"Is it far?" Song Lang asked Yuan Yuan, his gaze quietly glanced at Bai Zhi, and when she saw her expressionless, she smiled secretly. This girl pretended to be quite calm.
Old Yuan shook his head: "It's not far away, the carriage is ready, and it won't take a moment to arrive."
Song Lang asked Bai Zhi again: "How do you feel?"
Bai Zhi shrugged: "Whatever, as long as it is fried."
The four of them walked forward again, and the seven or eight well-skilled guards quietly followed, and the carriage drove to Chunfang Street and stopped beside the Shengjian shop.
Seven or eight people stood in line outside the shop.
Song Lang smiled and said: "It seems that the taste must not be wrong, there are so many people in line."
Bai Zhi looked up, and sure enough, there were many people lined up outside the shop, but if he looked closely, he found something was wrong.
"It seems that the pan fried in this shop may not be delicious." Bai Zhi shook his head.
Old Yuan was puzzled: "What do you say? You haven't tasted it yet, how do you know it's not good?"
Song Lang also saw the tricky at this time, and smiled: "Bai Zhi is right, the shop that needs to use this method will definitely not taste much better, otherwise, there is no need to do this."
Old Yuan took a closer look, and saw that the people who lined up were just standing outside the shop. Several people came out from the shop. But none of the people who lined up went in, and they were still standing outside.
"It turned out to be a squad." Yuan Lao turned his head and asked Song Lang, "Why don't you change the house?"
Song Lang looked at Bai Zhi, "What do you think?"
Bai Zhi said: "Since it's here, it's okay to go in and taste it." Her purpose is not to eat, but to come out and get a good breath. Where can I eat it
The four of them got out of the carriage, regardless of those in line, and went straight to the shop.
Sure enough, none of the buddies who greeted them and the people in the line stopped aloud.
If they are really queuing, where would they be willing to jump in
The shop looks inconspicuous on the outside, a small street shop, but when you enter inside, you find that the inside of the shop is still quite big, and when you scan it, there are more than a dozen square tables, of which seven or eight are already seated. Full of people.
But these people's emotions about eating are not high.
"Two guest officials, please take a seat. When you see that they are not natives of Jiangbei, you are here right now. We, Liu Ji Shengjian, are the best in Jiangbei City. You will know if you have tasted it."
Although the man's voice is not loud, the room is not open and bright. No matter how small his voice is, it can reach the ears of the guests at the next table.
When the guests at the next table heard this, they threw their chopsticks and left. When they went out to check out, they had a dispute with the shopkeeper. It seemed that they had collected too much money and were suspected of slaughtering them.
Old Yuan's complexion was a little gloomy. He didn't expect that he was deceived by the kid on the dock, and he didn't know how much money the kid had collected for the raw fry shop. He even coaxed outsiders to come here to eat and be slaughtered on the dock.
Bai Zhi doesn't care about these, anyway, she is not the one who pays. If it is not delicious, take one bite, and if it is delicious, take two more bites.
Song Langchao said to the guy: "First, let's have a taste."
The buddy said hello, turned around, and soon brought a pan fried. The plate was not small, at least twice as big as a normal one. There were at least three layers of pan fried on the plate. Thirty or forty. . .
This is one plate
I finally knew why the people in the store were so dark.
This is obviously taking the guests as pig slaughter.
Bai Zhi picked up a raw fried and put it in his mouth and took a bite, as if biting on a steamed bun with no noodles, there was a little bit of raw fried.