Lu Li lined up and walked into a restaurant to observe carefully.

This is the restaurant that Lu Li saw in a long queue while taking the bus.

The restaurant is not big, with only seven or eight tables, and it is not as crowded as other restaurants, and each table is far away.

There are three special places.

1. There is no waiter in this restaurant, only the boss, so every customer needs to clean up the table by himself after eating.

2. The dishes here are extremely expensive, such as an ordinary fried rice with eggs, which costs 1888.

3. Each customer is only allowed to order once, and does not accept takeout packages, so they can only eat here. If you order too much, you will never be able to eat again.

But even with these three points, this restaurant is still crowded every day, as if the food here is filled with poppy % corn shells, which can make people addicted.

Lu Li sat in his seat and heard a middle-aged bald guest next to him suddenly shouting at the menu: "You forgot to mark the decimal point at this price. It's just a plate of fried rice with eggs. It's actually 1888. I'm crazy about the money. I think it's about 18 yuan."

"There is another idiot like this who dares to question the little god of food." At a table not far away from Lu Li, a middle-aged man wearing slippers and artists shook his head and said.

Judging from his dress, he should be living nearby. Obviously, he often sees this situation, but it is true that people have herd mentality or curiosity. At lunch time, when he saw a restaurant that could line up in such a long queue, he naturally wanted to come and see what was going on.

"Sorry, the price of our restaurant is like this. If it is not convenient to eat, please leave and make room for the people behind." The restaurant owner who came to record the ordering came out of the kitchen and said to the middle-aged man in a humble and arrogant manner.

"Tsk, it's just 1888. I'm not that I can't afford it. I just think it's not worth it. If the food you come up later cannot conquer me, then I will be blamed for suing you at the Industrial and Commercial Bureau!" The middle-aged man took the menu and hesitated for a while and ordered two dishes, one fried rice and the other shot of cucumbers, which are common foods in street restaurants.

"Okay, please wait!" The boss wore a disposable white chef's uniform, which looked extremely clean. Just looking at his face, there was no need for the stars on the TV. He was not worried about the threat of the middle-aged man at all. Instead, he came to Lu Li's desk and continued to ask: "What does this customer want to order?"

Lu Li opened the menu, took a casual look and ordered a dish, and continued to watch the show.

Not long after, the restaurant owner took out the items from the kitchen and served them one by one. The middle-aged man's egg fried rice and cucumber were also placed in front of him. The egg fried rice was crystal clear, and each rice was wrapped in egg liquid, like yellow gems. The same is true for cucumbers. Each piece of cucumber was tender and savory. When paired with the sauce inside, it made people's appetites look great.

Looking at the two dishes in front of him, the middle-aged bald man also looked particularly serious. He smelled them in front of the lottery but did not find any fragrance. Then he said as if he was stubborn: "It looks good, but I don't know how it tastes."

After digging a bite of fried rice with a white porcelain spoon, the middle-aged bald man's face became more and more serious, and he also ate two bites of cucumber from time to time. His behavior fell into the eyes of others, which naturally made people think that he was convinced.

But after the middle-aged bald man finished eating, he slowly said: "If I took it back, it was only worth 18 yuan, because it was disrespectful to the ingredients."

"Just talking about the rice for fried rice with eggs, it's more than 1888. The rice is rouge rice. In "Dream of Red Mansions", there are two chapters that mention this very rare rouge rice. Rouge rice has been extinct in the 1970s. A small restaurant can use it as a raw material for fried rice, which can only be said to be wasted."

The middle-aged bald man's eyes revealed a surprising light, which made the restaurant owner look a little wrong. The bald man continued: "This rice alone is indeed worth the price, but for your cooking skills, I can only say that it is not bad for others, but for these superb materials, it is just a waste of resources!"

The bald man tore the suit on his body, exposed the chef's suit inside, put on the chef's hat, moved his fingers, and said to the somewhat stunned restaurant owner: "Let me, Tang Daniu, come and teach you how to cook!"

Lu Li finished eating the things in his mouth and walked out of the restaurant. There was no need to see the back part. On the way he came, he saw the bald man, so he planted a system for him. The main talent of the system came from three food-related worlds that the Gresta Shadow Legion once conquered.

One is a world where you can make luminous dishes, the other is a world where you can make dishes into aphrodisiacs, and the other is a high force value. Using something with a food cell can actually make food power for people.

If the bald man with three world food powers cannot defeat the restaurant owner, it will only mean that Lu Li's system production level has declined.

At the same time, those who were in the limelight were challenged by others, some of which were from Lu Li's work. He was making a large number of things like gold fingers in the system to challenge those fulcrums. Of course, it was not only Lu Li who saw through the truth of the matter, so Shui Lanxing gradually began to get messy these days.

...

After getting up early, Li Chengfeng decided to go to school early this morning to avoid those school tyrants, otherwise he would not have a good idea of ​​having a good class one day.

And things seemed to be just as he expected. It was common for those people to be late. How could they arrive early? As long as they persisted in this semester, they would graduate. He did not expect to work early and repay their homes as soon as possible.

After the day of study, Li Chengfeng was reading books in a remote corner of the school for a while, quietly collecting waste such as empty water bottles, and then walked home. The school tyrants ate, drank and had fun every day. As long as they didn't appear in front of them for a while, they would be forgotten and they could continue to go to school with peace of mind.

But he didn't notice that in the convenience store on the other side of the school gate, a student smoking stood up and followed him.

"Bang" Li Chengfeng, who was helping with work at home, heard the door being kicked open rudely. He thought he had returned with a waste, but he didn't expect that it was the school % tyrant.

"Do not hide from us!" Li Chengfeng was about to say something, but the man kicked him in the stomach and hit the table in the narrow room. This sound naturally attracted Li Chengfeng's fucking attention.

"Who are you? Don't hit my son, you want to hit me, don't hit my son!" This kind of thing happened several times in the early years. The family that lost the child was lost. Because they couldn't find them, they beat them up. They even hated the house and the mistress. They thought you had abducted my child and you actually raised a son, so they wanted to hit Li Chengfeng. So the old woman's first reaction was to stand up and say she wanted to hit her.
Chapter completed!