When the customer came in, he asked the male god Goubuli, the young lady Yingbin was immediately excited and looked at how this unkempt young man looked at it and liked it.

This is a good person!

In the eyes of the young lady, those who are willing to support male gods are good people.

"Hello sir, our breakfast department has just launched Goubuli buns, which are guaranteed to be authentic. Do you want to have a basket?"

"Well, authentic Goubuli, he's quite a tone? I hope it can satisfy my tongue."

The young man also saw the breakfast category brand at this moment. Goubuli wrote it on the first line, with bright red fonts, which were very eye-catching.

"Twelve yuan per cage. Although the price is higher than that of Pioneer Hotel, it is reasonable for you. I will put a cage of Goubuli first, and then a bowl of spicy soup, cough..."

The two famous soups in Chudu are spicy soup and glutinous soup. The former is made of hens and eels and ginger, and white pepper or black pepper, which has dry and spicy mouth; the latter is said to be named by Emperor Qianlong, and it is made of the above good pork bones, chicken and wheat kernels, and the taste is mellow.

When encountering wind and snow, young men occasionally "make do" at the Jiuzhou Dingshi breakfast department. They know that the spicy soup level of Jiuzhou Dingshi is higher, and it is cold today, so drinking spicy soup can cause sweating.

"Sir, I suggest you choose soy milk or hot porridge with goubuli."

Zhou Dong walked to the young man's table and smiled and said, "You should be deprived of sleep for a long time, right? Your face is very bad. And you have been coughing gently after entering the door, as if there is a problem with your respiratory tract. You smoke too much, right? Spicy soup is too domineering to you, and maybe it will induce pharyngitis."

The two welcome ladies looked at the male god dizzyly, oh, the male god is so considerate, but unfortunately the partner is not me...

The young man was slightly stunned: "Who are you?"

"My surname is Zhou, and I made this Goubuli bun. Today there are few customers, so I will go around the restaurant. I see that you are not suitable for drinking spicy soup today, so I would like to advise you."

After saying this, Zhou Dong felt a little strange. Since he suffered from depression, he has become increasingly disgusted with social interaction and basically will not take the initiative to talk to strangers. Today is really the first time, and he is actually out of the ordinary?

It seems that the system's control over his condition is still very effective. Although it failed to cure him completely, it is much more effective than taking medicine.

The young man nodded: "Thank you for your reminder. My name is Long Potian, I am the one who writes online novels."

"Well, I can see that your face is either an Internet-addicted teenager or an Internet author."

“…”

The young man was silent for a while before saying, "But I still want to drink spicy soup, how can I break it?"

"Then just have a bowl of soy milk and a bowl of spicy soup. Remember to drink soy milk first."

Zhou Dong turned around and left and gave this guy a bun.

Although the breakfast in the five-star hotel is a bit expensive, the service is first-class. The welcome lady soon brought the food ordered by Long Potian.

"Well, this bun looks good, it looks like chrysanthemums."

Long Potian glanced at Goubuli buns. He specialized in writing food articles and studied some of his research on food. Of course, he knew what the authentic Goubuli should look like. The Goubuli produced by the old shop in Goubuli in Tianjin will not talk about how it tastes like, but it looks like a blooming chrysanthemum, which has a very prestigious effect.

His throat was a little uncomfortable and his mouth was a little bitter. Long Potian accepted Zhou Dong's advice and first drank soy milk to moisten his mouth and throat, then picked up a Goubuli bun and took a bite.

tasty!

The strong aroma of wheat noodles first entered his mouth and impacted his mouth and taste buds. He seemed to see the hard-working farmer on the land of Huizhou Province, as if he saw the golden swords and iron horses of Gu Tianshui. Before he could recall it, the pure fresh pork fragrance exploded in his mouth, rushed out of his nose, and could not linger in the air...

I remember when I was a child, the aroma of braised pork in my neighbor's house often made him drool. It was that feeling! The long-lost smell made Long Potian even get goosebumps...

Is this the power of food?

At this moment, Long Potian seemed to have returned to his golden childhood. There is a famous bun shop in Tianjin. My mother often tells him, does the baby want to eat Goubuli? When my mother opens her salary this month, she will bring you to eat...

The dry eyes suddenly became wet. Long Potian secretly picked up a napkin and wiped away two pieces of eye poop that were washed away by tears...

Then he lowered his head and ate wildly.

Before I knew it, I drank all a basket of buns and a bowl of soy milk. Looking at the young lady who was standing in front of me holding a cell phone, I didn’t know if she was taking a photo or recording. Long Potian suddenly felt dazed. Did I eat it? Did I eat it? No, it seemed that I didn’t eat anything, but I was still very hungry!

"Two more cages of Goubuli!"

"Okay, okay!"

The young lady Yingbin was so happy that she knew that the male god had good skills and the buns were delicious. See how happy this person was eating.

"At most, I'll give him one more cage. Two cages of buns are a full 4 taels. If you eat too much, you will be full."

Zhou Dong glanced at the thin Long Potian and decisively provided limited supply.

This guy is a typical jealousy. If he eats too much, the Queen Mother's peaches will become tasteless. No matter whether it is considering his health or his reputation, he cannot sell them too much.

"Come on another cage, can I pack it and take it away?"

Long Potian ate a basket of buns with the remaining spicy soup, but he still felt a little unfulfilled.

"The rest of the store can be packed, but I can't do it."

Zhou Dong refused decisively.

"Why?" Long Potian couldn't understand. There was even a hotel that didn't allow customers to pack?

"Buns should be eaten while they are hot, and they will be cool when they are brought back. When they are cool, they will change the taste. Even if they are reheated, they will not do it. I am responsible for the food I make and don't want to ruin my reputation."

Zhou Dong was also helpless: "System, do you really need this? It feels very good..."

The cold mechanical sound sounded: "Program setting, as the only chef in the future world, we should ensure the quality of food in all aspects and not allow any negligence to cause damage to reputation. So, teenager, please continue to install..."

Long Potian pointed to the apartment opposite and said, "I live in the opposite building. Also, this bun... was taken back for food for my companions. I guarantee that I won't re-cook it and heat it, and I won't use any microwave! Is this OK?"

"It's still not possible."

"Brother, why is this for?"

Long Potian was anxious, how could he have any fellow ghosts? He wanted to pack it back and eat for lunch. Who would have thought that this handsome guy master would not do business even if he had such a straightforward style.

"Because you're single, you just lied."

Zhou Dong's faint gaze swept across Long Potian's face, as if he had seen through everything. A boy, a single dog is just a single dog, pretending to be a shared family fortune?

"You are welcome to come to the store tomorrow. My Goubuli refused to pack it."

"Okay, you're awesome! Tomorrow?"

Long Potian said angrily: "I'll come again tomorrow! I'll come again the day after tomorrow! I'll come every day after tomorrow!"
Chapter completed!