Food anchors must be decathlons

Yu Minghan didn't disagree until the end.He slowly finished the porridge in the bowl, put the empty bowl on the table, and the bottom of the bowl hit the table with a crisp sound: "Okay, since it's almost time for breakfast, it's time to pack up and get ready to go." alive."

"If you set up a stall in the food street, you have to skewer more skewers."

Yu Minghan returned to the kitchen, took the steamed chicken feet out of the pot, added freshly ground chili powder and stirred.

Taking into account the tastes of the people here, the chili did not choose a very spicy variety.Looking at the thick layer of red paste on the chicken feet, it is almost the same when it is eaten in the mouth.

In the living room, three people sat on a small bench, surrounded by an iron basin and wore gloves to skewer chicken feet.

Listening to Yu Minghan's explanation, Chen Xuyan was afraid that if he didn't dress well, the chicken feet would fall off when they were roasted.

At this time, the mobile phone placed next to him started to vibrate wildly, Chen Xuyan looked down, probably his enemies had seen the message that he was so downcast that he went to set up a street stall, and started to send messages to ridicule him.

Chen Xuyan stared at it for three seconds, took off his gloves and reached out to block everyone.He wanted these people to feel the aggrieved feeling of having nowhere to go after being blocked.

Of course, it would be even better if these people could be suffocated to death.

The world was instantly quiet.Chen Xuyan put on his gloves and continued to put on strings.

……

It was near ten o'clock that Yu Minghan took care of all these things.

A private car that had struggled before but finally resigned to its fate, smelled like pepper, drove out of the villa area and arrived at the food street.

And when Chen Xuyan drove the car to the place, he was stabbed in the eye by a row of familiar luxury cars outside the food street.

He looked at the booth, and as expected, there were five or six second generations who had nothing to do around the place where the oven was originally placed.Those familiar faces have all had disputes with him more or less.

Chen Xuyan quietly parked the car in a corner, put his hands on the steering wheel, took a deep breath, and said to the two people in the back seat, "... let's go."

What should come will always come, and there is no escape.

Chen Xuyan got out of the car and followed Yu Minghan with his things.From a distance, he heard the group of rich second generations chatting, "Coincidentally, you also came to see Chen Xuyan's good show".

The corners of Chen Xuyan's eyes twitched, trying to calm down his expression, trying to turn this so-called deadly rival relationship into a simple one that only relies on money as he did when he saw Yu Minghan for the first time. Ordinary shopkeepers and guests.

The little rich second generations who dominated the booth heard footsteps and subconsciously looked over.Just when he wanted to ridicule the other party with a mocking tone, he met Yu Minghan's face.

This group of rich second generations probably also heard about Yu Minghan's expulsion from the house.Through the information circulated in this small circle, they can figure it out after a little bit of piecing together.

As the second son of the family who can be abandoned at any time without much rights, and as the rich second generation who has more or less experienced dirty and disgusting things, for Yu Minghan who was squeezed out of the house by his stepmother, he probably felt a bit sad in his heart. .

Therefore, even though Yu Minghan was so downcast that he became a street vendor, the fact that the other party became the owner of a barbecue stall was not often used as a topic of conversation after dinner.In this small circle, the story of setting up street stalls to survive is only a small-scale spread.

Seeing Yu Minghan walking over with things, the group of rich second generations hurriedly made way for Yu Minghan.

Under the gaze of so many people, Yu Minghan put down his things calmly: "Can you make room again? There is another oven here."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The rich second generations dispersed and walked back one after another.

This time it was impossible to leave, and Chen Xuyan, who was dawdling behind, came directly into everyone's sight.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Chen Xuyan, Chen Xuyan, you have today too." The rich second generations gathered around Chen Xuyan, who was holding a foam plastic box, and laughed heartily.

There was a rich second generation who looked at him as a boy doing odd jobs, and he was very proud: "A few days ago, he was robbing me for drinks, but I didn't expect to be reduced to serving me today."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was pushed by the companion next to him.Seeing Yu Minghan following the other person's line of sight, the man sighed and fell silent.

The rich second generations surrounded Chen Xuyan to push the cart, and followed Chen Xuyan to set up tables and chairs behind.

Surrounded in the middle, Chen Xuyan's calm state of mind was on the verge of exploding: "You..."

Before he could vent his anger, his shoulders were pressed by He Feng who didn't know when he came over: "Calm down, my brother still has business. Don't fight with them here, and affect my brother's newly moved booth."

Chen Xuyan's voice was trembling with anger: "Damn it, look at them, they are all so over the top. I want to calm down and do business, but they didn't give me a chance."

He Feng reminded: "There are so many of them, you can't beat them."

Chen Xuyan said forcefully: "If you can't beat it, you have to try, don't steam the steamed buns to save yourself!"

He Feng didn't want his brother to be ruined by these second generations on the first day of his official opening. He closed his eyes hard, and when he opened them again, his eyes were clear: "If you hold back, I'll tell my brother to let you know." Moving in."

Chen Xuyan was appeased, but there was still a bit of grievance in his voice: "But..."

"Think about it, the sweet and sour pork ribs, braised pork, roast duck and pork trotters and braised goose after moving in." He Feng began to report the names of the dishes, and said temptingly: "You know, just last night, my brother made them for me A creme brulee for dessert."

Chen Xuyan asked: "Is what you said true?"

"Of course." He Feng's expression was firm, but what he was thinking in his heart was: As far as the relationship between you and my brother is concerned, it would be a ghost if you could live here.I mentioned it, and if my brother doesn't want it, I can't help it.

Chen Xuyan was soothed, he set the chair, turned his head and smiled at the second generation who were gossiping and watching the show: "Today, the shop specializes in grilled chicken feet, do you want some?"

The second generation: ...? ? ?

The second generation: I suddenly became curious about the food of Yu Minghan's family.

A rich second generation threw the key on the table and sat down on the chair directly: "Okay, but I want you to bring it to me."

Chen Xuyan smiled politely: "Okay, 100 yuan."

The other party laughed angrily at Chen Xuyan's attitude of a black shop butcher, and before he could say anything, Chen Xuyan was pushed away by He Feng.

"Don't pay attention to him, a string of five yuan." He Feng has no objection to Zai and this group of young rich second generations.But with the movement just now, many people around looked over and heard Chen Xuyan's offer.In order to prevent his brother's business from being ruined by Chen Xuyan, He Feng stepped forward.

Facing He Feng's face, the other party restrained a lot: "Then let's have twenty skewers."

"Just treat it as if I invite everyone here to have a taste." He stood up, handed the money to He Feng, looked at the other rich second generations gathered here to join in the fun, and then looked at Chen Xuyan jokingly: "By the way, I I hope Er Shao Chen can send it to us personally."

"Okay, please wait a moment." Chen Xuyan responded, his face darkened the moment he turned around, he leaned to the side of the oven, and said to Yu Minghan, "They want twenty skewers of grilled chicken feet, the hottest one .”

... For the insulting remarks of the rich second generation over there, although I said I endured it, it didn't mean I was out of breath.

Yu Minghan also roughly knew what was going on there, so he naturally knew what the request was: "Don't talk nonsense."

"What's nonsense?" Chen Xuyan turned his head and shouted over there, "Are you spicing it up?"

"add."

"Did Er Shao Chen sprinkle it on us with his own hands?"

Chen Xuyan snapped his head back: "Look, they all want to be spicy."

He Feng also came over and silently pushed the chili noodles towards Yu Minghan: "Brother, add more."

... To be honest, He Feng was also very angry that this group of people tossed his Brother Yu's business just to watch the show.

Yu Minghan looked at He Feng and said, "You should know that today's peppers are not very spicy."

He Feng recalled how he looked before the chili was ground in the morning, it was indeed not a very hot chili.Hong Yan looks good, but in fact, it is not useful.

He Feng sighed and said, "Brother, can you give them more?"

Yu Minghan paused word by word: "You must have integrity in doing business."

...Of course, he was also afraid that if this group of people ate too spicy, they would be so spicy that their souls would fly into the air and their eyes would become dull.This will scare his audience and affect his live broadcast.

He Feng reluctantly said: "Okay."

Yu Minghan put the skewered grilled chicken feet in the oven and roasted them over a high fire. While the outside was charred, he took advantage of the water to lock in the moisture inside.Turn down to low heat when it is almost done, sprinkle with cumin and chili, and wait for the oven to roast the chicken feet.

Chen Xuyan took the disposable lunch box handed over by Yu Minghan. He looked at the grilled chicken feet inside, and the idea of ​​stealing it halfway almost popped up bit by bit.

He put the disposable lunch boxes in the middle and turned his face away from them.

The rich second generation who first talked about the treat thought that he had succeeded in humiliation, and smiled and picked up a bunch of roasted chicken feet: "Tsk tsk tsk, the things that Chen Ershao personally brought over smell better than other places. Quite a few."

"Come, come, everyone, try it, don't waste the friendship brought by Chen Ershao himself."

As he spoke, he stuffed the grilled chicken feet into his mouth.

The first thing the tip of the tongue touches is the outer layer of chili noodles. After feeling the slight stimulation brought by the spiciness, you can quickly touch the roasted and burnt skin.The teeth bite lightly, and the skin and flesh on the chicken feet easily fall off the bones.

He exhaled with a spicy "hiss", "Damn it, it's quite delicious."

"It's just a little spicy." He swallowed the saliva that came out of his mouth, took out a tissue and blew his nose, and continued to eat the grilled chicken feet in his hand.

"true and false?"

The others were just here to see Chen Xuyan's excitement, and they didn't expect much from Yu Minghan's skills at all.Hearing what he said and seeing how happy he was eating, the other rich second generations also hesitantly extended their hands to the grilled chicken feet on the table.

"Holy shit, it's so spicy."

"But it's so cool."

Yu Minghan picked one that could eat spicy food, and pointed the camera at his face: "The outer skin is scorched, but the inner is soft and glutinous full of collagen. One bite, the soft and fragrant skin is mixed with It has a bit of chewy gelatin, and it is easy to chew. The skin and meat attached to the bone can be easily separated, and the slightly spicy taste can also make people very appetizing.”

There was a rich second generation who really couldn't eat spicy food, so he yelled at Chen Xuyan while eating: "Fuck, do you have any water here? I'm going crazy from the spicy food."

——This seems to be a little different from the slightly spicy Yu Minghan said.

Yu Minghan knew that the people here couldn't eat spicy food, but he never expected that the people here couldn't eat spicy food so much.

...Just a little chili, but it doesn't work.

Yu Minghan gave a dissatisfied "tsk", and quickly moved the camera away.

"I didn't expect you to be so kind to me." Chen Xuyan slapped Yu Minghan's shoulder with a touched expression.

Yu Minghan looked cold: "You think too much."