Gourmet of Another World

He looked at the two of them in suspicion. He had already seen the big picture, but why did this roll come to his shop with a box?

The pedestrian fox looked at the two of them suspiciously and then pulled the corner of his mouth and said: “No time. ”

Third Lady Luo's face suddenly frowned and her bright eyebrows twisted together, "What are you talking about? ”

“It's business time… naturally not available, if you are here to eat, I welcome, if you need me, please wait for business time to end.” The gaze of Lao San's dissatisfaction was directly ignored by the gait, and she turned towards the kitchen.

“Hey... you bastard!” Lao San is anxious, she naturally knows the rules of walking, but the way she walks makes her uncomfortable. Who among the Emperors dares to talk to her like this?!

“Third Sister, we're not in a hurry, Mr. Bao is right, it's business time, we can't interrupt other people's business hours.” Curly grabbed Lao San Xiang, who seemed to be about to burst away, hurried and said, with a red spot on her face, she was in a bit of a panic.

Third Sister Luo finally snorted in Curly's pleading eyes. In fact, she was not angry, she just didn't look at the formula.

“I'm listening to the roll, so let's eat some food in this bastard's shop. Although he has a bad temper and stinks, the dishes are really delicious to cook!” Sanma Lo said, so she looked in the shop and wanted to find a place.

“Come and sit down.” Xiao Yanyu stretched out his long white arm, waved at the two men and said softly.

“Oops, smoke and rain girl, you're here too.” Third Sister Luo saw Xiao Xiaoyu's brother, his eyes lit up and he pulled the curl and walked over. He sat next to Xiao Xiaoyu with his ass. “Yo, Xiaolong Xiao is here, what a coincidence. ”

Xiao Xiaolong almost didn't get a breath of blood when he heard the words of Sister Luo. Every time she saw him, she called him a bitch, which was... so angry with him!

Coincidence... Coincidence is your sister! Xiao Xiaolong snorted, dumped his head and ignored Lao San.

“Xiaoyi Cuisine.” The sound of walking is coming from the kitchen, and the rich vegetable fragrance is haunting the whole scene, leaving everyone slightly intoxicated.

Once Yi listens, she jumps to the window and leaves the hot dishes on top.

Once again, the shops are caught up in fanaticism about food, and everyone is delicious to eat.

When many people had finished eating their dishes and paid off their bills, the shop finally started to cool down.

“Mr. Bo, should we be free by now?” Third Lady Luo touched her slightly raised stomach and looked at the gait. She asked without anger.

He rubbed off the water stain in his hand on foot, pulled a stool and sat down. He nodded as he looked at Sanma Luo and others.

“Come on, I can't guarantee anything, anything ordinary.” The gait was faint, he said.

Third Lady Luo's bright eyebrows were another challenge, but she was too lazy to be angry with the pedestrian formula, and pulled directly over Curly: “It's Curly who wants to see you. ”

She glanced at the shy, blushing woman in front of her, some did not understand what she was looking for him.

Seeing that the roll seemed to take a lot of courage and put the food box in front of the pedestrian, he said solemnly: “Mr. Bao... I... I went back yesterday to try to make Mr. Bao's... egg tart, so today I want to give Mr. Bao a taste. ”

This woman went back yesterday to make tarts?

The gait was stunned. I looked at this woman with amazement. She seemed a little unbelievable. The steps of making egg tarts were quite cumbersome. Did this woman just eat once and then make it?

There was a sudden surge of curiosity in the pedestrian mind, and he wanted to see what kind of tart the woman could make.

“You made tarts? Well... show me.” The pedestrian said.

Vole thought the pedestrian formula would refuse. I didn't expect the pedestrian formula to say yes. At once, his eyes lit up, his hands and feet opened the food box, and he carefully removed a porcelain dish from the food box, placing an egg tart on the plate...

With no expression on his face, he looked at the tart placed in front of him. The corner of his mouth pulled away. There was a feeling that he wanted to laugh and couldn't laugh.

The tart in front of me, although it looks a bit like an egg tart, but the color, the smell... walking far apart can smell that strange smell.

“Are you burned?” Squeezing the curly tart, he looked at the scorched black spot on it and asked with a frown.

“I... I've always had a bad grip on fires, and this is the one that works best.” Curly was ashamed of her face and said with some embarrassment.

The nodding of the gait is not too strange. After all, the Empire of the Fresh Wind does not have an oven. It is very strange to be able to bake. This roll can make tarts with this effect, which is quite good.

So the pedestrian formula didn't say anything, and just looked for a good spot to bite it down.

The egg tart this roll is cooking is obviously not soft enough, some hard, some old and uncomfortable to bite.

The pedestrian formula is always frowned upon when it comes to taste, and his face is incredibly serious.

The people who have been watching the pedestrians in the small store are a little overwhelmed, and the pedestrians are very energetic when evaluating the food.

Xiao Yanyu and Xiaolong have both seen the poisonous tongue of the pedestrian formula, and they can imagine what's going to happen next... definitely the well blown gutter of the pedestrian formula.

Swallow the tart in his mouth, the gait frown loosened, glanced at the shy woman standing beside him, her hands hung together, and walked for a moment without knowing how to open it.

Honestly... this tart is kind of a dark dish, and the flavor is really daring to compliment, but it's a lot better than a real dark dish, because, at least, it can be eaten.

But strictly speaking, this tart can be described as useless and garbage.

However, this is the first time this woman has made egg tart, she just tasted it yesterday, the next day she came to him with egg tart, let him rate it, just this courage and perseverance gave way to a slight facial stiffness.

“Mr. Bao, are you talking? Tell me if it tastes good.” Third Sister Luo was an acute woman, seeing the way she walked, she couldn't help but ask.

Curls is also a gazing recipe, and she really likes to make egg tarts.

The pedestrian muttered half-way, and the long finger gently tapped on the table. Later, he looked up at the roll and asked: "Why did you go back and make the tart? ”

After a while, Curly answered with some impatience: "Because I like egg tarts! ”

That anxious red ear appearance, let the square mind slightly shock, the woman's expression is not fake, the true heart is attracted to the egg tart, totally love this food.

Sometimes food is so magical, it's hard to digest, maybe it's just the first time you taste it, but it's fascinating.

Like a roll attracted to an egg tart.

The pedestrian exhaled gently, placing a bite of tart on the porcelain plate.

He looked up at the roll.

“My assessment of your tart is simple. ”

Third Sister Luo and others suddenly curious to extend their ears, very curious.

The gaze of the pedestrian gazed at the crowd and said: "It's not good. ”