Chapter 1100: a man of his words!

She put down the remaining raw frying, and the inconvenient spit in her mouth, and slowly chewed it down.
Song Lang did not want to raise chopsticks at all, but there was no sorrowful color on the surface, but a faint smile.
When the white cockroach put down the chopsticks, Song Lang called the buddy and the treasurer and asked: "Are you sure this is the best fried food in Jiangbei City?"
The guy looked serious: "Of course, we Liu Jisheng fried, but Jiangbei is a must, who does not know, who does not know?"
Song Lang asked the buddy and the treasurer, "Have you eaten yourself?"
The buddy shook his head very simply: "I haven't eaten it. I used to run the table to clean the table. How can I have this money?"
Song Lang looked at the treasurer again. "What about you?"
The look of the shopkeeper was a bit embarrassing, apparently it was eaten. "Eating is eaten, it is too precious, not much."
Yuan Lao didn't have a good air: "Too precious? If it is a precious thing, why do you come up so much? Our family can eat so many people?"
The treasurer smiled and said: "Guest, this is the rule of the store, no matter how many people come, the amount is the same."
Song Lang said: "Since you all said that this is the best food in Jiangbei City, then this son will reward you with this, as long as you can finish these on the spot, this son will reward each other for another two silver. ,how is it?"
When the guy listened to this, the stars appeared in his eyes and the light shook.
"Really?" You must know that if he is a buddy for a year, he will be able to earn five or two silvers. But he will meet the nobles here, and he will not be able to eat them, but also reward the money. This is really heaven. The good thing about the pie.
Song Lang nodded: "The gentleman said a word, it is difficult to chase!"
Said, he made a look at Yuan Lao.
Yuan Lao Li took out two silver spindles from the money bag, one for twelve silver, and placed it heavily on the table.
Song Lang said again: "However, if you can't finish it, you can't give it to the silver. You can't accept the meal, how?"
The treasurer is very hesitant. He knows the taste of this fried food. He is afraid that he can't eat it at all. How can he eat so much? But the ten or so heavy silver will almost brighten his eyes, and he is not willing to give up, is secretly entangled.
The buddy quickly rushed the sleeves of the shopkeeper: "The treasurer, such a good opportunity, you still hesitate? Hurry and promise." He wanted to agree to himself, but the right to exempt him, he did not have to speak. can.
And these forty fried, where he alone finished eating, how to eat two people.
The shopkeeper can't remember the taste of this fried food. He only knows that it is difficult to eat, but he thinks that it is hard to eat. For this pair of silver, it is always possible to swallow it with closed eyes!
So the shopkeeper nodded and promised Song Lang's proposal.
Song Lang waved his hand: "Please sit down with the two." He said, he reached out and took the raw simmer that had been bitten by the white scorpion and put it in front of himself. What the white pheasant has eaten naturally cannot let them touch.
The shopkeeper and the buddy have sat down. The guests in the store have seen this, and they have come together to look around. They have to look at it. This kind of thing that is difficult to swallow is blown into the best food in Jiangbei to see if they can How much to eat.
The buddy first took one to the mouth and stuffed it. It was not big, just a two-three-year-old child’s fist.
A young man like him can’t be a bite.
He thought that this raw fried is a thin skin filled with enough oil to scent, after all, the raw fried food he had eaten before is this taste.
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It’s more finished today, it’s been a long time ago, oh~