Wu gradually came less and less, not because he didn’t want to eat, but because he couldn’t bear to wait for so long. Every time he came, he only picked four o’clock in the afternoon. If he was lucky, he could still have a bite. He returned, because of this matter, he almost knelt down to Bai Feng.

I don't know how many times I begged, but Baifeng's attitude is very firm, and she doesn't plan to open a branch for the time being, let alone open online takeaway.

On April 4, spring returned to the earth, the sun was shining, pedestrians on the street have begun to take off their heavy cotton clothes, and one after another, they are not afraid of the cold and slowly began to wear short sleeves.

"Boss, a golden egg fried rice, thank you."

"Hold on."

Bai Feng looked at his watch, a little curious that it was only 8:[-] in the morning, and someone came to eat golden egg fried rice?
She put down the unfinished nutritious porridge and was about to enter the back kitchen. The guest who came was about 40 years old, carrying a travel bag, and seemed to be preparing to catch the train or go on a trip.

At this time, the guest put down the luggage and just sat down, but smelled a special smell, turned back, and saw a bowl of white rice porridge next to the three pots of succulents on the bar counter.

He leaned closer and sniffed it carefully, and couldn't help but let out a snort.

"Hey, boss? Did you make this white rice porridge?"

Bai Feng didn't hear the fried rice inside, but this guy actually picked up the bowl and was about to take a bite. At this moment, there was a sudden explosion of thunder outside.

"Hey! Who! How dare you steal my boss's meal!"

Originally, it was Huang Li's class today, because she was going to take an exam, so she asked Qian Chuanzi, who was idle and in a panic, to take over. As soon as Qian Chuanzi came, he saw an old man with mischievous eyebrows lying on the bar and stealing the boss's nutritious porridge. Immediately, he roared, and then ran over slowly to start training.

The man was taken aback. Qian Chuanzi was wearing white short sleeves, and his muscles were not for nothing. If he punched him, he would probably die today.

So he quickly took two steps back and was ready to explain. Bai Feng also made golden egg fried rice at this time.

Fearing that something would happen to Qian Chuanzi, he quickly asked him to stop.

Turning to look at the man again, the man quickly explained.

"Oh, I'm really sorry. I smelled your porridge had a special smell, so I wanted to come over to see what's going on. I didn't mean it. By the way, I've been here before!"

"came?"

Bai Feng looked at the other person's face, and tried hard to think about it, but her shop was too crowded, so she didn't think about it at all.

"Oh, I came here last year, and I also ordered a golden egg fried rice, but at the time I thought the taste was average, so I left after taking a bite."

"It's you?"

Bai Feng suddenly remembered that there was indeed a special customer last year. At that time, this customer ordered golden egg fried rice and took a bite. He said that at least 1 chefs across the country could make this taste. At the beginning, this was a blow to Bai Feng It's quite big, she didn't expect this person to come again.

Seeing that Bai Feng remembered, the man smiled and put down his job.

"Hehe, your porridge is very good, I like it very much, but why is there no such porridge on your menu? I think it tastes much better than golden egg fried rice."

Qian Chuanzi pouted.

"That's a must, the meals our boss cooks are all delicious."

"Yes, yes, but I still think this white rice porridge is better."

"Nonsense, it's obviously five-spice beef!"

"Oh? There are also meat dishes, that's good, give me a taste of everything on the menu."

Bai Feng nodded, and after finishing one by one, she brought the food in front of this person, and then stood beside him. Suddenly, she felt a little nervous.

This feeling is like waiting for the teacher to read the score after every test in school. She is somewhat looking forward to being praised by the other party, but also a little afraid that the other party will be as critical as last time.

The man slowly took a mouthful of golden egg fried rice.

"How about it?"

Bai Feng asked nervously, baffled by the money string that was being cleaned.

"Hmm... the taste is much better than last time. It's no exaggeration to say that your Golden Egg Fried Rice is beyond my imagination."

"Then how many people in the whole country can make this kind of egg fried rice?"

"Hehe, there are not many. There should only be a hundred or so people in the country who can make egg fried rice of this level. Unexpectedly, I have not seen you for a few months, and your level is so high. I will try the appetizing cucumber again."

After speaking, the man picked up another slice of cucumber, smiled and nodded after eating.

"That's right, the cucumbers this time are at least not overnight, and the several seasonings are just right, so it's pretty good!"

Just when Bai Feng was a little happy, unexpectedly the man frowned after finishing the five-spice beef.

"Why, isn't the beef delicious?"

"How should I put it, the taste is already considered to be at the level of a master, but this beef can only be considered ordinary, very ordinary! Of course, you only sell 40 copies, and there is no way to make the best ingredients!"

(End of this chapter)