An eight-year-old kid cooks rice to feed a group of college students

Chapter 20 When he comes out of his mother's womb, he will cook?

The two drove to the gate of Jiangcheng University.

However, the difference is this.

Inside the queue today.

There are actually more adults.

......

I see.

Because today is the weekend.

Yesterday, some students from Jiangcheng University who were close to the university chose to go home after the evening self-study.

And then there was one named Hu Yingjun inside.

is Li Hua's friend.

is also an old customer who has been patronizing Su Can's stall before.

And what about this Hu Yingjun.

Nothing special.

But his father, Hu Dafu, was a restaurant owner.

There is an old restaurant that has been in business for more than ten years.

It has an excellent reputation in Jiangcheng City.

It's a time-honored brand that can be counted.

And because of Hu Dafu's good craftsmanship, Hu Yingjun grew up eating the food cooked by his father since he was a child.

He is tall and big, and he is much taller than his peers!

But it's just these two days.

Hu Dafu is strange.

That's special.

Thinking that the child could go home, he specially went to the vegetable market and bought all kinds of rich ingredients for chicken, duck and fish.

Prepare to make up for your own children.

But who would have thought?

This Hu Yingjun didn't know what medicine he had taken wrong.

Facing the table mountain delicacies.

I can't even get my chopsticks down.

"Son!".

"You can't be sick, are you?"

"Why can't you skip eating?"

Hu Yingjun didn't speak, just shook his head and said that he couldn't eat it.

Then I went back to my room.

And Li Hua's friends are lost.

I didn't forget to send Hu Yingjun all kinds of photos and information.

"Hey, hey!".

"My brother is already lining up at the gate of the university, and I don't know what new dishes the kid brother will launch today!".

"I'm looking forward to it!"

"It's a pity that our handsome brother doesn't have this blessing!".

I saw a message from the brothers.

Hu Yingjun is almost gritting his teeth!

Ultimately.

I can't bear it.

As soon as he pushed open the door, he shouted at Hu Dafu.

"Daddy!".

"I want egg fried rice!".

"I'm going to eat braised beef noodles too!".

Hu Dafu was stunned!

This stupid son.

What's going on?

This table is full of delicacies, braised pork, chicken stewed with mushrooms, soybean stewed pig's trotters, boiled fish ........

Which one is not better than egg fried rice and braised beef noodles?

What nonsense is this?

"Son?".

"Are you okay, it can't be that you are under too much pressure to study, and you are sick?"

I saw the old father's concerned face.

Hu Yingjun couldn't help it.

It can only be that a child brother came to the gate of Jiangcheng University to sell fried rice.

I told Hu Dafu in detail!

"Son!".

"You mean to say that an eight-year-old doll with scrambled eggs and fried rice can be better than your father's cooking?".

"What's special, even if he comes out of his mother's womb and starts to learn to cook, he won't be able to have this level, right?"

Hu Dafu was stunned.

It's not that he doesn't believe it, the point is that he is a cook himself.

How hard it is to learn this craft well.

He still knows it in his heart.

Hu Yingjun's determined appearance will not be able to fix him directly!

"Daddy!".

"You just believe me, Brother Kid's craftsmanship, really, the best in the world!".

"I've never eaten such delicious egg fried rice in my life!".

"If you don't believe me, just come with me, I'm afraid I won't be able to line up and eat if it's too late!"

At the instigation of Hu Yingjun, Hu Dafu went out in disbelief.

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Come to the gate of Jiangcheng University and take a look.

Hu Dafu was stunned.

How can this be called a team?

It's a long dragon!

Outrageous!

It's outrageous!

It's not like he hasn't set up a roadside stall!

In the early days of self-made, he started from a small roadside stall.

It wasn't until I finally saved enough money that I had my own small restaurant.

But at this moment.

Hu Dafu was stunned.

He has been in the catering industry for so many years, and he has never seen it, and before the stall owner came, one or two hundred people had already consciously lined up in a long line.

Then quietly waited for the stall owner to arrive.

"Does this little master really have such a good craft?".

Now Hu Dafu doesn't believe it, but he has to believe it.

And in the queue, there are many parents of students.

is also similar to Hu Dafu, at the instigation of his own children, he came over to try the world's first egg fried rice.

There are even some parents who feel fresh when they see this scene, and are ready to take out their mobile phones to send a bucket to record the good life.

They were all stopped by their own children.

"Mom!".

"Can't send it!".

"Originally, Brother Kid's things here are hard enough to grab!".

"As soon as your fighting voice is heard, doesn't everyone in the whole Jiangcheng know about it?"

Such warnings can be described as one after another.

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And in the eyes of everyone, all the anticipation.

A small tricycle is slowly approaching from the corner of the street.