‘The red flag is rolling against the sweet wind, spicy and fresh salty in my chest, holding the tofu brain with both hands, sticking to the principle and not relaxing!’

It was 4:30 in the morning and it was still dawn.

Zhou Dong parked his bicycle next to the curb that was more than 100 meters away from the breakfast area. He held a suitcase with a double-standing knives in his hand, and looked carefully towards the breakfast area.

Various slogans have been pulled up in front of the breakfast department, and there seems to be flags waving...

It's really crazy.

Unexpectedly, the struggle between the Sweet and Salt Party is so fierce that it is here!

"Xiao Zhou, Xiao Zhou, I'm here."

In the alley on the side of the road, a low male voice came from Liu Changqing!

Zhou Dong looked in the sound and saw Liu Changqing leaning against the wall of the alley with a nervous look on his face, waving to him desperately. With a frown, Zhou Dong flashed into the alley: "Teacher Liu, why did you come so early today?"

"I know you want to come early to prepare new products, of course I want to stand up for you. Teacher Liu wants Xiao Zhou to know that you are not fighting alone."

Liu Changqing wiped his sweat and gathered his fingers in front of the breakfast department and said, "How could I let you deal with such a big scene alone? We are comrades-in-arms!"

"So that's how it is?"

Zhou Dong was deeply moved, deeply convinced, and deeply moved by Lao Liu's class love and comrade-in-arms: "But, Teacher Liu, why are you hiding here?"

"Why am I hiding here? It's because I didn't expect these salt parties to be so crazy! I'm planning big plans here and thinking hard about good strategies..."

"oh."

Zhou Dong couldn't help but feel a little shocked when he saw these Xian Party who came to the breakfast department to block the door at 4 a.m. It's really no wonder that Liu Changqing was walking into the alley. These people were too serious, right?

The slogans that are chanting, the slogans that are singing "The red flag is rolling against the sweet wind", and the slogans that are chanting, "Go Buli" and "Go Buli" are yelling, and a few girls of the Salt Party cried as they shouted, crying at the top of their lungs, "Go Buli - I Gou Buli! I love you, I will always love you!"

A big road flag was erected in the middle of the Xian Party array, pinching gold edges and silver threads, black background and white flame edges, with a big word "Salty" written on it!

Under the banner, Long Potian, a loyal fan with a hairstyle like chicken feathers and a dressed in chicken feathers, was solemn at this moment, his face was as quiet as thunder, and he was leading the way to shout slogans: "Let the sweet party get out of Chudu! Clear the surrounding side and get away with sweet! The green lotus root and jade porridge should die, and the dog should be left with ignorant!"

After all, he is a master of online writing who has more than ten thousand words a day. He is very inflammatory. After hearing his words, the common people suddenly screamed, and all of them looked ferocious.

Zhou Dong was stunned. Teacher Liu was right. I am not alone, and all the patients here are patients?

"By the way, Teacher Liu, you have been thinking hard for a long time, have you thought of any solution?"

Zhou Dong frowned. The dispute over sweet and salty has been around for a long time. From soy milk to tofu brain, to today's green lotus root jade porridge and goubuli, this is really a difficult problem.

“I thought of it…”

Liu Changqing looked at Zhou Dong deeply: "The person who tied the bell needs to be untied...you should settle your fans. By the way, while those sweet parties are still immersed in the dream of happiness, you'd better deal with them as soon as possible."

Zhou Dong: "..."

But since they are all their fans, what's scary about it? Who was Zhou Dong afraid of? When he was sick, he walked sideways in the mental hospital where demons were dancing, let alone this small scene?

Zhou Dong carried a box of knives in his hand and walked under the moonlight that had not yet subsided; gently stepped into the moonlight and stepped into the world.

He has a knife in his hand, a smile on his face, and both hands are strong, and can use both soft and hard.

"Ah, Master Zhou is here! He is really handsome when you look up close."

A female fan stopped slogans and began to praise Zhou Dong's handsome face.

"Master Zhou, do you have to give everyone an explanation?"

"Yes, Chudu is the territory of our Xian Party. What is it like now? Some unscrupulous merchants have begun to provide sugar-added services for soy milk!

This is a shame, a shame, comrades! The city is lost and the mountains and rivers are broken.

When the soy milk was added with sugar, we were silent... When the sweet sausages on the street began to smell sweet... When the five-spice sausages in childhood were gradually becoming rare and were replaced by Cantonese sweet sausages, we were still silent...

Now, the Goubuli bun we love is going to be replaced again! Comrades, class brothers, can we continue to remain silent!”

Those who can have this level are naturally the great god Long standing under the Avenue. Long Potian looked at Zhou Dong coldly, suddenly raised his right arm and said, "Don't explode in silence! Just die in silence!

We want the right to eat!”

"We want the right to eat! We want the right to eat!" Dozens of salty parties shouted in unison, and some of the scene was lost.

Zhou Dong frowned slightly. Long Potian seemed to be very sick. It seemed that to calm the incident, he could only sacrifice his principles temporarily. It was getting late, and the sweet parties immersed in happiness might wake up at any time. If they handled it improperly, rotten eggs might fall on the ground before the early department.

He had seen some salty party's baskets carrying a lot of eggs in their hands; with the perfect vegetable washing skills, he could tell that they were all expired and spoiled rotten eggs without having to walk closer and look.

"Brother Long, I have something to say to you."

Zhou Dong waved at Long Potian and smiled.

"Oh, Master Zhou, are you finally willing to admit that I am a handsome guy? Have the eyesight!"

Long Potian made a gesture to let the comrades restless: "Dear brothers and sisters, Master Zhou asked to talk to me, so I'll go over and listen to what he wants to say, and then we will decide what to do next?"

After receiving the support of most people, Long Potian walked up to Zhou Dong, lowered his voice and said, "It's not your business to change the recipe, why do you have to stand up? Actually, everyone didn't really want to make trouble, just..."

"Today's breakfast department made an exception. All the brothers and sisters of the Salt Party are no longer subject to purchase restrictions. Egg cakes, braised and hot-boiled rice lotus root and jade porridge that have just been launched today can be selected at will, but you must be able to eat them all, and you are not allowed to pack or waste. Are you satisfied with such conditions?"

It was getting late and needed a quick knife to cut the mess, so Zhou Dong directly threw out the devil's temptation.

"Uh? Deal!"

Long Potian returned to the Xian Party’s ranks and said that the Xian Party members were acceptable. That’s right. The masses need to be appeased. As long as they are given enough benefits, what is the ‘right to food’?

Let us eat braised and secret egg cakes while watching coldly and criticize those ignorant sweet parties.

Yes, yes, that's the idea.

Various propaganda slogans, road flags, and rotten eggs were quickly gathered to the wall. The salty party were lined up on both sides and greeted Zhou Dong intimately. A brave girl rushed over and took a picture with Zhou Dong, shook hands, and her face was flushed with excitement.

While comforting the "Salty Party" the masses, Zhou Dong quickly walked into the store. The golden cartilage had to be boiled first, and the lotus root powder had to be prepared. The white lotus root had to be carved inside, and time would not wait for anyone.

At this time, the welcome lady had not started working yet, and the breakfast department was still in an unbusy state. The Xian Party could not enter, and there was no one to organize the queue. She was unwilling to go back at this time, so she simply gathered on the side of the road in groups of three or three, discussing this successful struggle with excitement.

Even the cold little Master Zhou surrendered to the vast ocean of fighting among the people's stations. If we often do this in the future, we can eat more Zhou's delicacies?

Some girls immediately expressed their opposition, no, no, no, no, you are allowed to treat our male god like this...

"Sister Yan, it seems that your assistant is not recommending it wrong. This breakfast department is really popular. Someone is waiting to open the door so early?"

"Of course, this place is five-star, and even "Looking for Taste" has posted food review articles for this breakfast department.

Qianqian, do you know "Looking for Taste in Great Powers"? The food program sponsored by Teacher Huang is a collaboration with this publication. The ratings of this program are now very high. I will push you up to increase your exposure if you have the chance.

Okay, let’s not talk about this now. Let’s get off the bus first, let’s try whether the craftsmanship of this little master Zhou is really as good as the one said in “Looking for Taste in Great Powers”, and they have been written into poems…”

A low-key Buick business car slowly parked next to the curb. The door opened and two beauties wearing sunglasses and first-class figures and temperament came...
Chapter completed!