Just as 'Victory' pushed away Xiao Dong, who was invited by Zhang Jin to have breakfast, immersed himself in his heart, felt envious of Zhang Jin and Ye Hong, a charming beauty as his wife, and expressed pity for Xiao Fei and Wei Feng, who were "trapped" by Zhang Jin, secretly rejoicing in his escape, and secretly rejoicing in his clever reaction......

Just when Xiao Dong was still digging out his mind to ponder gorgeous words to praise himself, his complacent YY was interrupted by the noisy inquiries of the guests who suddenly surrounded him.

When Xiao Dong heard these people's questions clearly, what is in the tank? How much is it worth?

When Xiao Dong heard that these people didn't even care about the price, he wanted to taste this vat of white soup.

When Xiao Dong heard these people's comments on this pot of soup, it turned out to be 'fragrant' and 'fresh'......

As a result, Xiao Dong, who still had lingering palpitations about the nightmarish 'smell' of this pot of soup, was completely stunned.

The mind, which has always been conceited and flexible, seems to be suddenly rusty and teasing, and suddenly insufficient.

The huge contrast with the imagination made Xiao Dong even feel like he was in a dream, as if he was caught by the knife master yesterday and acted as a 'death squad', until now, it has always been in a dream.

Last night's murderous smell was a dream! Now everyone's mouth shouts 'fragrant' and shouting 'fresh', which is also a dream! It's an illusion! It's auditory hallucinations!

Xiao Dong looked at the stall that suddenly became crowded in a daze, and then turned his head a little unresponsively to look at Zhang Jin, who was sitting at the table behind the stall.

Now. Xiao Dong was sure that he was really dreaming.

Because, he actually saw eight people, including those who were strong. All of them have the same expressions, and they are all intoxicated with enjoyment, as if drunkards are tasting a thousand-year-old wine. Squinting his eyes, he took a small sip of the soup in the paper bowl that he regarded as a poison!

Xiao Dong confirmed that he saw it clearly. These people have to be not perfunctory, they are not cheating. The milky white soup was indeed poured into the mouths of these people, and no one spilled the soup in the bowl while they were unprepared, and even cautiously, as if they were afraid that even a little bit of it would leak out!

'It's a dream! Xiao Dong muttered in his heart.

If it weren't for a dream, how could anyone be able to swallow that kind of terrifying thing that is as powerful as concentrated sulfuric acid?

If it weren't for a dream, Zhang Jin, the 'poison' concoctor. How is it possible to 'commit suicide by poisoning' at your own peril?

Just when Xiao Dong, who had already determined that he was in a dream, wanted to close his eyes and have a dreamless sleep. Zhang Jin's sudden voice disappointed his wish.

"Xiao Dong, what are you in a daze! Didn't Mr. Tao ask you to help? Don't you see I'm busy? Go and help me make soup for them and collect money! ”

Even if Zhang Jin's temper is good, in the face of a guy like Xiao Dong who seems to be mentally abnormal and seems to be nervous, he can't help but be angry in his heart. So, the tone rushed unconsciously.

watched Xiao Dong after he yelled at himself. Still like a hemiplegic patient. Like a marionette, he walked with zombie steps and moved step by step to the vat where the soup was cooking. The expression on his face was even more nervous like an EOD sapper walking in a minefield, which made Zhang Jin angry.

Even Zhang Jin's heart began to doubt that the originally kind-hearted old man Tao. Is it ill-intentioned:

"Old Man Tao sent him over, did he come to help, or did he block me? Shouldn't it be last night, let this old man help me watch the pot, and suffered from the smell of the bad smell, so today let this guy surnamed Dong take revenge on us and give us eye medicine, right? ”

Fortunately, this distraught Xiao Dong still has a bit of discipline and knows that 'with the salary of the imperial dining room, you have to listen to the boss's command'. Since Chairman Tao asked him to help Zhang Jinsheng Tang collect money, if Xiao Dong doesn't want to lose this job with a good salary, treatment, money, and future, then he can only be honest and obedient. …,

So, after Xiao Dong walked to the side of the cylinder, he stepped on the shelf with heavy steps, first looked at the crowds of customers in front of him, and then stared at the cylinder head that was still isolating the 'horror' at this time, and finally gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, holding the martyr mentality of 'people are dead and immortal for thousands of years', and lifted the cylinder head.

That look, that action, is as heroic as Dong Cunrui who pulled down the fuse, quite glorious and tall.

When the cylinder head in Xiao Dong's hand was lifted, he didn't wait to put it on the shelf at hand; When Xiao Dong was still practicing Qi-Closing Gong, trying to delay the time for the soup qi to enter his nose, hoping to delay his 'time of death', he was once again confused by the performance of the diners gathered around the tank.

Because as the white steam in the tank rose and slowly dispersed, all the onlookers who were swept by the white mist invariably took a deep breath and looked intoxicated. Just like the stall owners and friends behind the stall, who are drinking soup and eating steamed buns around the small table.

Seeing these people who smelled the smell, no one covered their noses and ran away, and no one leaned over to vomit, and still didn't know whether he was in a dream or outside Xiao Dong, and finally had a little normal thinking at this time:

"Could it be that this soup really smells different from last night?"

Thinking of this, Xiao Dong finally 'bravely', cautiously, let go of his nose slightly, and carefully inhaled lightly.

"Shhhh

In the next second, Xiao Dong's original tentative light inhalation suddenly turned into a deep breath that expanded his lung capacity to the maximum!

There was not a trace of mutton, not even a hint of mutton, or the soup could not smell any of the ingredients that Xiao Dong knew at all.

As a trained apprentice in a big hotel, Xiao Dong can be sure that those who say that this soup is 'fragrant' are all wrong. Because the only smell of this pot of soup is - fresh!

There are no impurities, no biased freshness!

It is not the fresh fragrance of wild game with the smell of the mountains, nor the fresh fragrance with the fresh breath of the sea, it is just fresh, the purest and purest fresh, only fresh without fragrance, and there is no other smell except 'fresh'.

Looking at the few people closest to the soup tank, including the little brother who was making soup for the guests on the stall, Mu was there, and the guests who could only occasionally smell a faint and distant fragrance in the back of the queue were gone, and suddenly made a noise:

"What? Do? Do you eat or smell this thing, and do you sell it or not? In this case, we can complain to you! ”

After some noise, he finally woke up Xiao Dong, who was holding a long-handled soup spoon in his hand and carrying the lid of the cylinder in one hand. After being woken up, Xiao Dong, who didn't have a clear mind, finally showed his value - while continuing to take a deep breath greedily, he quickly entered the working state.

The paper bowls were filled with a long-handled soup spoon by Xiao Dong, and the paper bowls containing the soup were quickly handed to the eaters who had been 'looking forward to it'.

Soon, Zhang Jin's stall was full of the sound of 'Zi'er-ha-' drinking soup. And as more and more people drink the soup, the pure umami spreads farther and farther, and the guests who gather around the soup are getting denser and denser.

Soon, in less than half an hour, the most deserted stall on the long street has become the most crowded place on the entire long street.

With Zhang Jin's soup stall as the center, the entire territory within a radius of 100 square meters is filled with the sound of drinking soup, which is a somewhat neat sound, and even suppresses all the noise, frolic, and laughter in this area......

In front of Xiao Dong, there was a long queue with twists and turns.

Anyone who smells the soup doesn't want to take a bite of it. Everyone who drank the soup, no one thought that such a white soup with no meat or vegetables, ten yuan was too expensive! ..., what is real fresh?

What swallow abalone winged ginseng, what delicacies from the mountains and seas, all have to stand back!

The real freshness is the white gas emitted by the vaat full of white soup in this vat; The real freshness is the three taels of white soup that are about to be poured into the stomach in this paper bowl;

This is the common opinion of all those who smell the umami of this pot of soup and all those who taste the soup in the paper bowl.

Among them, including Zhang Jin himself, including Zhang Jin's woman Ye Hong, including the six foodies who came from the Shenzhen market thousands of miles away, and all the people who are still crowded in front of the stall to drink soup, including those who have already finished drinking soup and queued up again after arriving in the queue!

If Beigong Shuoyue, Beigong Heyue, Liu Xianxian, and the eldest brother Zagda who had hunted with them were present, they would also be able to distinguish the same taste as Ye Hong, although the taste of this soup did not have the ethereal breath of the mountains and fields of the original 'white boiled flying dragon soup'. However, only one pure freshness is already comparable to the 'Flying Dragon Soup', which is known as the world's most delicious food!

Regardless of the huge changes in front of the stall, from the lack of customers to the current congestion of diners, and the gluttonous people who are still greedy to queue up again after drinking a bowl. Even these people who were personally entertained by Zhang Jin, after a bowl of soup and a piece of white cake went down, they all asked for dissatisfaction one by one, and Zhang Jin served another bowl.

Originally, another bowl was nothing to Zhang Jin, the stall owner. He won't be reluctant, and he won't have to wait in line. But he was afraid that this would affect his Jihua, so he tried his best to stop it:

"I mean, brothers, sisters? Not like that. Before you came, I had already made a plan, and today there are at least forty or fifty things that we have to taste, and the task is quite arduous.

Originally, I said haode, eat some here first, just because I didn't eat breakfast, it's not good to eat on an empty stomach, so let's get a foundation here. And then we're running out to eat everywhere!

If you're like you, you're going to try the rest of the thousands of snacks and hundreds of dishes? Can you still fit your belly?

If that's the case, why are you all so far here? Honestly, just wait for me to go back and get it in Shenzhen, aren't you poor tossed? (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )