Qin Wuyong came to the stall and took a closer look. Was it steamed buns again?
The distaste for Baozi from the past few days had not gone away, and now I saw the boss who had offended his biggest financial backer again, and I couldn't help but feel contempt for him.
It’s just a steamed bun. Even if it’s made into flowers, isn’t it just a steamed bun?
"Boss, how do you sell these buns?"
Xia Yu said with a smile, "One point per ten points."
kindness? Cute girl tactics?
Customers who had eaten the steamed buns paid readily and each packed some more.
"Brother, I'm telling you, you've come to the right place. After eating this bun, I guarantee you will be satisfied."
"That's right, this is the first time in my life that I have eaten such delicious buns."
The last woman's eyes were a little dazed, "Boss Lin's story is not bad either."
Qin Wuyong curled his lips, it turned out there was a food tray.
The steamed buns sold for ten times each are cheaper than the delicious Lvbululi restaurant. How can you afford a meal?
"Bring me two buns."
Xia Yu responded and packed Qin Wuyong's buns neatly.
Qin Wuyong said to the recorder behind him, "Brothers, have you seen it? The steamed stuffed buns that are sold every ten times are quite big. I don't know if the connotations are as rich. Brother Wuyong will give you a taste of the poison first. Master Ru, just wait and see. Let’s play.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Daru's reward floated up.
Qin Wuyong chuckled, took the bun, and observed it first, "Well, everyone, look at the dough. It's slightly green, and the skin is smooth and translucent. It should be made from hot noodles, I bet. , there must be some kind of green vegetables in the steamed buns to make the color show through...General steamed buns are mostly made of dough that has been cooked. After steaming, the dough is soft and chewy, and the inside is full of soup and the steamed buns are full. The leather surface is fragrant and can perfectly lock in the juice and bring a rich taste..."
Master Shan's eyes widened in surprise, "I said, who are you talking to, you talkative guy?"
Qin Wuyong rolled his eyes and looked at Master Shan like he was looking at an old man who just walked out of the mountains. "This is the latest model of recorder. It will broadcast the picture in real time to my audience. I am a Qin Wuyong, a famous outdoor anchor and food hunter, is nicknamed Brother Wuyou."
Master Shan said, "Jianfeng, Huang Dashan, if you've had enough of your life, you can repeat what you just said in the same tone."
"..."
Qin Wuyong hesitated, "Did you have dynamite for breakfast today?"
Qin Wuyong turned his face and waved his hand for the recorder to take a closer look at the buns. "Ahem, let's continue to look at this bun. Well, the bun making method is very... novice, not very uniform. Come on, let's take a look. One fold of the bun, one, two, three... actually thirteen!"
"As we all know, thirteen is an unlucky number. I, Ming Guang, have my roots in ancient China. We pay attention to the importance of good things coming in pairs, and pasta is one of the best. To put it without exaggeration, in ancient China, old people were particular about what they ate on their birthdays. The longevity noodles are cut into a complete ring shape connected from head to tail."
"Well, there is another legend here. In ancient times, steamed buns were food eaten by the poor. The stuffing inside was nothing more than some wild vegetables and bad products. There was even very little meat. The most primitive steamed buns were There were fourteen pleats. Later, a chef felt that they were not beautiful. When making the buns, I pinched four more. The shape of the buns became plump and a lot bigger after steaming. They were big and delicious, and the business was much better than other stores. , later generations followed suit one after another, so the pleats of the bun became eighteen, which symbolizes wealth."
"666, I'm convinced by this explanation."
"Brother Wuyou is not really useless."
The customers next to the stall looked at each other in confusion. This guy must be a professional foodie. He could talk about the folds of a steamed bun very clearly.
Qin Wuyong raised his head and said, "Who is the boss? Can you explain why your bun has thirteen pleats?"
Master Shan turned around and said, "Brother Lin, it looks like he is looking for trouble. Should we convince people with virtue or reason?"
Everyone was speechless, is there a difference?
"Hey, there's a big difference." Mr. Shan grinned and looked at Qin Wuyong with evil intentions, "To convince someone with virtue, you need to beat him up first and then talk to him; as for using Are you convinced by reason? Haven’t you heard from the ancients that a big fist is the last word?”
So no matter what, you have to convince people with your fists, right?
Lin Chou smiled and said, "The Mongolian people in ancient times said: One commandment, two is missing, and three are complete. They believe that it must be done three times to be perfect. When toasting a guest, you should toast three bowls in a row. When the guest receives the drink, you should also use your ring finger and the Flick your thumb three times to express your respect for the earth, the eternal sky, and the holy ancestor Genghis Khan. Mongolians regard numbers such as three, six, nine, and thirteen as auspicious, among which nine and thirteen are the most auspicious. Sacrifice is held on the 13th day of the month, and there are beliefs in the Thirteen Buddhas. The bun is a round and perfect object with thirteen folds, so why not?"
Qin Wuyong blurted out, "Buryat steamed buns?"
Lin Chou nodded, his smile not diminishing.
Master Shan said impatiently, "Do you want to eat it or not? If not, get out of here and delay grandpa's business. Can you afford the compensation?"
Barrage flies up,
"Damn, this guy is so arrogant."
"Brother useless, fight him..."
"The crowd is strong and I'll make a move for a hundred points!"
Qin Wuyong curled his lips secretly, if you can fight back, why should your useless brother endure the humiliation?
He is also at the third level. When it comes to eating, even ten evolved people of the same level can't eat him. When it comes to fighting, he is probably just pressed to the ground and rubbed, not to mention that guy looks like he has been fighting in the wilderness all year round. Cruel person.
Qin Wuyong could only smile and said, "Eat, why don't you eat? The famous Buryat steamed buns. It is said to have been lost for hundreds of years. I didn't expect it to appear here..."
Naturally, there is a reason why it is lost, not only due to natural disasters, but also due to natural disasters.
Qin Wuyong took a deep breath and bit down hard.
Steaming bright yellow grease splashed all over Qin Wuyong, and a large amount of grease flowed from the bitten skin.
"hiss!"
Qin Wuyong immediately blocked his mouth and took a sip of the soup, ignoring his numb tongue and the stains on his clothes.
As a self-proclaimed food hunter, how could I not know that wasting food is the biggest original sin.
"Well..."
With this suck, Qin Wuyong directly brought out the filling of the bun, and it fell heavily into his mouth. Instead of falling into a ball, it was squeezed into a long strip, and all the teeth were still disconnected.
Awesome! Awesome!
The fillings of the steamed buns in your mouth are clearly distinct, but they are mysteriously connected to each other, condensing and not dispersing.
The mouth is obviously full of grease, but it doesn't feel greasy at all. From the grease, you can clearly taste the fragrance of plants.
The barrage exploded again,
"I swear, seeing Brother Wuyong's expression, I'm hungry!"
"Hey, don't just eat it! Tell me, what does it taste like?"
"Don't worry, I still have an invitation in my hand. Wait, I'm going to Qinshan Martial Arts School."
"Hey, where did the buddy upstairs get the invitation? One invitation can bring two people, I'll give you a thousand points, please guide me!"
"I'm sorry, we still have a family and we want to go to Qinshan Martial Arts School's anniversary. Let's figure it out on our own."
"Fuck..."
"How dare you openly cause hatred, brothers, remember this name, don't let us know who you are...".
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