Heavenly Gourmet

Seeing the rice in the rice bucket disappearing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, Lin Hai suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

Damn it...

These guys...

Are starving ghosts reincarnated? So edible?

The bowls at Baiwei Chu are not small, almost medium-sized. Most middle-aged people can be full with just two bowls of rice at most.

However, these guys actually ate four bowls of rice per person!

What the hell, this was something Lin Hai never expected.

Lin Hai suddenly regretted saying that the rice was free.

If you really keep eating like this, you will lose money sooner or later.

No, I have to change my rules from now on...

You can’t limit the amount of rice…

Even if it is limited, you have to wait until you make a lot of money.

"Boss, is there any more rice?"

At this time, a diner took a look in the rice bucket and found that the rice was empty. He immediately turned his head and looked at Lin Hai at the front desk, scratched his head and said.

"Also, I'll get it."

Lin Hai sighed inwardly. The words had already been spoken, and he could only move the rice bucket towards his scalp.

As he spoke, Lin Hai moved the finished bucket of rice into the kitchen and took out another bucket of rice.

Seeing this, the diners lined up again to eat rice.

And many people coming and going outside the door smelled the fragrance, and they all stared here.

"What this store cooks, it smells so good."

"Yeah, if it wasn't too crowded, I'd also like to eat."

"..."

They sniffed it and were immediately attracted by the scent.

Afterwards, everyone talked about it.

However, after the discussion, a look of regret appeared on their faces.

Because none of the diners at Baiwei Kitchen left.

Instead, they were all devouring their own meals.

I can't wait to eat all the dishes and wipe them clean.

Lin Hai didn't urge them. Anyway, these guys would leave when they were full.

According to his visual inspection, four bowls should be considered the limit for these people.

Sure enough, after four bowls of rice, some people left the place satisfied and full.

Before leaving, I didn’t forget to admire Lin Hai’s cooking skills.

"Ding, Alipay has arrived, thirty-five yuan."

"Ding, Alipay has arrived, thirty-five yuan."

"Ding, WeChat has arrived, thirty-five yuan."

……

Lin Hai’s payment account kept getting beeps.

Lin Hai seemed to be intoxicated with the joy of harvesting money.

Time keeps passing.

Soon, except for Lin Hai, there was only one person left in the corner of Baiwei Kitchen in the entire store.

This person attracted Lin Hai's attention.

He was probably in his forties, wearing a black T-shirt, shorts, and a pair of canvas shoes.

However, he has a hooked nose, dark skin, a somewhat thin face, and thin lips, giving people a mean and mean look.

He doesn't look like a simple person.

And the most important thing is that there is still half of the mapo tofu on this person's table.

Every time he took a bite, he chewed it slowly with his eyes closed, as if he was savoring it carefully.

Occasionally, there is a sense of extreme enjoyment.

But occasionally he showed a hint of contemplation, and then nodded very confidently.

Lin Hai frowned slightly, judging from his many years of experience——

In all likelihood, this guy is a gourmet foodie.

"Yes, this Mapo Tofu is very authentic, even more authentic than the authentic Mapo Tofu I tasted before. It is crystal clear in color, embellished with red oil, and has a fragrant aroma. I feel a numbness even before I enter my mouth. The spiciness and spiciness surround your mouth, making you drool unconsciously. As for the taste, needless to say, the tofu melts in your mouth, with a hint of sweetness, and the hemp and spiciness are like two bombs. Burst burst burst burst in your mouth.”

After a moment, the middle-aged man swallowed a mouthful of tofu, then opened his eyes, glanced at Lin Hai, and said slightly:

"I never expected that such a fly restaurant would have such delicious food."

At this point, the middle-aged man changed the subject, narrowed his eyes, and said:

"You and I are the only two people here now. Tell me honestly, have you put anything in it that is forbidden by chefs?"

"Young man, when cooking, you must follow the steps and don't think of clever tricks. Moreover, once your clever tricks are discovered, it will bring disgrace to our reputation as chefs."

When Lin Hai heard this, his expression suddenly turned ugly.

It’s okay for a literati to look down on me. This guy looks like a cook at first glance. Could it be that a cook would also look down on me?

This grandson...

Are you out of your mind and saying that the dishes are delicious because of some chef's taboos?

The so-called chef's taboo means that chefs use various addictive ingredients to add to the dishes to make people addicted.

This taboo is not only illegal for chefs, but this statement can be said to be the most insulting thing in the chef world.

Moreover, this middle-aged man's words were filled with endless contempt, as if Lin Hai's cooking was not really delicious at all, but he only used a lot of addictive things to amplify the taste of Mapo Tofu. fragrance.

For a moment, the air suddenly became solid.

"Don't look at me like that, just answer me, yes or no?"

The middle-aged man stared at Lin Hai with disdain, still very arrogant and domineering, as if he was judging Lin Hai, with a commanding tone.

Lin Hai was completely speechless. This grandson must be mentally retarded. You can eat as long as you want. After you finish eating, you keep bashing.

It doesn't matter if you ask politely.

I can also chat with you for a few words.

But if you act like an uncle, then I won't tolerate you.

I can't even shut your mouth when eating.

Lin Hai shrugged and said calmly: "First of all, we at Baiwei Kitchen will never use such dirty methods. You know so much about this kind of thing, is it possible that you often use this kind of chef's taboo when cooking?"

These words were also very rude, and when they fell into the ears of the middle-aged man, his face darkened, and then he slapped the table and stood up:

"What did you say!"

Then, the middle-aged man's tone became much more serious, and he seemed to be threatening:

"Boy, do you know what you mean by saying this?"

However, Lin Hai was not afraid at all. He curled his lips and said calmly:

"If you come here to eat, I welcome you, but if you come here to cause trouble, then don't blame me for being rude."

"Okay, okay, okay, this is the first time someone dares to speak to me like this."

The middle-aged man's face was livid with anger. Before he could speak, Lin Hai continued:

"If you're done eating, please leave after paying the bill."

"Hmph, maybe you don't know who I am yet, but it doesn't matter. You will know it later, and you will regret it."

The middle-aged man's lungs were filled with anger. There was an arrogance in his tone. After scanning the code, he left the place angrily.

"Neuropathy."

Lin Hai glanced at the middle-aged man who was walking away, muttered to himself, and started to clear away the dishes.

Except that the middle-aged man was angry with him halfway.

Everyone else's small soup basins, whether it was tofu or soup, were all wiped out.

At this time, Uncle Xu walked in from the door smoking a cigarette.

"What kind of food are you cooking? It's so fragrant. It brings out my greediness, old man."

After Uncle Xu came in, he sniffed gently, with a look of enjoyment on his face.

Then he glanced at the messy plates on the dining table. He was stunned for a moment, then smiled:

"Okay, your business is good today."

"Uncle Xu, what kind of wind has brought you here?"

Lin Hai couldn't help but grin when he saw it was Uncle Xu.

"I just took a look at your store and wondered what you were doing. There are so many people watching. The closer you get, the stronger the aroma becomes. I feel like you have developed a new dish."

Uncle Xu picked up the cigarette, took a puff, blew out a big smoke ring, and continued.

"Ma Po Tofu, do you want to try it?"

Lin Hai pointed to the pot of Mapo Tofu that he had put on the table to attract customers, but was now cold.

"Ma Po Tofu, this dish is good. You guys are good at it. You know how to develop new dishes to attract customers. The color and smell are also very good."

Uncle Xu licked his lips, but then whispered: "However, I saw a middle-aged man just left your place just now? And he looked angry?"

"Do you know that person?"

Lin Hai's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that the flood washed away the Dragon King Temple and the whole family no longer recognized each other?

"I don't know him, but I've heard of him."

Uncle Xu shook his head and said:

"This person seems to be the champion of the tofu competition held by our Sihai City. He is very knowledgeable in cooking tofu dishes, especially Mapo Tofu. He is a master of cooking."

"However, seeing him like that just now, he was obviously a little unhappy, so I came over to ask."