The leisurely countryside of the live broadcasting mountain master

Chapter 296 So Delicious
These bald-headed youths brought by Master Feng are full of momentum, standing behind Master Feng all the time and posing.

This is still a habit developed in the live broadcast room. Young Master Feng is fighting in the front, while they put on a cool show in the back, using Young Master Feng as a human background to boost their momentum.

By the way, I also need to help with chores, for example, now, they will follow Feng Shao's orders, come over and try this fried potato shreds, and then praise them fiercely.

The bald young man who was the first to step forward picked up his chopsticks without hesitation, stuffed the shredded potatoes with a large chopstick into his mouth, moved his cheeks, froze for a moment, then chewed a few mouthfuls carelessly, and swallowed.

"good to eat!"

The bald young man immediately gave a thumbs up and praised: "Young master Feng can cook such delicious food for the first time. You are really talented as a chef!"

A bald young man behind him suddenly became unhappy: "What are you talking about? How could Young Master Feng go back to be a cook? Young Master Feng is talented in everything he does, but he just doesn't care about it."

"Yes, yes, I made a slip of the tongue, I slapped myself..."

The bald young man who was the first to eat potato shreds immediately started to operate for himself, and he slapped himself like a slap, and there was no obstacle in the backhand operation, as smooth as slapping his son.

The second bald-headed young man didn't chase after him, he pushed the bald-headed young man in front of him away, picked up the chopsticks at the table, and stuffed a big mouthful of shredded potatoes into his mouth.

“Delicious! So delicious!”

The expression of this bald young man is more exaggerated than the previous one, and his eyes are shining.

He shouted excitedly: "This is the best potato shreds I've ever eaten!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up the plate of potato shreds on the table with one hand, then brought the plate to his mouth, picked up the chopsticks and pulled it into his mouth.

In just three or two bites, he scraped off the plate of shredded potatoes, leaving only a thick layer of oil and water on the plate.

"Delicious, really delicious..."

The bald young man opened his mouth, as if he wanted to burp, but he couldn't.

Everyone looked uncomfortable.

The bald-headed young man took a breath, finally recovered, and said happily, "Such delicious shredded potatoes...what if I can't eat them in the future!"

The first young man with a bald head echoed: "Yes, yes, Master Feng doesn't have that much time to cook, so it's rare to do it here once, and there may be no such opportunities in the future."

The second bald young man sighed hypocritically: "If you can taste Feng Shao's craftsmanship once in this life, you can die without regret."

Everyone in the kitchen suddenly felt chilly.

Fatty Feng couldn't help sighing: "This is flattering... This plate of shredded potatoes can actually be eaten, it's so sweet."

"So what's the matter with the sweet ones!"

The second bald-headed young man said confidently: "Sweet and sour potato shreds! The taste is just amazing! I just like to eat it!"

The remaining two bald young men who hadn't eaten the shredded potatoes also yelled at this time: "Wo Cao, you ate up all the shredded potatoes fried by Feng Shao, and you didn't even leave us a bite, it's too much! We also want to eat sweet and sour potato shreds, are you still a brother!"

"No way, the taste is so good, I can't help it..."

The second bald-headed young man licked the corner of his mouth: "To make amends to my brothers, I will be the host tonight...tomorrow night, and I invite everyone to eat crayfish!"

At this time, Young Master Feng also spoke, and he said flatly: "They are all my brothers, what kind of crime do you pay for, you all count as mine for drinking..."

He glanced at the little bald man who was bravely eating potato shreds, and said meaningfully: "Just go and play, and I will reimburse you later."

The little bald-headed young man showed joy, and hurriedly said, "Young master Feng is generous."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, the little bald head bit the bullet and ate up the plate of shredded potatoes, not knowing how much bonus Feng Shao was going to give him.

Judging by his happy appearance, it is estimated that it will not be too little.

It is quite easy for these attendants to make money.

Yu Yishan shook his head lightly, and said to everyone: "Okay, since Feng Shao's fried potato shreds are so popular, it proves that Feng Shao is indeed qualified to say that cooking is very simple, and this matter is nothing It's up for grabs, let's keep making these simple dishes."

The thin fan laughed strangely: "Since Shao Feng's cooking is so simple, why don't you try making a few more dishes?"

Young Master Feng said proudly: "I'm not a cook, it's good enough to cook a dish with you for fun, and you want me to cook a few more dishes... Sorry, I'm not interested, my talent and time are not for wasting above this."

"Pretend."

The thin fan murmured in a low voice, his face full of disdain.

The words were not loud, but the people in the kitchen could still hear them clearly.

Those bald-headed youngsters immediately had a chemical reaction, each of them frowning, pointing at the skinny fans and saying, "What are you talking about, how are you talking!"

This momentum looks like it is about to make a move.

The skinny fans are also stubborn, maybe because they think that with Yu Yishan here, they can't suffer any disadvantages, and Yu Yishan will not let these fans be bullied.

What is Yu Yishan's level? Dozens of hooligans can easily break his hands and feet. How can these little bald heads make trouble at Master Shan's house?

On the contrary, the thin fan's momentum became even more arrogant: "What's the matter, I said what's wrong with him pretending to be aggressive, you still want to do it? Try to move me? Think I won't lie down? Are you going to support me for the rest of your life with a few bad money? gone?"

Everyone was amused by the thin fans, Fatty Feng quickly took out his mobile phone, and said to the little baldheads: "Hurry up and beat him up, I'll take a video for you as a souvenir, Nanai, I can't stand it anymore, beat him up, Beat him until he can't take care of himself, and let your Master Feng take care of him for the rest of his life."

Yu Yishan couldn't laugh or cry, and said to the thin fans: "You can't just lie down whenever you have something to do, no matter how much money you have, it's not as important as your health."

The thin fan sneered and said, "If Lord Shan wanted me to be healthy, I wouldn't have the chance to lie down. Who could move his hand in front of Lord Shan?"

The rest of the fans also said one after another: "That is, whether it is money or health, it is not up to Master Shan to decide."

Everyone knew very well that if Yu Yishan made a move, these bald young men would be unable to do anything. If Yu Yishan didn't make a move, the skinny fans could make a small fortune by being beaten up.

How much they earn depends on what this rich second-generation Feng Shao means. These bald young men, in the end, act according to Feng Shao's eyes.

However, the imagined situation did not happen.

Master Feng is not a brainless person either, he waved his hand to stop those bald young men, and said to the skinny fan indifferently: "Don't say I bullied you, just apologize to me properly, I can still pretend that this matter is okay occur."

(End of this chapter)