God level auxiliary system

The next day.

The same time.

Yang Yongye pushed the stall to the square, which is the entrance of the primary school square, and many parents are welcomed around five o'clock every day, and many hawkers are already busy.

There are barbecue sellers, fruit sellers, and of course finger cake sellers. There is a lot of competition among peers.

"Old Yang, are you here again?" A melon and fruit vendor looked at him and said strangely: "Didn't you talk about going to Yunqi Street yesterday, why did you come back today?"

"Hehe, it's not so easy to shrink back. I'll come back and try again today." Yang Yongye smiled and prepared everything skillfully. When he thought of the new type of finger cake that he had learned from Xiaoye for more than an hour yesterday, he was confident. full.

He hadn't realized before that the method of making finger cakes by himself was actually wrong. There were many steps in it, and there were other details, and the taste was absolutely irresistible, and it was a real delicacy.

Seeing him like this, the melon and fruit peddler didn't say anything. It was almost time for school to leave. Basically, he only made money for half an hour a day. Time was precious.

"Come and have a look, take a look, the freshest and most authentic Xinjiang mutton sandwich, five yuan for a small portion, eight yuan for a large portion, come and have a look!"

In front of the square, at a stall that was obviously much larger than the one next to it, a man with a mustache yelled, and with the yelling, and the specially opened stove lid, the smell of mutton wafted out.

The customers were all attracted to it. Compared with the pastry sellers in the back, they were much quieter.

"Hey, Boss, can you put more mutton? I ordered a large portion, so how can I cut it so little." A parent said.

Bajihu was very casual, as if he didn't care at all, while working with his subordinates, he said casually: "There are only so many big servings, if you think it's not enough, you can buy another one..."

The parents were a little dissatisfied. Such a big pancake only put a little mutton in it, and the rest were chili and soup. If the child thought it was fresh and insisted on eating it, he really didn't want to buy it.

"Huahua, why don't we go to the back and buy some pancakes?" the parent said.

"I don't, I want to eat Roujiamo, I want to eat Xinjiang lamb..." The child held on tightly, as if he had to eat it.

The adults next to him shook their heads for a while, and they knew in their hearts that the stall here could be authentic Xinjiang mutton. The key point is that this guy sells things and is still picky. He cooks such a big pot to attract children. The meat is not as much as the hand-cooked cakes sold by others...

But since the children like to eat, the parents have no choice but to suppress some dissatisfaction in their hearts and wait patiently.

The smell of mutton wafted across half of the square, and the location of the bashuhu was really good. It happened to be at the intersection. More and more people were buying mutton buns, and they were very busy.

The hawkers in the back, compared to their business, were a little deserted, and no one came for a long time.

When Yang Yongye saw the situation, he felt that he couldn't sit still and yelled at the top of his voice.

"Big and delicious finger pancakes. You don't need to add more meat. You can eat as much as you want. Come and have a look!"

After shouting for a long time, no customer came over. Although the peddler who bought the roujiamo was a little picky, he obviously caught the children's appetite. Parents can't say anything. If the children want to eat, buy it. It's that simple. , besides snacks like finger cakes here, I am really tired of eating, and it is good to change the taste occasionally.

Looking at the front, Yang Yongye also sighed, but he was not discouraged, he lowered his head, calmed down and slowly made a finger cake.

He remembered what Xiaoye taught yesterday, but he hasn't fully grasped some things. It can only be said that he has barely mastered [-] to [-]% of the fire, and now it's just a good time to get acquainted.

After 10 minutes, a steaming hot finger cake is out of the oven!

Yang Yongye looked at his hand, even though he had seen it several times, he still couldn't believe it. He could have such a big change just by changing some skills.

The outer skin is golden and crisp, and the inner layer is soft and tender. The aroma of scallions, eggs, and cooked meat are perfectly mixed together, which makes people's taste buds open, and there is an urge to swallow it in one bite.

The finger cakes made by this method are much stronger than the ones I have made before, not to mention the taste.

"Hmm... where did the scent come from?"

On the outer layer of the crowd buying roujiamo, a young man turned his head strangely and saw a fresh hand pancake coming out of the oven. He just paid for it and was waiting for the mutton jiamo, but the moment he saw the hand pancake, He just felt an irresistible signal suddenly coming from his stomach, which made him walk over involuntarily.

"Uncle, do you sell these finger cakes?" The young man came up and asked.

"Huh?" Yang Yongye held the finger cake with a surprised expression on his face. As soon as he smelled the smell after making it, he felt hungry and was about to take a bite. He didn't expect people to come so soon.

"Sell it, definitely sell it, wait a minute, I'll make you a fresh one, and you can say what to add." Yang Yongye said.

"No need, I think the one in your hand is very good, you can give it to me, and I will pay." The young man swallowed and said, he felt his appetite was completely aroused, and he didn't even want to eat it for a minute. waited.

"Ah? This is not good." Yang Yongye was a little stunned. The customer was too impatient. The main reason was that he felt that this food was not very new. He could eat it by himself, but if he gave it to the customer, it was completely disrespectful to the customer. Be polite.

"It's okay, I don't pay too much attention to it, give it to me quickly..." The young man didn't care at all, and soon, under his urgent request, he finally snatched the pancake out of Uncle Yang's hand.

He sniffed slightly at the tip of his nose, with a satisfied expression on his face, "It's this kind of fragrance, I hope the smell won't disappoint me."

The young man couldn't wait to bite into the finger cake.

Then, an unbelievable expression suddenly appeared on his face, and the whole person seemed to be stunned.

For the young man, he only felt that his taste buds seemed to explode at this moment.

Delicious, so delicious!

It took a few seconds for the young man to recover from that wonderful feeling. As a person who loves street food, he felt that he had never eaten such delicious finger pancakes in his life.

This kind of taste, this kind of texture, after tasting, is completely different from ordinary snacks. It is difficult for him to describe it. This is a real folk delicacy!
"My guest, your Roujiamo is ready!" A voice came from the crowd behind.

The young man held the pancake in his hand, without turning his head, he said, "I'm not free now, I don't want it!"