The Urban Successor of God of Gluttony Chapter 23: You haven’t eaten wonton yet

　　 beautiful and lovely elves dancing with the evening sun.

　　 Mumu's expression was suddenly trance. If she didn't see it with her own eyes, even if someone told her, she wouldn't believe that someone could make fried eggs so artistic, or that the process of fried eggs is so artistic.

　　More than a minute, and it passed in a flash.

　　 Fried eggs come one by one. After frying the fried egg, a trace of fatigue appeared on Guzheng’s face, plus this morning he had fried seven fried eggs, each fried egg would consume his fairy Although there is not much power, but his own fairy power is not much. After seven consecutive times, he has really felt a little tired.

　　 Take a deep breath, put the omelette, send it out, and start over.

　　Hot oil, beat eggs.

　　 Mumu has been staring at Guzheng’s hand. She hasn’t seen clearly. The egg in Guzheng’s hand has fallen into the pot, there is no cheap oil flower, no noisy frying sound, only the honest Fragrant, the elves dance again.

　　 Complete eggs, rounded eggs, white outside and yellow inside, without any trace of defects, like the flawless jasper, lying quietly on the plate, both fried eggs have been fried, and they are both placed on the table However, Mu Mu looked at the plate silly without even picking up the chopsticks.

　　 "Mister Mu, so beautiful, can I eat it?"

　　Looking at the eggs on the plate, the little trainee editor swallowed and whispered, and whispered, the fried egg in front of him was like a piece of art, so he didn’t know where to start.

　　 "Yes, of course!"

　　What she said made Mumu recover, and the wonton was also brought up. The staple food wonton was temporarily put aside by them. They all took up chopsticks and prepared to deal with the fried egg in front of them.

　　 "Delicious, really delicious!"

　　 The little intern editor bit her mouth first, and her eyes lighted up immediately. While the waiter standing next to her was envious, there was a smile on her face. She understood the intern editor’s feeling at this time, and she took the first bite. It’s the same when it’s time. This fried egg is really delicious.

　　 Mumu finally took a bite, taking a small bite, on the edge.

　　The round egg is like a white moon, lacking a small bite. Mumu tastes eggs differently from others. Including ancient disputes, other people bite a whole bite first, not to mention how big, but not small There was only one bit of Mumu biting off, there was no distance between the fingernails of a little thumb, and it was still deep from the yolk.

　　 Her eyes became brighter.

　　 There is no smell of eggs, only the fragrance is left. This fragrance can feel the taste of eggs, but it is one hundred times and one thousand times more than the eggs that are usually eaten.

　　 The crisp egg white melts in the mouth and slides across Mumu's throat like jelly.

　　 The fragrant oil is dispersed, removing the unpleasant strong fragrance, leaving only the light and clear fragrance, which flows gently at the tip of the throat.

　　 "Scent!"

　　 Mumu couldn’t help but praise, it seems that everyone who eats this compliment for the first time will be so complacent, involuntarily compliment, words are born from the heart, this is the real heart, the real heart feel.

　　 "It's delicious, it's really delicious!"

　　The intern editor swallowed the last egg and sighed again that she had eaten the whole fried egg. There were as many as two-thirds of Mumu’s fried eggs. Mumu forcibly controlled herself and bite every time. Small mouth, so she has a lot left.

　　 saw the companion pay attention to himself, Mumu immediately picked up the plate, turned around, and prevented the companion from seeing how he was eating fried eggs.

　　I can’t see Mumu’s fried egg. The intern editor turned back a little regretfully. As soon as she looked back, she noticed the white paper stuck on the kitchen and the words on the white paper.

　　Now she is not surprised at the price of fried eggs. It’s so delicious. The things she has never eaten are not measured by the price, but the last sentence. If you want to buy one per person, let her Very depressed.

　　 "Waiter, your fried eggs, are you really limited to one per person?"

　　 "Really, including our boss, we can only buy one!"

　　The waiter stepped forward to answer immediately. Gu Zheng said that they did not understand the purchase limit. They still laughed at Gu Zheng in his heart. They really regarded their fried eggs as a treasure. What else did they do to limit purchases.

　　Look now, the ancient contention is right. If you don’t limit the purchase, let alone the guest. She is now thinking about whether she wants another one. After all, she can take it out for 88 yuan. It’s so delicious. The food is hard to come by.

　　 "What a pity!"

　　The intern editor shook her head regretfully and didn’t keep asking. Like the waiter, she had no idea about the purchase restriction at first, but now she realized that people’s purchase restriction is not unreasonable.

　　 Just now, she was still thinking about how much money she still has at home. She remembered that she still had more than a thousand living expenses. She was ready to take out five hundred to buy omelette and eat enough. If this is the case, then She has to eat instant noodles for many days, and her living expenses are already very tight.

　　If it is not restricted, she will definitely not be able to control herself and buy more food.

　　 Judging from the current situation, the purchase restriction is really good. At least she helped her control herself and reduced her expenses. This will cause her heart to feel a little grateful, and even startled herself, which is very strange.

　　 After a while, Mumu finally finished her omelette and closed her eyes in satisfaction.

　　Omelette is the thinnest and most serious she tastes, and the feeling she gets is different from others and the deepest experience.

　　 Whether it is egg white or egg yolk, they are all fried and cooked as well as the same. The most rare and precious thing is ~IndoMTL.com~ It’s all right on fire. This is not what ordinary cooking can do. The editor has also been there for two years. In addition to reading many food reviews and recipes, she has also participated in many activities and tasted many foods.

　　 It can be said that anything she has eaten in the past two years is not as good as fried eggs.

　　 is no longer a technique for fried eggs, but sublimation has become an art, and it is still the top art. Although fried eggs are simple, they can be simple, this is a perfect artwork.

　　 perfect, this is Mu Mu's evaluation.

　　 "It's really delicious, you didn't lie to me, there will be such delicious food next time, remember to tell me first!"

　　 Mumu lowered his head and picked up her phone to send Gu Zheng a message. She said before that if Gu Zheng dared to lie to her, she would go to Gu Zheng's home and let Gu Zheng pay her for the fried eggs.

　　Look now, the fried egg completely conquered her, and Gu Zheng does not have to worry about someone coming home to ask for debts.

　　 "Of course, how can I make mistakes when I say delicious food!"

　　An old controversy was hiding in the kitchen with a cheerful message, and another person who was conquered by his fried egg. This old controversy was full of confidence. Looking now, this test is not so difficult to complete. Egg people are all conquered by him.

　　 "Let’s go!"

　　 Mumu did not ask if she could buy another one. She recognized the waiter’s previous words. Such delicious food is good to eat once. Continuous eating will affect its beauty in her heart.

　　 Her companion got up, and when she got up, she looked back at the kitchen.

　　 "Wait, your ravioli hasn't been eaten yet!"

　　 The waiter suddenly stopped them. They asked for two wontons and two fried eggs, but now the fried eggs are eaten, but the wontons are not moving.