Courier Delivery Was Tricked, I Let The Female Anchor Die On The Spot

"Brother, you said there is something wrong with the fried rice, what exactly is the problem?"

"It's hard to say now, the specifics will only be known after analysis."

"Analysis? Isn't there some special substance in it?"

"Probably some kind of addictive substance... Of course, this is just my guess, if there is no best, but if there is..."

Tang Renjie turned his head and glanced behind him. This place is close to the parking lot. Although it is not far from the food street, the light here is dim and there are not many pedestrians.

Compared with the bustling food street, it's like suddenly coming from a bustling city to a dark and gloomy alley.

The assistant was shocked at the side, completely unexpected that there is such a way in this small fried rice.

And Tang Renjie himself was a little hesitant, because all this was just his guess based on his assistant's reaction after eating the fried rice and many other factors.

Of course, there is also his intuition as a professional gourmet. He instinctively felt that the ingredients in this fried rice were not simple, and the key was probably the last handful of seasonings that Wang Dahai added.

As for whether it is what he thinks, it can only be known after looking for a professional to analyze it.

Tang Renjie is not a nosy saint, but as a chef and gourmet, he can't tolerate other people's trampling on food, so he decided to investigate this matter ten times.

As he walked, a burst of lively noise gradually came, making Tang Renjie, who was bowing his head and thinking, mistakenly thought that he had returned to the food street.

He raised his head subconsciously, but the scene in front of him took him by surprise.

But beside a dim streetlight not far ahead, a stall was in full swing.

A handsome man in his early twenties was busy in front of the booth, spreading oil, beating eggs, serving rice, stir-frying, and arranging dishes in one go.

That flowing movement, as if he could handle all the details calmly and confidently, reminded Tang Renjie of the master who brought him to the beginning.

That is the demeanor of a real master, and it can even reveal a unique temperament invisibly.

And what can be matched with such a demeanor is naturally an endless stream of diners.

There was a long line of people in front of the booth, and each of them was eagerly waiting for their own portion of fried rice.

The people in the front couldn't stop swallowing their saliva, and the people behind didn't use their mobile phones to pass the time, but kept poking their heads toward the front, as if doing so would relieve him a little bit of the glutton in his stomach.

Not only that, but there is also a Xiamaza and Zhewu table in the open space next to the booth.

There are not many, and every table is already full. Those who failed to grab a table sat on the small mat, or squatted directly on the open space.

Each of them holds a boxed lunch in their hands, and what they eat is called an investment, as if what they eat is not a boxed lunch, but a delicacy contained in the world.

Passers-by who saw this scene couldn't help but feel curious, scratched their heads and joined the last line of people, asking the person in front of them what is so magical about this booth.

As a result, the person in front also said that he didn't know, because he was also attracted by the atmosphere, and he just wanted to see how delicious the fried rice at the street vendor was.

Tang Renjie took a rough look, and there were almost thirty or forty people in the line, which was even hotter than Wang Dahai's standing in front of him.

If it weren't for the gloomy surroundings, he would have wondered if he had returned to the food court again.

"Could it be another Wang Dahai?"

Tang Renjie couldn't help muttering, but when his eyes fell on the stall owner, his expression seemed hesitant.

Different from Wang Dahai, who is like a gangster, this young man's demeanor when cooking makes him yearn for it involuntarily.

Such a chef must have his own pride, so how could he join forces with someone like Wang Dachao?

But looking at the appearance of these diners, he couldn't help thinking of those diners who were immersed in Wang Dahai's fried rice, and he couldn't stop muttering in his heart.

"Huh? Why is there a stall here? And there are so many people?"

The assistant also noticed this, and after thinking about it for a while, he suddenly said: "I see, it must be Wang Dahai!"

Obviously, his thoughts were the same as Tang Renjie's.

However, Tang Renjie shook his head and said, "Not necessarily, maybe the fried rice they make is really delicious.

"Hmph, if it's really delicious, you'll know if you try it."

The assistant is still young, has a passion, and does not have such a high tolerance for illegal things, so he even joined the team.

He thought, after eating the fried rice, once he confirms that the fried rice here is the same as Wang Dahai's, then he will directly confront the stall owner without saying a word!

Tang Renjie didn't stop the assistant from queuing up. He watched for a while and walked slowly to the booth.

As soon as it was approaching, he couldn't help but feel a little fond of it.

Different from Wang Dahai's booth, this young man's booth is very clean. Not only are all kinds of ingredients and seasonings neatly arranged, but he also wipes off the oil stains on the table with a rag from time to time.

Tang Renjie couldn't help but think of himself when he first entered the industry with his meticulous and devoted appearance in cooking.

At that time, he was also full of love for the kitchen. Even if it was just simple peeling potatoes and cucumbers, he could do it very seriously, and even regarded it as a sacred task.

Suddenly, the young man who was making fried rice said without looking up: "Excuse me, please go to the back and line up."

He seemed to regard Tang Renjie as someone who wanted to jump in line, and his tone was neither cold nor cold, obviously disdainful of the behavior of jumping in line.

Tang Renjie didn't care either, and said with a smile, "I won't buy it yet, I'll take a look first."

Qin Luo turned his head and glanced at him, but didn't pay attention, and continued to focus on making his own fried rice.

From the hungry and dizzy woman at the beginning, to another person being attracted - more than an hour passed, and more and more customers were attracted. By the time Qin Luo reacted, there was already a queue in front of the booth There is a long dragon.

Although Qin Luo just wanted to help Zhang Chi look at the stall at first, and didn't think about starting a side business here, he couldn't turn a blind eye to so many diners queuing up.

It just so happened that today's work was all over, so he took it as a leisure time, so he went with the flow—of course, there was another reason, that is, he devoted himself to When you devote yourself to cooking, you will feel a sense of pleasure.

Especially when seeing diners showing happy expressions, there will be an extra sense of satisfaction in the pleasure.

Satisfying every diner who eats his own meal - this is the honor of the chef alone.

For this reason, he hadn't had time to talk to the netizens in the live broadcast room for a long time, but the netizens not only didn't mind, but became emotional. It is also constantly increasing, breaking Qin Luo's previous record for the highest number of online users, exceeding 500,000!

"Let me just say that this kid has a lot of side jobs. Now he's setting up a fried rice stall. Who knows what else he can do next time!"

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"It's fine if you're handsome, and you're in good shape, it's fine if you're in good shape, it's fine if you're rich, it's fine if you're rich, and you can beat thieves, and now you don't even let go of fried rice, it's so popular Dead people?"

"Please anchor, give us Common people a little room to live!"

"A chef who really doesn't know how to fish is not a good delivery guy? Roll! It's just a hard roll!"

"Just now, when I saw that Brother Luo was forced to set up a stall, I was thinking that he would scold the street after eating it, but now I see that I was careless.

"It's just a piece of fried rice, how delicious can it be? If it weren't for seeing that the team was piled up by passers-by, I would have wondered if it was a script.

"Script? A joke! From three-wheel racing to puddle fishing, to drifting in place at 220 per hour, what I, Brother Luo, is playing is true!"

"Let's just say, I just tipped a Rocket, can Brother Luo do me a favor and send me a copy of fried rice?"

"It's not delicious if you send it over. This kind of roadside stall has to be eaten while it's hot. It's a bonus for the environment!"

"Anchor, I advise you not to be ignorant, come quickly and make me a fried rice, don't force me to kneel down for you!"

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"The distance is 2.8km, not to mention the brothers, now go to try Luo Ge's craftsmanship."

"Just now there was a 1.2km brother who said he was going to kill Luo Ge offline, where is he?"

"Don't rush, don't rush, people are at the scene, they are already queuing up, it's my turn soon, so I'm a little excited.

"Come on brother, I am optimistic about you! I will give you a reward after killing the anchor solo!"

A series of barrages came overwhelmingly, but they couldn't interfere with Qin Luo in the slightest.

He still devoted himself to the shovel in his hand and the pot in front of him, as if he only had these kitchen utensils and ingredients in his eyes, and he didn't bother to care about anything else.

Tang Renjie watched silently, the admiration in his eyes became more and more obvious.

He could see Qin Luo's dedication and love for food, which was exactly the same as when he first entered the industry when he was young, and Qin Luo even showed a higher talent than he did before, even if it was just a fried rice with eggs, he could make He felt that there were many exquisite techniques in it.

Even though he hasn't eaten yet, he can already tell that this fried rice tastes absolutely delicious!

At this time, a young girl came to the front of the line and said excitedly and shyly, "Luo... Brother Luo, I want a fried rice!"

Qin Luo looked up at her, blinked, and asked, "Fans?"

The little girl laughed.

Qin Luo asked again: "Could it be that you just said that you want to come and kill me offline alone?"

The little girl's face turned red immediately, she smirked and said nothing.

Qin Luo cheerfully made another fried rice, put it in the box and signed his name on it, handed it to her and said with a smile: "Here, the special welfare version for fans."

"Thank you, Brother Luo! Brother Luo is so nice! Meh!"

The little girl left happily, obviously it was just a box lunch, but she looked satisfied as if she got her favorite present on her birthday.

Tang Renjie watched all this quietly, and his eyes fell on the live broadcast ball floating behind Qin Luo, guessing that Qin Luo was also an anchor, and he was obviously broadcasting live now.

Tang Renjie involuntarily compared Qin Luo with Wang Dahai whom he had just met in his mind, finally sighed, and silently walked to the back of the line.

Originally, he had no expectations for the video material he planned to record today, but now, he felt that he could re-record another one. .