Chapter 55: Confession

This year, there are a lot of tourists in the name of Duke Mu.
So after the "sheep steward" dropped the horse, more and more tourists came to the store to watch.
Yang Yang was in the kitchen and didn't notice the situation outside.
Soul cutting plants are easy for Yang Yang, but porridge is very troublesome-especially today, it is necessary to cook five pots and 30 pounds of porridge at the same time. Before the soul power of the soul essence plant was locked by the high temperature, Yang Yang had to concentrate on controlling the soul power of Wuguo Porridge.
At about half past eight, the soul power of Wuguo Porridge was finally stable, and the porridge was almost the same.
Yang Yang breathed a sigh of relief, and looked up a little tired, only to find that the store had three floors inside and three outside. Most of the tourists are taking the terminal to shoot, but Yang Yang is already accustomed to it, so he didn't care.
On the contrary, Yang Yang was so happy to see so many people-business seems to be not bad today.
Yang Yang smiled at the guests outside, with a mild temperature and humility: "Please wait a moment, the porridge will be ready soon."
Most of the tourists come to eat melon, but they also have eyesight, so after listening to Yang Yang, most people nodded well.
When the wood next to him looked like this, he greeted enthusiastically: "The barbecue is ready to be cut, does anyone want it?"
visitors:"…………"
No, we are not hungry, thank you.
But Mengxin still didn't know the reputation of Hell's Barbecue, so several people raised their hands and asked for a copy.
The selling of roast meat is not bad. Although some places are overheated, the scorching aroma of roasted fat is still very attractive.
Until the entrance.
A few tourists who bought barbecue: "........."
How to say, cooked is cooked, the taste is not without, but the taste is like bald alopecia, a thick, white taste, chewing on the left is salty, the right may be sweet.
The most frightening thing is the outer tender and the inner tender-the meat of the Gala beast will become very hard when it is roasted. Obviously looking at the tender meat on the outside, the spit was like a bit of stone.
A male tourist covered his cheek, and the dignity of the man kept the tears in his eyes from falling.
Very strong.
Wood did not see the pain of the diners at all, and was still enthusiastic: "You are the openers of this year, I specifically increase you without increasing the price, it is interesting!"
A few tourists: "........."
I thank you! !! !!
On the other side, Yang Yang's porridge was almost the same. He turned off the fire and asked the recruits to put the five pots of porridge on the side of the heat preservation rack, and put the name and price tag of the porridge on it.
As soon as the sign hung up, the tourists outside fry the pan immediately.
"One hundred and one bowl, up to two hundred? Just kidding."
"It's only 30 yuan for barbecues. Why is porridge so expensive?"
"It's not unusual to see the ingredients, is it?"
"Are you a sheep steward wrong?"
Faced with doubt, Yang Yang still smiled: "There is nothing wrong, this is the real price. And I guarantee that the value for money is good. Everyone can decide whether to buy or not, but everyone is limited to three bowls."
Actually restricted purchase? Is this money?
Many people had this idea in their hearts, but no one spoke out to hit Yang Yang's face. It's not that high-quality, but the main reason is because of the door god, Monta, standing next to the sales outlet.
Although Monta is a jump-out, and the trumpet in StarNet is not very serious, but this is exactly the case. When the always lively person suddenly cools down, the deterrent power is doubled.
But tourists don't say, Yang Yang can guess.
Yang Yang didn't explain too much, but said: "It's worth it, just know what to eat.-But I recommend that people with more sensitive soul force perception eat better, and ordinary people eat less cost-effective."
As soon as he said this, some people who knew it immediately understood: "Sheep steward, do you mean, your porridge is all soul power dishes?"
Yang Yang nodded: "Yes."
The man immediately opened his eyes and stepped forward: "Troublesome, give me a bowl, just beast bone congee-I remember someone said on Xingwang that the Duke liked this especially."
Yang Yang laughed: "Yes, the Duke prefers meat, but he doesn't like vegetables and aquatic products very much.-Just wait, it's good."
The bowl of porridge is not the small bowl originally suggested by Ashburn. Yang Yang replaced it with a slightly larger one, for word of mouth, and for price increases later. Yang Yang is very confident in his porridge.
And that's exactly what happened.
The first person to buy porridge was one of the dozen or so people who first entered the store. He came with his girlfriend. However, because of Yang Yang's words before, he did not immediately return to his seat, but took the porridge and tasted it.
First, it smelled, the taste of the porridge was very fragrant, but it didn't overflow the soul.
Men are a little disappointed. One of the main characteristics of soul dishes is that they have soul power. The higher the level of the dishes, the less soul power they have. The most excellent dishes can combine the overflowing soul power and the flavor of the dish into one, so that the soul power is absorbed into the body with the aroma of the dish and absorbed.
But the bowl of porridge in front of him, the incense is fragrant, but it does not have the overflowing soul power that the soul power dish should have.
The man looked up at Yang Yang and smiled at Yang Yang.
Yang Yang has known about soul dishes, so he roughly understands the meaning of men's expressions. He didn't explain much, just raised his hand: "You try it first."
The man smiled and took a sip without expectation.
The porridge was cooked enough, and the rice grains produced a thick pulp, which was fused with the bone marrow produced by the animal bones. It was sticky and dense, smooth and mellow, with a salty flavor on the mouth and a sweet aftertaste.
And when the porridge enters the abdomen, a gentle soul power is like a broken soap bubble, which is exploded in the abdominal cavity. Based on the heat of the porridge, it melts into the soul palace warmly, and the soul is relaxed and the body is ironed. Some of the depressed soul power was also washed away as if to be dispersed.
Not enough, a little more, and a little more soul power that can be directly absorbed by the soul palace.
After the man's initial consternation, without any extra words, he stood there and bitterly ate it. After a while, he drank a large bowl of porridge.
And when all the porridge was drunk, his face showed ecstasy.
"Enough, enough."
The man was very excited and behaved in a decent manner, but his tone was very excited: "The dark injury after my car accident five years ago was the last point to heal. But the last injury was in the soul palace, and that part of the soul was unable to absorb the soul power, nor could it Eliminate the dark injuries. But, but it's almost enough now! It was so easily absorbed, absorbed! "
When Yang Yang ate the porridge, he released his soul power and looked at the soul power of the man. He also noticed that his soul power was very disordered. He didn't know what it was, but now he was happy for the man.
Yang Yang said sincerely, "Congratulations."
The man smiled and said, "Thank you, thank you for that. Please give me three more bowls-is the price different because of different grades?"
Yang Yang: "The grades are only slightly different, more for the sake of material handling. Because tourists are mostly ordinary people, the grade is too high, which may be counterproductive.-In addition, each person is limited to three bowls."
The man froze, "Do you mean, you can make higher grades?"
Yang Yang: "Yes."
The man was immediately excited: "Are you interested in being a chef? I promise to pay you ten times more than you are now!"
Yang Yang: "..."
Yang Yang smiled: "Sorry, I'm the steward of the Dotton family, and I have no intention of working as a chef."
The man stunned, and then reacted, suddenly embarrassed; "Ah, sorry, I mean, please give me five bowls of fish congee, and that's my girlfriend. She also has three bowls of share."
Yang Yang followed the man's hand, and a young girl sitting at the table immediately blushed, then nodded at Yang Yang.
Yang Yang laughed, "Yes.-But are you sure you can finish eating?"
Man: "We are all bi-modal Leicestersters, and we still have some meals."
Then, the man left with five bowls of porridge.
With the performance of the man, other tourists suddenly looked at each other-is this true or trust?
But there is always money and curiosity. So the second and third customers came out quickly.
As long as those who bought porridge, Jiucheng will go back and buy their share. The remaining 10% are also ordinary people in a single form. They only feel a slight difference in soul power, and their meals are limited.
Although there are five pots of porridge and thirty pounds per pot, only two points are left after two hours.
And there were a lot of guests coming in from the news and waiting in line.
Yang Yang estimated the amount of porridge, and then hung out the last bowl.
But at this time, Yang Yang received a call from Archibald. Yang Yang also remembered this. He said that he would have lunch with Archibald at noon-and depending on the situation, he had to prepare Monta's share.
Yang Yang: "..."
Yang Yang quietly changed the "10" of the "last 10 bowls" on the hanging electronic screen to "0".
The customer who just lined up: "???
Yang Yang's face flushed without heartbeat: "Sorry, I wrote it wrong. But if you are convenient, I will come back tomorrow, and I will leave you 3 bowls."
Talking about Yang Yang raising his voice to the remaining customers, said: "Starting tomorrow, each person is limited to 1 bowl."
Although the customer was very sorry, he had no doubts and left the terminal number for the recruit and then left.
As soon as the customer left, Yang Yang immediately filled the rest of the porridge, set it aside, and let Monta go upstairs.
Other guests who have not yet left: "........."
What does this do? ?
Soon the guests would understand. Because Archibald came.
When Archibald came in, the whole shop was silent.
Yang Yang is cooking—not just porridge. When she noticed the strangeness in the shop, Yang Yang looked up and saw Archibald.
Yang Yang smiled immediately: "Master No. 2 will be upstairs, and the dishes will be ready right away. Major Monta has already gone up."
Archibald nodded indifferently. "Hm."
As soon as Archibald's figure disappeared at the entrance of the staircase, the silent shop immediately boiled.
"Oh, live Duke!"
"Oh my God, I'm so close to the Duke!"
"Well, the duke is so handsome !!!"
"So the porridge was reserved for the Duke? I had a pot of porridge with the Duke !!!"
"I'll make this bowl of porridge, oh ..."
To these discussions, Yang Yang smiled right, and then went upstairs with vegetables.
Upstairs, Archibald sat and looked at Monta, and Monta stood innocent.
Yang Yang put the dishes on the table, unbuttoned the apron, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Monta spread his hand: "Isn't this captured by tourists when you came here in the morning. Then when we went shopping before, Bandra took your picture, remember? Now a netizen finds you and the mysterious man are the same person. "
Yang Yang sat down, very calm, and said, "What then?"
Monta: "Then you and Bird's 'ram' cp got angry, isn't this one upset again?"
Archibald: "If it weren't for your contribution, it wouldn't be so much."
Monta: "I'm telling the truth. Didn't you let me go first, you sent Yang Yang yourself?"
Archibald narrowed his eyes, his expression gradually becoming kind.
Yang Yang moved in his heart, and put the porridge in front of Archibald, if he inadvertently asked, "So I don't like to be related to me?"
Archibald frowned. "You know I didn't mean that."
Yang Yang smiled, "Doesn't you like to have a relationship with me?"
Archibald did not hesitate to think: "Neither of us is possible."
Yang Yang froze unexpectedly, her heart suddenly hurt, and her expression froze for two seconds before asking, "Why?"
The tone was already low.
Archibald looked at Yang Yang strangely, "Don't you like women?"
Yang Yang: "... Ah?"
Archibald: "When you first met, you said it yourself, did you think I forgot?"
Archibald's expression of "don't try to make fun of me with this crop" is proud.
Yang Yang: "……………………"