C613 Oh, I'sm hungry again!

Liu Xijun laughed while holding back her laughter. She then said: "Dong Cheng, let's go for a walk on the streets. There's a movie that's very good to watch, why don't you accompany me to take a look?"

"No, I'll stay with Mom and Dad." Zhang Dongcheng sat beside his mother and ignored her.

His mother's eyes were as bright as knives!

My stupid son, such a beautiful girl took the initiative to ask him out.

Dad sat aside, coughing from the smoke.

Liu Xijun sat there gloomily, yet stubbornly refused to leave. Although she had nothing to say, Zhang Dongcheng liked to ignore him.

"Look at your son's silly look, he's just like you. I don't think I'll have a chance to carry a grandson next year!" His mother whispered to her father helplessly.

"AHH!" Dad was speechless and just coughed loudly.

Just ten minutes later, seven or eight luxury cars suddenly arrived and stopped by the side of the road, causing the entrance of the store to be completely filled.

Maserati, Audi R8, BMW I8, S600, and, even more extravagantly, a Maybach 62 with 88888 license plate!

No one was lower than a million!

A bunch of million-dollar luxury cars were parked in front of a small restaurant in the alleyway. This scene caused the pedestrians on the street to turn their heads over. Many of them even took out their phones and kept taking calls.

A dozen men and women, all dressed in famous brands, looked at the signboard of the restaurant and spoke.

"Little Mei should be talking about this, right?"

"It should be. Look, this signboard is exactly the same."

"What are you waiting for? Go in and take a look!"

A group of people rushed into the store. They held up their phones and shouted happily, "Haha, this is the place!"

When he saw that business had started, his father immediately stood up. "What do you want to eat, bosses?"

"Yangzhou Fried Rice!"

"What Yangzhou Fried Rice, it's broken gold wrapped in green and silver!"

"Right, right, the one with the pieces of gold wrapped in cyan silver for ninety-nine dollars each! Give a portion to each of us! "

A few men and women were quarreling with each other. They didn't seem to be short of money, causing their father to be stunned on the spot.

"Dad, let me do it. You just sit there and collect the money." Zhang Dongcheng stood up and said to everyone: "Wait a moment. You can pay first and get it done right away. "

A well-dressed man opened his wallet and took out a large stack of RMB. He smiled and said, "Money is not a problem, the key point is that my friend in my circle of friends has praised your family's gold and silver pieces so much that there aren't many in the world. I would like to taste what it tastes like."

"Alright." Zhang Dongcheng's words were concise as he walked directly into the kitchen.

"Let me be your assistant!" His father also wanted to follow him in. After all, it was a lot of work to cook for more than a dozen people all by himself.

"No need, I don't like other people watching me cook." Zhang Dongcheng smiled and closed the door.

He didn't even use a pot to cook his own food. If others were to see his cooking skills, he would only scream, "There's a ghost!"

Eh? Dad stood outside scratching his head.

Very quickly, Zhang Dongcheng was done, upon opening the kitchen door, a refreshing fragrance came out, straight into everyone's noses.

"Holy shit, it smells that good?" Some people's eyes lit up!

"Wow, what a beautiful Egg Fried Rice! Each and every one of them is like gold!" Some people could only stare blankly.

"Aiyo, I just had dinner. It smells so good, and when I see the rice, I'm really hungry again!" Some people even stood up due to the rush of water flowing through their mouths.

Everyone was restless and impatient. They picked up their chopsticks and spoons before the items even landed on the table, their eyes only following Zhang Dongcheng's figure to move back and forth.

The crushed gold and green silver were placed on the table. Without a word, everyone began to move!

"Howl!" When the golden rice grains were sent into his mouth, his indifferent expression froze. With a smack of his lips, he looked in disbelief at the broken pieces of gold wrapped in cyan and silver. He only let out a moan as if he was dreaming.

"Hmm?" A beautiful lady elegantly took a small spoonful, and Liu Ye's eyebrows immediately relaxed. Then, she opened her cherry lips and continued to stuff them into her mouth.

"What the f * ck!"

"Huh?"

"Oh my god!"

"I don't know why, but the reason why I'm eating this food is because I want to cry!"

All sorts of exclamations sounded out, and then came the symphony of spoons and plates. Earlier, they had been chatting excitedly without even bothering to say a single word. They just continued to eat, revealing expressions of extreme satisfaction and happiness.

People eat like the sky, eating in China can be said to be the top priority, meeting each other greeting: "Have you eaten!"

The status of food in China can be seen from this.

Chinese cuisine is second in the world, which country dares to say first?

These wealthy young people had eaten all kinds of delicacies, but they had never thought that they would be conquered by a plate of Yangzhou Fried Rice.

Your tongue is entangled with the grains of rice, and you have to inhale a great deal of air to release it, and the chicken is tender, and the shrimp is too fresh to stop, because it is so satisfying.

Think of those green green beans, red carrots, your heart began to fall into disarray, only to find that the ordinary Yangzhou Fried Rice can conquer the picky mouth, how fun!

They ate heartily as if they hadn't eaten in three months. Tears streamed down their faces as they wolfed down their food. It was unknown what they were thinking about that made them feel so touched.

Zhang Dongcheng stood at the side and looked at everyone's expressions, watching them being completely subdued by his Nine Stars Heaven Stage and culinary arts.

This feeling was completely different from the feeling of using force to suppress someone. It was a very novel experience. The feeling of having someone shed tears without even holding the sword for the first time was pretty good.

He felt a sense of accomplishment and pride.

The one who ate the fastest licked the plate clean as if it was his face, then said with a confused face: "Holy shit, I finished eating already? Hey, aren't you losing weight? Give me one. "

"Will you not call again? I want to eat it! How would you have the strength to lose weight if you don't eat your fill? " The girl at the side was protecting the plate like she was protecting her own child as she cried out in annoyance.

"Boss, another plate!" "It's delicious, it's f * cking delicious. I can't find any other words to describe it. Anyway, it's f * cking delicious!" The man smacked his lips and called out.

"One more serving. One hundred and ninety-nine." Zhang Dongcheng said indifferently.

His father was trembling as he listened. How could someone open a shop like this? The price rose on the spot. Wasn't this driving them out?

"Fine, I'll make two more bags. I'll bring them home for dad and mom to eat!" What a joke. How could a millionaire driver care about a few hundred bucks?

"Wechat bag, 399 copies." Zhang Dongcheng said indifferently, as if it was the law of the world.

His mother staggered and almost fell to the ground.