The business of Shu Yu's restaurant was pretty good today. Her wontons tasted really good. Plus, the price was cheap. Those who came here once could easily become repeat customers.
The location was good and Shu Yu had strict requirements for the service. Before 12 o 'clock, the restaurant was completely full. There were even many people who wanted to take their wontons away. The waiters and chefs in the restaurant were very busy. The cashier was also constantly collecting money. There was no free time at all.
The business of the wontons was very good. The 2 RMB and 5 RMB fried eggs were also sold quite a lot. Only Gu Zheng's 88 RMB fried egg was very deserted. Everyone who came to the restaurant would see the white paper. Some people went to ask about it, but no one bought it.
Just like yesterday, there were all kinds of doubts, ridicule, and sarcasm. Some people even said that the boss here was crazy about money and deliberately created such a gimmick to deceive everyone.
These people's voices were very loud. Even Gu Zheng, who was standing at the door, could hear them.
"Master Gu, don't mind them. Nowadays, many people say that the grapes are sour because they can't eat them. Your fried egg is really the best. We all know that!"
When the waiters went out to take out the garbage, they also persuaded Gu Zheng. Gu Zheng's fried egg had now become a scene in the restaurant. Everyone who went in to eat would curse at it, as if they had encountered something ridiculous.
"Thank you. I'm fine!"
Gu Zheng gave a grateful smile. He really didn't care about these people's comments. He was very clear that his rules were unacceptable. Since they couldn't accept it, what harm was there in talking about it?
If it were him, before he ate the fried egg, his words might be more radical. After all, he had a good reputation of "Poisonous Tongue".
"It's here. Found it!"
Three people with mobile phones came to the door of the restaurant. They raised their heads and carefully looked at the signboard on the door. One of them even said loudly.
"Fish That Likes to Eat Cats?"
Gu Zheng looked at one of the three people with surprise. He didn't expect to meet an acquaintance here. It was a young man who was about 28 or 29 years old, who was in the middle of the three people, who was a food critic with the same occupation as him.
"Wow, you're even faster than me!"
Seeing Gu Zheng, the man was equally shocked. Gu Zheng was confused and couldn't help but ask, "What's faster than you?"
"Didn't you read Mu Weaver's article? Don't tell me you didn't read it and it was just a coincidence?"
Fish That Loves to Eat Cat was a senior food critic. He had been in the industry for several times longer than Gu Zheng. However, unlike Gu Zheng, he was not a stickler for principles. Even if someone gave him money, he would still help them to earn some extra money. After all, he had to rely on this to make a living. Unlike Gu Zheng, who did not care about how much money he could earn, his income was higher than Gu Zheng's.
Gu Zheng and Gu Zheng had met at a food festival, and the two of them had a small conflict. Fish That Likes to Eat Cat had written a review that praised the food, but Gu Zheng had criticized it. The two of them had even argued on the Internet.
"I really didn't see what you said, but it's not a coincidence that I'm here. I've always been here!"
Gu Zheng shook his head slightly. Mu Weaver was their name for Mu Mu. Mu Mu usually wrote articles, and her writing was very good. Gu Zheng had read a lot of articles. Mu Mu's articles tended to be neutral, neither good nor bad. They were all analysis from other aspects, such as history, culture, allusions, and so on. Many people liked the stories she wrote.
"You've always been here. What does this restaurant have to do with you?"
Fish That Loves to Eat Cat quickly asked. He came here after reading the review written by Mu Mu. Mu Mu rarely praised an article. This time, she not only praised it, but also praised it greatly. She praised the fried eggs here to the sky, and directly called the fried eggs here a great work of art.
It was just an ordinary fried egg, but it was praised so well. Fish That Loves to Eat Cat was curious and a little unconvinced, so he came here to have a look.
"This is my friend's restaurant!" Gu Zheng answered very honestly.
"So that's the case. Then you've eaten the fried eggs here. Tell me honestly, how is the taste?"
Peers were enemies. Generally speaking, people who had a grudge against each other would not read the comments written by each other, unless there was a conflict in the comments, so Fish That Loves to Eat Cat did not know that Gu Zheng had been here. But peers were also the people who knew you best. Fish That Loves to Eat Cat was very clear about Gu Zheng's personality and principles. At this time, he was looking at him curiously, wanting to know his answer. If Gu Zheng said it was good, then at least the fried eggs here would not be bad.
"This thing should only be in the sky!"
After thinking about it, Gu Zheng gave an evaluation. This evaluation was very high, praising his fried eggs as a delicacy that could only be in the sky.
It seemed that he was not wrong. He did not change the sesame oil, but he used immortal power to improve the eggs. In addition, Gokusen's cooking skills could only be found in the immortal world, and his immortal power, it was completely reasonable to say that it was in the sky.
In their impression, the immortal world was in the sky. So after saying that, Gu Zheng did not blush at all and just praised his fried eggs.
"I'll go and try it. Then I'll know if it's as good as you say!"
Fish That Loves to Eat Cat did not expect Gu Zheng to give such an evaluation. He did not talk to Gu Zheng at the door. He shook his head and led his companions into the wonton shop. Gu Zheng tidied up his clothes and prepared to go into the shop to make fried eggs. Since someone came to taste the fried eggs, he was going to go into the kitchen to make them.
"Don't argue, you, you!"
Seeing Gu Zheng slowly walk into the kitchen and stand in front of the stove, Fish That Loves to Eat Cat stretched out his finger and pointed at Gu Zheng in surprise, saying the word "you" twice.
"A good food critic must also be a good cook at the same time!"
Gu Zheng said lightly, then opened the stove and poured the oil.
The fragrance of the oil instantly spread out. Many people in the shop turned their heads and saw that someone had specially come to buy eighty-eight fried eggs. They all looked at it curiously, and the discussion also decreased a lot.
Picking up an egg, Gu Zheng shook his hand and the egg quickly cracked open. The egg liquid was poured into the pot.
The shell of the egg was not like yesterday, which was like jade. Gu Zheng did not waste his immortal power on the eggshell and did not purify the eggshell. The eggshell was still an ordinary eggshell.
The fragrance of the oil and the egg quickly filled every corner of the shop. Whether it was the people who were eating or waiting, they could not help but sniff. The fragrance was really good. Just by smelling the fragrance, one could tell that the taste of the fried eggs was definitely not bad.
Stir-frying, lifting the pot.
Gu Zheng's movements became more skilled. This set of cooking skills of Gokusen's fried eggs had already been imprinted in his mind. Now, it had almost become a part of his body. Everything was so natural.
After more than a minute, the white fried egg with a yellow color was placed on the plate and gently handed out.
Fish That Loves to Eat Cat was still a little silly. In Mumu's article, there was a description of Gu Zheng's fried eggs. Her evaluation was very high. She rated the process of the fried eggs in the pot as the birth of an elf. The time was very short, but the elf bloomed its most beautiful dance. Before, Fish That Loves to Eat Cat scoffed at these descriptions, thinking that it was a little girl's fantasy for romance.
He knew Mumu's age. A fried egg was actually called an elf. It was too exaggerated.
But now, he didn't think so. Although he was not a girl like Mumu, who liked to fantasize that the fried eggs were dancing elves, he was equally shocked by the process of frying eggs. At least, he agreed with Mumu's words. The process of frying eggs was really beautiful.
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