Food customizer.

I'll pay.

Go and eat.

Start a live broadcast.

These nine words formed something like an iron order. Zhou Hai was stunned and speechless as he looked at it.

Is the sky-high priced fried rice that you think only idiots would taste just a game in the eyes of rich people?

And I have become a part of his play?

This kind of thing, haha!

I, Zhou Hai, am a well-known figure on the Internet after all. You actually want me to do a live broadcast here to show you how to eat fried rice?

Zhou Hai placed his two angry thumbs on the phone and started pressing the phone keyboard frantically.

"As you command! Honorable Lord Mu!"

Then, he received the red envelope on the interface at an extremely fast speed.

188 yuan, not a penny more or less.

After the red envelope was received, the rich man spoke again.

【Lao Mu: Eat early, and when you are full, go back to write. Remember to write live. 】

Zhou Hai's face suddenly turned dark. It turned out that Mu Ye's real intention was not to drink. He speechlessly invited several author friends in the group to start a video chat.

These are all very familiar links. After all, the authors in the group sometimes turn on the video to supervise each other's writing in order to cure their laziness. To some extent, it can be regarded as a form of self-motivation.

Moreover, this is a small group with not many people. There are only seven or eight authors in total, plus the rich reader Mu Ye.

Zhou Hai received the money from Mu Ye for dinner and withdrew his hand completely when he was about to push the door.

He paced to the small stall outside, thinking that even if I wanted to buy your fried rice, I couldn't let you make the money easily.

"Beauty, why do you sell fried rice for 188 yuan? Is your rice made of gold, or are your eggs made of silver?"

Ling Shuyu and He Shuting were both a little embarrassed. They really didn't know how to answer this kind of question.

If this happened at Delicious, they could still make a few excuses, but now they couldn't reveal Boss Su's identity. The two looked at each other and chose to remain silent.

At this time, Su Chen opened his eyes.

He looked at the young man who was dressed very casually and said, "Not really. I bought my rice and eggs from this store."

Zhou Hai's eyes widened. He subconsciously glanced at the glass door of Happy Egg Fried Rice, then looked at the young man in a black suit sitting on the floor. He asked in disbelief, "You mean, you bought rice and eggs from this store, and then set up a stall in front of his house to sell fried rice. You were only responsible for frying it, and you sold it for 188?"

Su Chen didn't say anything, just nodded affirmatively.

This conversation was transmitted to Zhou Hai's mobile phone, and the local authors who were watching the video were all excited.

"666, this stall owner is a genius in business! I don't know why, but I suddenly have an inexplicable expectation for this egg fried rice."

"If you ask me, he must have his reasons for doing this. Maybe this egg fried rice is really different?"

"That may not be the case. Who knows, maybe the boss is waiting for some fool to come here and eat, like Hai Ye, who can't help but be fooled by his curiosity? If there are more customers like Hai Ye, he can make a lot of money."

Only Lao Mu spoke more clearly and swiftly, "Pay your money quickly and eat."

To be honest, Lao Mu is just watching for fun.

One or two hundred yuan is not a lot of money for him. Sometimes when he feels he enjoys reading a novel, he would give a reward of ten or twenty thousand yuan.

For him, happiness is more important than money.

What happened today was very interesting. He was obviously bored and was hanging out in various author groups. He would look for authors who were not writing and were secretly hanging out in the group, and then he would show up and criticize them.

As a result, such an outrageous thing was discovered among this group of local authors in Qinzhou.

Lao Mu thought that this matter was indeed very interesting.

Especially when he heard the man in black say that he purchased the goods from behind, Lao Mu suddenly wasn't bored anymore.

What a fucking business genius!

Lao Mu remembers that when he was in college, although his family was relatively wealthy, bored rich second-generations like them always wanted to prove themselves.

One year during the Chinese New Year, he went to the Qinzhou city vegetable market with a few classmates.

On the twenty-sixth and twenty-seventh days of the twelfth lunar month, people going to the vegetable market to buy things are like crazy.

Just look at things and buy them home without caring whether you need them or not.

At that time, Lao Mu had an idea and took his classmates to occupy a position at the entrance of the vegetable market. He was responsible for selling while his classmates were responsible for purchasing.

I moved the hairtail from a seafood store in a corner of the vegetable market, selling it for 180 yuan a box, to the entrance of the vegetable market, and sold it for 240 yuan a box.

I earned almost three thousand yuan a day.

That was the first time that Lao Mu realized why his father had become Qinzhou’s leading businessman in just thirty years.

So when he heard what Su Chen said just now, Lao Mu vaguely remembered his experience in college, and suddenly he thought it was interesting, so interesting!

What he was doing back then was taking advantage of the information gap. He really wanted to see what other cards this man who was setting up a stall had since he had exposed his underwear to others.

Seeing Mu Ye’s urging in the group, Zhou Hai stopped talking nonsense.

He pointed at the small stove on the ground and said, "Okay, give me a serving of your expensive egg fried rice."

As if to prove that he was not a fool, Zhou Hai added, "If it doesn't taste good, I won't pay for it!"

Su Chen took back the hand that had just picked up the iron pot, and said, "I won't do it if you don't pay me."

Damn it!

Zhou Hai was dumbfounded. What's wrong with this boss? Why are there so many broken rules? No one pays first and then eats. Does he really think you are the delicious restaurant that has gone viral on the Internet?

The boss is awesome. He customizes the food and only makes it after you pay.

Who do you think you are to dare to play like this?

Speechless, Zhou Hai is simply speechless.

As his group members were urging him frantically, he knew that if he continued like this, he would only be seen as a laughing stock.

"Forget it." Zhou Hai angrily scanned the QR code displayed on He Shuting's phone, "If it doesn't taste good, I'll report you for selling overpriced rice!"

Su Chen was too lazy to care about such an impossible thing.

Because all the props they chose were kitchen utensils, and there was not even a table, the stove had to be placed on the ground.

Without even changing his posture, Su Chen waved his hand, and He Shuting immediately went into the Happy Egg Fried Rice Restaurant.

"Boss, please help us get our rice, eggs, and lard."

The boss came out of the kitchen in a daze, glanced outside the glass door, and discovered that he actually knew the customer standing in front of the stall selling fried rice at an extremely high price!

"Why didn't Zhou Hai come in to eat today? Why did he go to the door to eat such expensive fried rice?"

The lady boss was also puzzled, "Did Zhou Hai make a lot of money? He usually has to eat an extra plate of pickles when he eats egg fried rice."

Despite what he said, the boss still followed the previous agreement and gave He Shuting a large portion of overnight rice, four eggs, a spoonful of lard, and half a plate of refined salt. "This is the first portion. I'm keeping track of the number."

Afterwards, he followed He Shuting out of the store, wanting to see what this 188 egg fried rice was all about!

The ingredients are in hand, and the money is also in hand.

Su Chen did not try to be mysterious. He used his own small bowl to divide the rice into half.

Zhou Hai saw this action and said, "Boss, what are you doing? Do you mean that the 188 yuan portion of fried rice is only half of the boss's large portion?"

Isn't this a bit too dark?

The boss who was walking out the door behind him added, "I sold him this large portion of rice and four eggs for ten yuan."

The implication is also very clear.

He bought rice and eggs from me for ten yuan, and then sold them to you for one hundred and eighty-eight. That would have been fine, but he even divided them into two portions.

Look, why do you want to eat this stuff? You might as well come to my house and eat!

Zhou Hai felt even more stupid after being stabbed by his boss.

After taking a look at the messages in the group, those idiots are so happy that they are almost fools!

Zhou Hai stood there with a gloomy face, not saying a word. All he wanted now was for the man to finish the food quickly, and then he would wolf it down and leave this place immediately.

Even Zhou Hai had doubts.

Although he lives a reclusive life and seldom interacts with others, after today, he will most likely become the dumbest guy on the street. After all, the boss of Happy Egg Fried Rice is a chatterbox.

With mixed feelings, Zhou Hai saw Su Chen start to take action.

Lit the flame of the small gas stove, Su Chen casually scooped a small piece of lard into the pot, and the lard began to melt at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As soon as it was all melted, Su Chen poured half of the rice directly into the chef's pot.

The chef used the spatula to stir the pot twice, and the rice that was originally clumped together immediately broke down into individual grains.

The fried rice restaurant owner who was standing at the door watching had a slightly surprised expression on his face.

'This guy has something on his hands.'

'Without a high-powered stove, he was able to fry the rice in just a few strokes until each grain was distinct. His control of the heat is as good as mine!'

As a master chef who has been making fried rice for many years, he might be just average at making other dishes, but when it comes to egg fried rice, this boss has a lot of experience.

For example, when the oil temperature reaches a certain level, the rice is easier to separate, and when the rice is fried to a certain degree, add salt.

'What the hell? Where are his eggs?'

The boss was still thinking about his own experience when he suddenly realized, why did this guy only make fried rice but not eggs?

Do I have to fry the rice, then fry the eggs, and then mix them together?

Will the rice still taste like eggs this way?

Before the boss could figure out the problem, Su Chen's actions had already given him the answer.

After just stirring the rice in the chef's pot a few times, Su Chen could already sense that every grain of rice had reached the temperature he wanted.

According to previous practice.

He spread the rice out to the sides, leaving an empty space in the middle to reveal the bottom of the pot, and skillfully cracked two eggs into the pot one by one with his right hand.

'What the hell, this young man!'

The boss at the door was shocked again.

He was shocked by Su Chen's way of making fried rice. Isn't this method too wild?

Before the shock had dissipated, Su Chen scraped the egg liquid a few more times, and then began to stir the rice grains and the egg liquid together.

The boss was dumbfounded again.

'What's this method? He has a small pot and a small stove, and the fire can't keep up. Wouldn't it make a pot of egg paste?'

Su Chen's movements were so fast that the boss had no time to change the source of his shock.

Before he figured out why the egg liquid had to be fried with the rice grains, he saw that the rice grains in the pot seemed to have magic, and the egg liquid tightly wrapped all the rice grains.

And, it’s not wrapped up in a ball!

It’s one grain, one grain!

Be it the egg liquid or the rice grains, they all seemed to listen to the young man's words. He just sat there, his movements leisurely, his expression indifferent, even looking a little careless, which was completely different from the feeling of being busy cooking in the kitchen.

However, the egg liquid seemed to have life and obediently wrapped around the rice grains.

The rice grains that were just white began to turn golden yellow!

I just saw the young man pinching a pinch of salt and sprinkling it evenly into the pot. He held the handle of the pot with his left hand and shook it gently twice, then casually stirred it a few times with the spatula in his right hand.

He immediately picked up the iron pot and scooped the fried rice into a small bowl.

Oh yes, that bowl is also from the Happy Egg Scrambled Egg Restaurant.

It was the bowl he used to serve rice when he sold it to Su Chen.

Because the rice sold was in large portions, Su Chen only used half of it when frying it, so this bowl of egg fried rice looked a little insufficient.

Zhou Hai was stunned at this moment.

"I thought I was a bronze, but it turned out to be a king?"

The video chat in the group has already exploded.

"This young boss is three parts nonchalant, three parts calm and composed, and four parts pretentious. His movements in making fried rice are surprisingly skillful. It looks like this fried rice is pretty good."

"Don't you think this little boss is pretty awesome? He fried the rice first, then beat the eggs into the pan and started frying them together. He was able to make golden egg fried rice just like that!"

"Everyone seems to have overlooked the key point. This egg fried rice only took two fucking minutes to make!"

Several people hurriedly looked through the chat history and found out that the content of their conversation when the young boss started to stir-fry the rice was really only two minutes.

He Shuting handed the small bowl to Zhou Hai, "Here, eat it while it's hot."

Zhou Hai finally came to his senses and said, "Ah, thank you, thank you."

He was not a person who cared about etiquette. He actually sat down next to Su Chen with the bowl in his hand. He looked at Su Chen a little embarrassedly. After the young boss made the fried rice, he returned to his previous state of resting with his eyes closed.

Zhou Hai sighed and prepared to eat.

Little did they know that Su Chen was just a little disappointed.

I thought the SSS-level egg fried rice would have a chance to stand out on the streets of Qinzhou City, but just now, the egg fried rice was ready.

Su Chen realized a problem.

To make real SSS-level fried rice, you need the chef set and ingredients from a vending machine. Both are indispensable.

Now, because I use ingredients from roadside stores, the quality of the egg fried rice I make is better than SS, but compared to SSS, it still lacks a touch of flavor.

Of course, this is just a regret in Su Chen’s heart.

For other people, they don’t know the ins and outs of this.

Everyone, including the owner of Happy Egg Fried Rice standing at the door, and the people from the Qinzhou local authors group who were having a video chat.

He was staring at Zhou Hai.

They are eager to know what the difference is between this golden egg fried rice worth 188 yuan and ordinary egg fried rice.

Is it true that the egg fried rice is really delicious, or is Zhou Hai just a fool who took the bait?

The spoon in Zhou Hai's hand, finally.

Moved!