Gourmet of Another World

“What, you say the boss walks away from the emperor? ”

Ni Yang looked at Ouyang Xiaoyi in front of him and asked strangely. Ouyang Xiaoyi nodded for sure.

However, she also sees no surprise. Mr. Bao has been running outside for three days. He is already rarely in the store. However, Mr. Bao will have new dishes every time he comes back. He should be running to find inspiration.

Ni Yan sighed, his face was a little lost. He wanted to meet Mr. Bao and try the dishes he cooked himself.

In the end, this son of a bitch doesn't know where he went...

Forget it, in that case, we'll have to see each other later.

Ni Yan was also handsome. After figuring it out, a smile appeared on her beautiful face.

After saying goodbye to Ouyang Xiaoyi and Xiaolong, she turned away from the shop and quickly disappeared into the bustling streets of Emperor.

It was also time for her to leave Nanjiang.

……

Fifty yuanjing inns a night are really comfortable to stay in. After all, every penny, whether it's the amenities inside or the quiet environment, gives way to a good accommodation experience.

The next day, he checked out early, not the woman he met yesterday.

I also wanted to ask about the information about the Yunlan Restaurant.

After checking out, walking out of the magnificent inn, walking along the streets of Tianlancheng according to the information given by the women yesterday.

Tianlancheng is really big, the houses on both sides are scaly, the streets are strange, and a road runs around, giving the gait a sense of walking into the maze.

There are many different carriages pulled by spiritual beasts in the streets, and they are racing very fast.

The advances and prosperity of Tianlancheng are really more than one grade higher than the Qingfeng Emperor.

Dan drugstores are full on both sides of the street, and all the people selling them are alchemists.

Don't look at Alchemist as a wealthy industry. In fact, few alchemists can really make money, because Alchemists have a failure rate, and if they fail, the materials and energy and money they bet on are burned.

It's equally risky.

And it's also a very difficult thing to sell well-trained Dan medicine in Tianlancheng.

So in Tianlancheng, the competition for Dan Pharmacy is very intense.

The recipe just walked in front of these Dan drugstores and was almost pulled into the store by a group of enthusiastic guys.

But with a face on the pedestrian board, a feeling that no man could enter, he relentlessly rejected them.

Pedestrians believe in their cooking skills more than dandruff.

“Yunlan Restaurant… seems to be the way to go.” The gait looked again at the address and frowned.

Walking forward, on his shoulders, the golden-skinned shrimp lay awake.

Gradually, the hustle and bustle around them disappeared.

The scaly towers on both sides are also unknown when they disappear, turning into low houses.

These houses are a little shattered and very old, some years old, and compared to the previous tall buildings, they are two extremes.

But when the gait saw the houses, there was a slight excitement on his face.

Looks like the restaurant's about to arrive.

If not, take a few more steps and you can easily see a restaurant in the distance.

Yunlan restaurant.

A plaque hangs in front of the restaurant door.

It's just not what the gait imagines, the last restaurant in Tianlancheng, it's really cold and scary, and none of the guests are there.

As the only restaurant in town with so few competitors, how is it possible not to have a single guest?

The footsteps are a little confusing.

He stepped into the restaurant.

The restaurant is fairly hygienic and doesn't smell like the old house, although there are few guests, every table is clean and spotless.

There are several spiritual trees in the store that stretch out branches and exude spiritual energy to add freshness to the air in the restaurant.

On the counter of the restaurant, lie down in a magnificent shape.

The footsteps into the shop were mild, but the figure was still trembling, his ears moving and his head raised violently.

“Welcome to Yunlan Restaurant. Can I help you? ”

A less sharp female voice remembered that the crusty figure had emerged from the counter and appeared in front of the gait.

The gait gauged the person in front of him and frowned.

I don't suppose he went wrong? Yesterday, the woman said that it was her best friend who opened the store. She should also be a woman...

What's with the rough guy in front of you?

The rough man looked at the pedestrian formula and seemed to stand still. He was also stunned, reminding him of the pedestrian formula.

The gaze of this big man was creepy on foot.

Because there was a female voice coming out of this big mouth.

Turns out this guy's a woman!

Never thought... the one who opened this store was really a woman, so it seems he should be on the right track.

After experiencing the initial shock, the pacing was easy to calm down, after finding a seat to sit down, a glimpse of the woman.

“Put all the best dishes in your place on the last plate.” The pedestrian said.

The pedestrian formula never underestimated any of the small shops, because maybe one of the small shops will serve a delicious one that will shock you.

The older the shops, the more treasure they have in their town stores, it's a lifelong craft.

The woman listened to the gait, and suddenly she was excited, her eyes squinting, her huge body waving towards the kitchen with excitement.

Watching the woman swing her hands, a small run behind her back, the corner of the gait was another pounding.

You can imagine a big man running around like a little girl.

Absolutely hot eyes.

The reason why Peugeot thinks this restaurant doesn't have guests is probably because this woman exists...

Psst!!

In the kitchen, the sound of stir-frying was soon echoed, as was the metal collision between the iron pot and the shovel.

Quite a rhythm, though.

It's just that the boring pedestrian formula can't help but frown, because there's not a single fragrance floating out of the kitchen, which is kind of weird.

Typically, this kind of fried dish will give off a little fragrance, with a pedestrian sense of smell, which can definitely be smelled at the outset.

There was a sudden feeling of restlessness in the mind of the gait.

Shortly afterwards, the bustling woman walked out with a hot plate of dishes in her face.

“Is this egg fried rice? ”

The rare gait widened his eyes and looked at the bowl in front of him... egg fried rice.

This woman can't even smell the fried egg rice. She's also capable of it.

Watching a whole bowl of eggs in this bowl with no scattered egg fried rice, the gait felt a little silent.

The rice grains are all fired. Some of them are coke black...

This girl is catching up with Ouyang Xiaoyi's craftsmanship.

“Sir, you have tried it and haven't cooked in a long time, the craft may be a little rusty.” Kui Wu was a little embarrassed and twisted her bucket waist.

The gait took a deep breath and still didn't smell anything.

Sautéed egg rice without any fragrance is also a craft.

The face of the gait got serious and picked up a porcelain spoon leaning against the bowl and scooped a spoon... egg fried rice.

“Yo... is this the sun coming out west? How dare you have someone to eat at your fucking restaurant? ”

Just as the pedestrian intended to shove the egg fried rice into the entrance, a surprise mockery suddenly appeared outside the door.

When she heard the voice, her face suddenly changed and her face filled with sorrow.

We saw two gentle steps outside the Yunlan Restaurant.

These are two young men wrapped in black robes, a young man with a despicable face, a glance at the small shop and a cold grunt.

“Nangong Ming, what are you doing! I'm open here! You have to make a scene... come back later! ”

When the women moved, they were blocked in front of the two youths, coldly speaking.

After speaking, the woman turned her head over and looked gently at the gait.

“Don't worry, sir, eat slowly, I promise that no one will disturb your meal. ”

How could she be stirred up when she had a guest in this small shop?

Succeeding from her father's restaurant, her purpose was not to make money, but to remember the splendour of many restaurants in Tianlancheng.

“Just you? Yang Meiji, who do you think you can stop? It really didn't occur to me that there are people in Tianlancheng who choose to come to the restaurant to eat. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk ”

Nangong Ming walked slowly. Yang Meijiton stared furiously and took a step to stop him.

However, a gentle step was taken by a man beside Ming in the Nangong Palace. One hand was pressed against Yang Meiji's shoulder, making the latter completely immobile.

“The Supreme One?” Yang Meiji was shocked and looked at the man.

Nangong Ming, bypassing Yang Meiji, sat across from the pedestrian, watching the pedestrian formula with interest.

“You're not from Tianlancheng, are you? Otherwise, you won't be eating in this restaurant.” Nangong smiled and said, "The book has said that anyone who eats in this restaurant... can't live with the book. ”

With a serious look at the egg fried rice in the porcelain spoon, he took a deep breath and concentrated in his heart.

As for Ming Nangong, he didn't listen at all.

Even if it listens, the pedestrian formula is lazy to respond. When you can eat, the pedestrian formula definitely does not * * * * * raise the porcelain spoon and fill the mouth with that spoon of hot fried egg rice.

Hmm?!

The gait mind trembled.

It felt as if an electric light was passing through his mind.

“Boy... are you deaf? Didn't you hear the boy talking to you?” Nangong watched as he ignored his gait and his eyes flashed with discomfort.

The slap was on the table.

Boom.

Shivering Yang Meiji's huge body.

Pfft!!!

His gaze widened, and the moment Nangong clapped his hands on the table, he finally... couldn't hold it.

A slice of mouth sprayed with rice grains and eggs.

Totally sprayed on Nangong Ming's face.

The latter was all stiff and gazed at the gait, with scorched yellow rice grains on his face.

He patted himself in the face, took a long breath, grinned, and his face was full of heart palpitations.

“This egg fried rice... it's killing me! ”