Food anchors must be decathlons

Yu Minghan is used to adding sugar to the braised pork, which will not only make the color of the finished product more attractive, but also give the pork a burnt aroma.The salty taste is slightly sweet, which also makes people more appetizing.

Anyway, the little rich second generation at the table and the audience in the live broadcast room seemed to be having a good time.

In the live broadcast room, it may be that the live broadcast room next door learned that Yu Minghan had been promoted to the fifth level, and the number of online viewers in the live broadcast room increased slightly.

...I just don't know why, although there are more people online, the barrage on the screen seems to be more sparse.

[I heard that your anchor has finally reached the fifth level... Fuck, this is a bit delicious. ]

[What kind of meat is this? It’s really delicious!I want to go back to Aze and ask him to do it every day. ]

[It is said to be braised pork. ]

[Braised pork, what does the braised pork look like?Wouldn't it be adding some legendary food coloring? I didn't eat it like this before. ]

[I don't know what was added, but it smells really good. ]

[Anyway, you can’t kill people if you add anything, so just try to eat it. ]

[I just took a bite... it's a bit delicious, so I just forcefully pay attention. ]

[Then I'll try it. ]

Some viewers fell silent after that taste.Those ids fell silent on the screen, and then lay quietly in Yu Minghan's fan list.

On the screen, the unintelligible audience smelled the fragrance and were still asking how it tasted, but everyone had time to answer them.

Outside the live broadcast room, He Feng asked vaguely while chewing the meat in his mouth: "Brother, don't you have dinner yet?"

Yu Minghan: "There is still a pot of soup in the kitchen, I'll bring it out first."

"Soup?" The little rich second generations blinked, and the light in their eyes became brighter and brighter.

He Feng pawed twice with the chopsticks, and ate all the rice in the bowl with the meat.He put down the chopsticks in his hand: "brother, let me help you."

Yu Minghan: "Then you can bring out a few more bowls."

"Okay." He Feng said, took the bowl still stained with ochre-colored soup into the kitchen, filled himself with a bowl of rice, and brought out two bowls along the way.One for myself and one for him, brother Yu, there is not much else.

Seeing this, other people on the table also slammed down the bowls in the bowls, and went into the kitchen to put rice and get bowls.For a while, the rice cooker was a little crowded.

In the kitchen, Yu Minghan turned on the Electric Stew Gu.The ingredients were put in before leaving in the morning, and they are almost cooked now.

Crock pots or casserole pots are the best way to cook soup, but considering that no one is watching the fire at home, I chose modern appliances as the next best thing.

Compared with the original rich and mellow aroma of the soup from the casserole, the soup from the electric stew is a bit light.But because the chicken used to make the soup is carefully selected, the smell of this pot of soup is not bad.

Open the lid of the electric stew pot, the chicken soup in the pot is covered with oil stars, and the soup is golden and translucent, and the chicken in the clear soup can be seen at a glance.Along with the rising white mist, the smell of chicken soup flowed into the house bit by bit, quietly occupying the entire room.

In the live broadcast room, the chicken lying quietly in the soup once again aroused heated discussions.

[I actually have soup to drink today, what a bliss.I thought soup was only available when it was raining and the anchor was in a good mood. Thanks to modern inventions and human progress. ]

[I must grab the first bite when Brother Yu pours out the soup. ]

[...Come on, Brother Yu still has to carry soup for a long way, and you won't see other viewers watching the live broadcast drinking it, so it's not your first sip, so just lie to yourself. ]

[What is cheating? This is called the ritual sense of life. ]

Yu Minghan was about to take out the inner liner of the electric stewed Gu through the towel, but the moment his fingers touched the inner liner of the electric stewed Gu, the clock in the living room rang and began to tell the hour.

- It's six o'clock in the evening.

The viewers waiting for their soup in the live broadcast room only saw the screen go black, and the live broadcast ended immediately.

The audience who is rubbing their hands and waiting for the soup: ...

Audience: It’s just a little short, please give me another minute! ! !

The audience at the other end looked at the darkened live broadcast room, and Yu Minghan didn't know how he was feeling. He poured all the soup into the soup bowl and served it to the table.

He Feng held the bowl for Brother Yu, and first filled a bowl for Brother Yu with a spoon.

The chicken in the chicken soup was stewed until it was extremely soft and rotten. With a little force on the porcelain spoon, the chicken legs were cut off directly.

Putting the chicken soup with chicken legs in front of Yu Minghan, He Feng took advantage of the momentum and put another chicken leg into the bowl.Hearing the dissatisfied murmurs of others, He Feng proudly took a sip from the bowl.

The fresh and sweet chicken soup has a warm taste and flows down the esophagus into the stomach, exuding warmth.

The chicken inside gives people the feeling that it is tender and refreshing, which is different from the braised pork. With a little force, the bones inside can be completely removed.

He Feng finished the bowl of soup with the bowl in his hand, then leaned back lazily with half-closed eyes and let out a breath.

……

The little rich second generations ate at a fast pace, everyone had finished their meals, and Zhou Zhou was still eating with the braised pork soup.

The only remaining braised pork on the table was in the bowl in front of Yu Minghan. Zhou Zhou didn't dare to reach out to pick it up, so he could only bite his chopsticks from time to time and look at it pitifully.

Yu Minghan, who was stared at by such eyes, suddenly felt guilty. He pushed the bowl of braised pork in front of him towards Zhou Zhou: "Do you want some?"

Zhou Zhou bit his chopsticks with a moved face: "Thank you brother!"

Of course, he can't eat too much if he gets the meat, after all, he is not embarrassed when there are so many people watching.Only after watching Yu Minghan pick up some meat with his chopsticks did he dare to reach out with his chopsticks.

He was eating the meat in his mouth, and when he thought of how many things he had missed these days, he felt extremely sad: "Brother Yu, can I move here?"

Before he came to work with the same style of Tuhao, he had been staying up all night.Because every time he stays up late to write code, he will be nagged by his mother, so he just moves out to live by himself.

Although it might be a bit crowded to live with this group of young rich second generations, which may affect his writing code every day, but thinking about having such delicious breakfast and dinner every day, he feels that he can work here for the rest of his life. Little boy doing chores.

...Of course, after moving in, he soon discovered that many of these rich second generations had bought houses in this villa area, and there was no impact at all if a villa supported several people.

The owner of a certain villa in this villa area: "Okay, I still have a vacant room. You can just live in it, and it will be convenient to sell out after living together."

It was only after he finished speaking that he suddenly realized that the foundation in the food street they had finally built was gone.

He lowered his head a little desolately: "...Really, it's finally expanded to such a large size. I thought it would be able to take over half of the stalls in the food street, but at a glance, it is full of the same logo of the local tyrants."

Chen Xuyan patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, let's find a bigger and better place. Soon we will have money, and we can go anywhere."

"Yes, if you want to do it, do it better." He Feng said, "I just don't know where to drive it. Do you have any recommended places?"

"Let me look for it first."

The little rich second generations took out their mobile phones and started looking for places they thought were good.

"How about the Siyue Building on Wenyue Road?"

"Where it is close to the suburbs, it's a bit off."

"How about the Xingyao Building on Minzhu Road?"

"Xingyao Building? Although it is in the urban area, the restaurants inside have generally been established there for many years. Have they settled down? Why are there vacant stores?"

"Well, the restaurant on the fifth floor that had been established for several years moved out for no reason. After that, a few others moved in, but the taste was not as good as the one that moved out at the beginning, so the business has been tepid. They all moved away."

"Hey, then we can move in. Anyway, I think Brother Yu is the best cook in the world."

"Speaking of which, I was suddenly a little curious. At first, the restaurant's business was doing well, but why did it suddenly move away?"

"I seem to know a little bit about this. It seems that the original chef left suddenly. The new chef's skills are not as good as before. The reputation is bad and he can't continue the business, so he just moved away."

"Oh oh oh, so it turns out..."

Seeing that the conversation was about to reach the gossip channel, the more serious Tuesday coughed less: "It's okay, okay, don't say it's crooked."

He turned to look at Yu Minghan, and asked Yu Minghan's opinion: "Brother Yu, we decided to go to Xingyao Building, what do you think?"

"Xingyao Building... yes," Yu Minghan said after a pause, "but the space there is a bit too big."

Chen Xuyan: "It's just right too. The space just vacated serves cold drinks and sells grilled sausages, and the rest is reserved for them to line up."

"Then Xingyao Building, but I have some ideas." Yu Minghan raised his head and looked at Zhou Zhou, who was grunting across the table, "Zhou Zhou, what do you know about artificial intelligence?"

Suddenly hearing someone calling his name, Zhou Zhou raised his head.The corners of his mouth were still sticking to rice grains, but the confidence in his field of expertise did not diminish because of this: "Artificial intelligence, I know a little bit about this."

Yu Minghan: "Really, then please help me later."

Zhou Zhou said confidently, "Okay, no problem."

"Then can I have another piece of meat?" Zhou Zhou finished his confidence, and then asked expectantly, blinking his eyes.

Yu Minghan waved his hand, motioning him to put down the chopsticks directly: "You eat, just pick it up."

……

Diners who are used to waking up early in the food street and waiting in line for the stalls of "Tuhao Same Style" were horrified to find that "Tuhao Same Style" had disappeared from the food street.

Suddenly, a few unfamiliar stalls appeared on the stalls that were definitely not seen before nine o'clock in the morning. They replaced the parasols and carts with the logo of the "local tyrants" and appeared at the intersection of the food street. .

"What about the local tyrants? Why is their booth occupied by others?"

"Damn it, I finally came to Z city on a business trip today. I stayed up all night yesterday just so that I could come to eat the barbecue that I missed on Xunwei. Today, I suddenly told me that it was gone? Is it so unlucky?"

"Could they have made an agreement with those little brothers of the same style as the local tyrants, and then bought the time slot before nine o'clock? This will not only make full use of time, but also save money."

The diners who came here specially to line up guessed the reason why "Tuhao Tongdian" was not open, and some of them were impatient and asked directly.

The owner who set up a stall at the original stall of "Tuhao Tongshi" was stunned when he heard the words: "Ah, why me? Of course it's because I rented this stall."

The diner asked: "What about the local tyrant who originally set up a stall at this stall? Have you discussed the time period for setting up the stall, and then paid the rent for the day together?"

The boss was more surprised than the diners: "What, is this stall originally of the same style as a local tyrant?"

... In City Z, especially in the area near the food street, there are very few people who don't know the name "The same style of local tyrants".Even if you don't go to the forum, even if you don't watch food shows, you probably have a vague idea that there is such a popular barbecue stall.

"Aren't they coming?!"

The reason why I wanted to set up a stall on this food street was probably because I knew that there was a barbecue stall called "Tu Hao Tong Style" on this food street, which by itself forcibly boosted the GDP of the entire street.Without that barbecue stand, the business on this street would probably be much worse.

Seeing the confused look on the boss's face, the diners probably knew that they couldn't ask anything, so it was inevitable that the diners began to feel a little lost.

They don't know the origin of the "same style of local tyrants" earlier, and they don't have the phone number of their boss.

For these diners, the only thing they know is that they can eat delicious barbecue when they come here.Apart from this, there is no other connection between them.

After losing the tacit understanding that belongs exclusively to the diners and the boss, they don't know how to find that stall again after the little brothers of the "local tyrants with the same style" have left.

"They don't plan to stop doing barbecue in the future, do they?"

"Probably not. Their business is so good, and they have even appeared on TV shows. I think they should be planning to buy a storefront and end their career as stall sellers."

"Where will they drive then?"

"...How do I know that?"

No matter how you guess, good or bad are just their guesses rather than reality.The diners who didn't get the official answer of "Tuhao same style" were a little depressed.

Some diners sighed and went straight out of the food street with dejected faces, while others organized a group to find the person in charge of the food street and asked about the "Local Tyrant's Same Style" restaurant at the entrance of the street.

The person in charge of the food street watched a large group of diners approaching with dissatisfied faces, and subconsciously took a step back.

He cleared his throat and said, "They should go home and inherit the family business."

"Inherit the family business?" The diners naturally couldn't imagine how powerful the family business was carried on the shoulders of the Qingjun brother who set up the stall.Thinking about the delicious barbecue, they began to take it for granted that the boss is going back to inherit the ancestral barbecue at home.

A diner asked, "Then do you know where their family shop is located?"

The face of the person in charge of the food street suddenly became complicated. He glanced at the diner who spoke, and raised his hand to point at the building where Yu's Group is located.

The diners looked in the direction pointed by the person in charge of the food street, and looked over with some doubts: "What do you mean by Yu's Group?"

The person in charge of the food street: "...that is the family business that the boss is planning to go home to inherit."

diners: ...

Diner: ...you're not kidding, are you?

Although they felt that the other party was joking with them, the diners present still remembered the name tags all over the body of those handymen, and remembered the sentence "Brother Yu".

Brother Yu, Brother Yu, is the Yu in there Yu from the Yu Group? !

"...The rich second generation still drives Wuling Hongguang?"

"No, isn't that the point? Isn't the point that the rich second generation will come out to set up a barbecue stall?"

"Honestly, I always thought they were all fakes. I almost asked where they bought the clothes before, and they looked so authentic."

After the extreme shock, the extreme sadness follows.

"If I can't do barbecue well, I'll go back and inherit the family business. I really won't be able to eat it anymore. If I knew it would happen, I would be shameless and wear a jacket to make two people buy ten skewers every day."

"Isn't that good? It's been on TV and it's famous all over the country. Sure enough, excellent people are better than ordinary people even if they do barbecue. The same style of the local tyrants is worthy of the same style of the local tyrants. Unfortunately, the local tyrants will not be rare in the future. Gotta keep grilling us."

"If the boss is in trouble, I can still try to raise a wave of crowdfunding. But no matter how much I raise, I can't raise a Yu Group for him. That's fine, I give up."

The diners sighed and dispersed, thinking that "the same style of local tyrants" would never appear again in this life.

...After all, what is a small barbecue stall compared to a family property worth hundreds of millions?

A diner clicked on the check-in post in the city Z forum, and replied: [Punch card is the same style as a local tyrant, today the boss ran back to inherit the family business. 】

……

"The same type of local tyrant" is a famous barbecue stall in Z city and even in the entire J province. It is no exaggeration to say that this barbecue stall is even famous all over the country.

The foodies in this city and the diners who came from other cities rushed to nothing. While leaving with regret, the reason for the disappearance of the "local tyrants with the same style" quickly spread.

——The rich second-generation boss ran away, and ran back home to inherit the family business.

The essence of human beings is the repeater.In the check-in post, this sentence frequently appears in the last few pages of the post.

While this sentence was repeated several times, some people also analyzed it.

Why did the rich second generation come out to set up a dry barbecue stall?Why did the boss suddenly go back to inherit the family business?

In connection with the news that "Bai Mou", who was arrested from Yu's family some time ago, bought a murderer and went to jail, someone posted a post, guessing that their rich second-generation boss of "the same type of local tyrant" was forced out of the house by his vicious stepmother and killed instead Had to hide in the marketplace.During this time, the vicious stepmother was imprisoned, so the head of the Yu family had to give up his beloved illegitimate son and let his disliked eldest son inherit the family business.

This post was well-founded, and also incidentally interspersed with all the events that happened in the entire timeline, contacting the illegitimate children who are common in TV dramas today, so that everyone who saw it felt that this might be the truth of the matter.

Of course, in addition to this kind of post with logical analysis, there are also some posts whose content is comparable to gossip written by paparazzi.

But no matter what kind of post it is, there is only one central idea—the handsome boss of their "tyrant style" is being persecuted.

For a while, Yu Yanlin's reputation became extremely bad, and even his provocative speech a while ago was called "crocodile tears".

Naturally, the shares of the Yu Group were also affected.

In the office, Yu Yanlin trembled with anger.With shaking hands, he closed the page of City Z Forum, forcing himself not to think about the words on the page.

He once contacted the public relations department to delete the post, but the deletion also caused a backlash from netizens. There were more and more posts, and even spread to other social software.

The degree of expansion is a bit exaggerated, and it seems that there are other people's promotion.Yu Yanlin could vaguely guess who made some of them.

...Tsk, I knew that Gu Shenxing's rebound would be so strong, I shouldn't have listened to Bai Yeting's words and married him.

……

Although the little rich second generation don't have much money on hand, they still have a network of connections.

Although he was not treated as an heir since he was a child, he has learned some things that should be understood.

Relying on their own network, they got in touch with a rich second-generation family who built electric cars in the circle, and tried to sell their patents.

After the business was negotiated, the second generation of Xiaofu took the money that flowed in and rented the storefront in Xingyao Building.

...Of course, they were afraid that the other party would see their names when they were renting out, which would cause some other accidents. The second generation of the rich picked Zhou Zhou out of the villa, and planned to use his identity to get out of Xingyao Building. Rent a storefront.

When Zhou Zhou was led out of the study by He Feng, the dark circles under his eyes that disappeared not long ago due to his good work and rest reappeared on his face, and he looked a little sluggish.

"How is it possible, how could it be like this, it shouldn't be." Zhou Zhou kept repeating these few words in a low voice, looking a little godlike.

He Feng: "...Zhou Zhou, what's wrong with you?"

As if awakened, Zhou Zhou grabbed He Feng's sleeve: "He Feng, tell me honestly, what brother Yu studied in college."

He Feng was so frightened that he took a step back subconsciously: "It's just...finance."

Zhou Zhou asked: "Then did he choose a second major?"

He Feng: "No, just studying finance is already very tiring, where is the energy?"

Zhou Zhou looked even more decadent.

He Feng asked: "What happened?"

Zhou Zhou laughed at himself: "It's nothing, I just didn't expect that one day I would hurt others in this field."

...Thinking that since he was a child, he could barely be regarded as the object of envy and hatred by others. Unexpectedly, now, he has also started to turn into lemon essence at every turn.

"However, Brother Yu's code is really beautiful."

"Oh," He Feng didn't understand, so he responded inexplicably, and started to ask other things: "By the way, you and Brother Yu are bored in the study every day, what are you doing?"

Thinking of the things he participated in these days, Zhou Zhou said proudly: "We are making kitchen robots. It can reduce the burden on Brother Yu, and make our local tyrants really bigger and stronger."

He Feng asked: "Is it artificial intelligence?"

Zhou Zhou thought about the program of the machine: "It's almost the same. But in a strict sense, it might not be considered artificial intelligence."