The opening sign to a mother-in-law of the richest man

Just at this time.

A black BMW stopped at the entrance of the stadium. Jiang Youwei, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, took off his glasses and asked curiously: "What's the situation over there and why is it so lively?"

"I'll go down and take a look."

As soon as the driver got out of the car, he heard people in the past discussing egg fried rice.

"There are people buying fifty-one bowls of egg fried rice, which is really irrational."

"It looks really delicious. If I didn't have any money, I would also buy a bowl and try it."

"The best egg fried rice in the world, this awesome is really daring to say it."

The driver probably understood it, and walked up to Jiang Youwei and said, "Mr. Jiang, there seems to be the best egg fried rice in the world."

"The best egg fried rice in the world?"

Jiang Youwei frowned, got out of the car, and said with interest: "Go, go and take a look."

When he walked to the breakfast stall, he looked at Su Xinyan with a smile, and asked, "Beauty, I heard that you sell the best egg fried rice in the world?"

"Not bad." Su Xinyan nodded.

"Then you can bring me a bowl."

Just as Jiang Youwei was about to buy it, someone at the side reminded him in a low voice: "This girl is so cruel that she sells fried rice with eggs. The first bowl will sell for 50, and the second bowl will sell for 500."

"Then I buy it now, how much should it cost?" Jiang Youwei was the first time he heard that someone did this business.

"Five hundred thousand!"

Five hundred thousand a bowl of egg fried rice?

Jiang Youwei obviously didn't believe it. He looked at Su Xinyan, "Beauty, how much do you sell for a bowl of fried rice?"

Su Xinyan picked up the last bowl of egg fried rice in her hand and said with a smile: "This is the last bowl of egg fried rice today. If you really want to buy..."

Everyone raised their ears, wondering what the amazing price would come out of Su Xinyan's mouth this time.

Who knows, the next second, she changed her conversation: "Then I won't sell it."

A look of surprise flashed across Jiang Youwei's face.

He couldn’t help showing his identity: “Beauty, it’s true that I’m the judge of this "God of Cooking Contest". I am very interested in your bowl of the best egg fried rice in the world. You sell it to I, the price is easy to say."

At that time, you can find the program group for reimbursement.

Su Xinyan was unmoved.

"Not selling is not selling."

The driver couldn't help but say: "This is Mr. Jiang Youwei, a well-known cooking master. He is interested in your egg fried rice. It is your honor."

Standing in the crowd of onlookers, Chen Feng raised a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth.

He pinched his nose and said loudly: "If you say that you don't sell it, you don't sell it. Even if you exchange the place for the finals of the God of Cooking Competition, you will not sell it!"

Jiang Youwei turned his head and looked around, but did not find the person who said this.

He thought for a while, and felt that it was reasonable: "Beauty, you sell me a fried rice with eggs. If it is really delicious, I will directly let you participate in the finals of the God of Cooking Competition, how about?"

Su Xinyan's eyes hurriedly met with Chen Feng.

She blinked and couldn't help but admire Chen Feng's skill in her heart.

"Ahem!"

With a cough, she solemnly refused: "I'm sorry, I have no interest in what you said about the competition. I will not sell you my egg fried rice."

Su Xinyan was determined not to sell, and Jiang Youwei had nothing to do.

The driver reminded in a low voice: "Mr. Jiang, the race is about to start, let's go in quickly."

Jiang Youwei reluctantly glanced at Su Xinyan's egg fried rice, nodded and left.

Just two steps, I heard Su Xinyan's voice behind her.

"Come on, the last bowl of egg fried rice, a random gift!"

Jiang Youwei paused.

Excessive!

He hadn't sold it a second before, and he would randomly pick someone to give away as soon as he left. This was clearly aimed at him, right?

"I want egg fried rice!"

"Give me, I only have one last breath!"

"Egg fried rice for you, the lady boss for me!"

The crowds onlookers rushed madly and almost overthrew the stall earlier.

Su Xinyan pretended to choose carefully for a few seconds, and finally fell on Chen Feng.

"I'll give this bowl of egg fried rice to him!"

brush--

A bunch of envious, jealous and hateful eyes glared at Chen Feng.

If the expression in the eyes can kill people, Chen Feng is estimated to have been cut a thousand times.

"Thank you."

Chen Feng stepped forward, took the egg fried rice from Su Xinyan's hand, gobbled it up, and quickly solved half a bowl of egg fried rice.

"It's delicious, this is the best egg fried rice I have ever eaten in my life!"

Someone couldn't help but sighed: "Young man, how old are you and you will talk about it for the rest of your life?"

With tears in his eyes, Chen Feng said excitedly: "I haven't eaten such delicious egg fried rice before, and I will never eat better egg fried rice in the future!"

Everyone questioned: "Since it's so delicious, why do you have half a bowl left?"

Chen Feng raised his hand, wiped his dry eyes, and put down his chopsticks: "It's just because it's so delicious, so I can't bear to eat the remaining half of the bowl."

Jiang Youwei not far away swallowed his saliva.

"Cut, it's boring, I can't eat it anyway!"

"I'm late for work!"

"Tomorrow I must come early and try to eat the first bowl of egg fried rice!"

"It's gone, it's gone, it's all set by default!"

The crowd gradually dispersed.

Su Xinyan stretched her arms, put her hand on Chen Feng's shoulder, and deliberately said loudly, "Chen Feng, this is obviously egg fried rice made by you, why don't you admit it in front of those people?"

Chen Feng replied in a low-key manner: "I never cook to make others praise me. As long as someone is satisfied with the dishes I cook, I am already content."

"Have you never thought about participating in the God of Cooking Contest?"

Su Xinyan deliberately glanced in Jiang Youwei's direction: "The competition seems to be available on TV. It is not a problem to be famous with your cooking skills. Are you willing to guard such a small early shop for the rest of your life? ?"

"So what if you are willing, what if you are unwilling."

Chen Feng shook his head and left the shop early without reluctance.

"Hey, but to be honest, the dishes you cook are invincible and delicious. I feel a little sorry for the judges now, they don't eat your dishes." Su Xinyan caught up with Chen Feng.

Seeing the two leaving behind, Jiang Youwei's body trembled.

He ran to the breakfast shop, picked up the half bowl of egg fried rice that Chen Feng had eaten, sniffed it, and took his chopsticks to eat.

"Mr. Jiang..." The driver couldn't stand it anymore.

A well-known cooking master in the country and a senior judge of food shows, he actually ate leftover egg fried rice in front of a three-no breakfast shop!

"It's delicious, it's so delicious!"

After eating the egg fried rice, Jiang Youwei licked his lips intently: "This is indeed the best egg fried rice in the world!"

He put down his chopsticks and just wanted to chase Chen Feng, only to find that he was already driving away in Bugatti.

"Driving Bugatti, but selling egg fried rice, this person is really extraordinary. I must ask him to participate in the God of Cooking Contest!"

Jiang Youwei made up his mind and picked up the takeaway order on the ground, which had just fallen out of Chen Feng's pocket.

"Shengji food stall." He blinked thoughtfully while looking at the name of the restaurant on the takeaway order.