Tasca glanced at Zhou Hao with some envy and muttered, "Should I also take Mr. Ye as my master?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Feng across from him stared at him: "What a beautiful idea!"
Immediately, Tasca was so frightened that she buried her head back in the bowl.
Of course, it was impossible for Leng Feng to let Tasca become Yehong's disciple.
After all, he is Ye Hong's apprentice in name. If his apprentice worships Ye Hong as his master, wouldn't he be the same generation as Tasca
This messy relationship is absolutely unacceptable!
Jiang Yi did not join in the farce, he just ate three large bowls of porridge in a row to make a fortune.
After being discovered by Tasca and Zhou Hao, it was inevitable that there would be another round of fighting.
"Ding! Your cooking skills are welcomed, and your cooking ability +1!"
But while Ye Hong and others were feasting in the store, people passing by outside the store couldn't help but stop.
"Did you smell it?"
"I smell it, it smells so good!"
More and more people are attracted by the aroma of porridge coming from the store.
At first, they were just neighbors, but gradually they became people in Yantang Street. In the end, even foreigners who came to Yantang Street couldn't help but step into the store.
Jiang Yi quickly explained to these people that the drunkard's porridge was not for sale.
But this did not make them retreat, and there were more and more people in the store.
"Your porridge is so delicious, why do you only eat it yourself and don't sell it to us?!"
A dark-skinned woman asked in broken Yanguo.
Her voice immediately resonated.
Those people all stood in the shop, refusing to leave, just wanting to eat the same bowl of drunkard's porridge.
When did so many people come to the deserted Zuiwengju
Jiang Yi was immediately embarrassed.
He could only look at Ye Hong for help.
Ye Hong did not drive these people away, but simply said to them: "If you want to eat porridge, you can, just pay.
One bowl, one hundred dollars. "
The Li Yuan is the common currency of a Li country.
At today's exchange rate, one hundred yuan is roughly equivalent to six hundred yuan in Yanguo currency.
Even with Lijian's high consumption level, one hundred Li Yuan is not something that can be spent casually.
Not to mention, just for a bowl of porridge.
As soon as Ye Hong's words came out, there was a burst of dissatisfaction.
"Are you kidding? A bowl of porridge costs one hundred li?"
"Why don't you go and grab it?!"
But these dissatisfied voices were drowned out by more refutations.
"Boss, don't listen to them. I'll give you one hundred dollars first. Hurry up and give me a bowl of porridge!"
"That's right, I'm willing to pay two hundred li, as long as you give me this magical porridge."
Under the suppression of many foodies, those dissatisfied voices were quickly squeezed out of the store.
But Ye Hong, who was accidentally regarded as the boss, walked into the kitchen with a slight curl of his lips.
He was still thinking about how to help Zui Wengju solve its business difficulties. Isn't this a wonderful opportunity right now
Turn on the fire, add ingredients, and make porridge.
After a torturous wait, everyone in the hall finally watched eagerly as Ye Hong brought out another pot of drunkard's porridge.
It was still a familiar aroma that made the diners scream strangely.
Jiang Yi and others immediately took action and distributed the porridge to those diners who paid.
Soon, there was a voracious meal in the hall.
"This, this is the legendary Yanguo delicacy??"
"God, have I eaten all these years?"
"I'll pay you three hundred li. Can you please give me another bowl?"
"I'll pay you five hundred dollars!"
While they were eating, they were full of praise for the drunken man's porridge.
(End of chapter)