Chapter 1391

The young man of the Ganoderma lucidum family was stunned and immediately showed a look of ecstasy: "is it more favorable than 70 yuan? Chef ye, you are really a conscientious businessman!"

The teenagers of the Ganoderma lucidum family don't have much savings. They take out 70 pieces of the best Tianjie Yuanjing. They all feel that they can be more preferential like cutting a piece of meat. Of course, it's the best.

"The fried rice cakes in our shop are foolproof, children and old people. The original price is 9999. Now let the majority of customers benefit. A discount is 999."

Ye Qing's words were calm, but it was like a thunder on the ground, which caused an uproar in the audience.

"I'll go. Why did I raise the price? Didn't I say a discount?"

"Shit, it was still 700 yuan just now. How can it become 999 now? Is there any difference between the two kinds of fried rice cakes?"

"Woge, black heart merchant! Absolute black heart!"

The melon eaters were agitated and could not accept it. A few seconds ago, the price was still 700 yuan, but now it has become 999. The price starts from the ground!

"Black heart, too black heart! Unexpectedly, the price rises from the ground. Let's boycott black heart businessmen. Don't buy!"

The Ganoderma lucidum youth at the front of the line shook his arms and shouted. He was determined not to buy it and wanted to do something.

Of course, his money is limited. He can't afford 999 and can't afford it at all.

The crowd was excited. However, unlike what the young man said, the melon eaters did not unite to resist the black hearted Ye Qing.

A rich tycoon immediately stepped out of the crowd, took out a thousand pieces of the best Tianjie Yuanjing, and said loudly, "Chef ye, here is a thousand pieces, and there's no need to find the extra one!"

With a smile, Ye Qing picked up a piece of fried rice cake and handed it to each other.

Some people are still willing to pay for the starting price. Who makes Ye Qing's fried rice cake so effective.

The price of 999. After selling one, the next fried rice cake is easier to sell. There are many strong people of the older generation present. They have strong financial resources. It is not a problem to buy one.

Even the young masters of Moshuang ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum want to buy fried rice cakes in Ye Qing's hands.

Of course, Ye Qing is very vindictive. She ignores them and wants to buy fried rice cakes in his hands. That's impossible.

In the Baihua palace, four elders of Mei Lan, Zhu Ju and three ten-star chefs, including the deacon of the Baihua palace and some rich disciples, all got their wish and bought fried rice cakes.

Many martial artists ate fried rice cakes on the spot, their accomplishments soared, broke through the realm, and praised Ye Qing's cooking.

Although the price of 999 is a little more expensive, it doesn't matter. After all, the effect is remarkable.

The second pot of fried rice cakes, only more than 60 pieces, soon sold out.

In the hall of Baihua palace, people strongly demanded that Ye Qing make more fried rice cakes.

Under people's strong demand and desire, Ye Qing had no choice but to nod and promise to continue making.

However, Ye Qing's ingredients have run out. He glanced at the grass mud horse around him and blinked at the grass mud horse.

Grass Mud Horse and Ye Qing have been together for a long time. Look at Ye Qing's face and know what ye Qing is trying to do.

"Grass Mud Horse, go and fetch me some ingredients." Ye Qing said with a smile.

His words were not preached by God, but said in front of everyone.

The melon eaters present didn't feel anything unusual. You know, isn't it very normal for grass mud horse to pull things as a horse?

Others may not understand, but when Grass Mud Horse heard Ye Qing's words, he immediately understood and understood Ye Qing's meaning.

Pull some ingredients, of course, not to drag goods in the market, but

The Grass Mud Horse moved and went out. He was preparing to pull some ingredients in an ordinary and secret place in the hundred flowers palace.

In the palace, ah Kun observed his words and colors, instantly understood Ye Qing's meaning, and muttered, "little ye, your routine seems to be never tired of playing! You want to entrap people again!"

When ye Qing heard the speech, he immediately turned around and stared at ah Kun: "Cai Xukun, don't be bad, keep your voice down!"

Ye Qing and ah Kun are preaching. Ah Kun clamors to make Ye Qing's trick public.

Finally, Ye Qing had no choice but to promise to give ah Kun more fried rice cakes.

In the center of the hall, Ye Qing's bright smile makes people feel like a spring breeze. It looks like the chef is praised by customers and then shows a good mood.

Ye Qing cleared her throat and said slowly, "customers and friends, don't worry. My ingredients are used up. My men are pulling ingredients. They should be ready soon."

The melon eaters in the hall nodded in a hurry. Ye Qing promised to continue frying rice cakes. That was a gift to them. Of course, they didn't dare to urge them.

Some of the enthusiastic disciples of Baihua Palace also stood up and said, "Chef ye, I know there is a large market nearby. The ingredients sold in it are of good quality. Do you want me to take your men there?"

"My family runs a food market. Chef ye, just say what ingredients you need and provide them to you free of charge!" said another beautiful disciple of Baihua palace.

The melon eaters present were very interested in Ye Qing's search for ingredients and wanted to win Ye Qing's favor.

However, Ye Qing waved his hand and didn't need them to provide food materials at all. He had sent grass mud horses out to pull some food materials.

Most of the disciples present didn't understand the meaning of Ye Qing's words, but ah Kun, who had been with Ye Qing for a long time, knew Ye Qing's urination, immediately laughed and prepared to see the big men in the flower world eat with an attitude of watching a good play.

Grass mud horse went out and soon returned to the main hall of Baihua palace.

In people's sight, grass mud horse is holding a storage ring, which must contain the ingredients prepared by grass mud horse.

Ye Qing catches the storage ring thrown by grass mud horse. As soon as her eyes brighten, she can smell a bad smell across the storage ring. At a glance, she knows it is the masterpiece of grass mud horse.

After getting the storage ring, Ye Qing thought and took out the ingredients in the storage ring. Suddenly, a disgusting smell passed out.

"Hmm? What's the matter? The ingredients used by chef Ye seem different from before!"

"What a strong smell. I'll go. What does chef Ye want to do?"

"This... How do you look at the shape and smell? It seems to be feces!"

People were shocked and thought that Ye Qing had prepared good quality ingredients for his men.

However, the ingredients Ye Qing took out looked very frightening, seemingly the same as feces.

Listening to the questioning voices around, Ye Qing's face sank and said calmly: "What are you talking about? I'm a conscientious chef. How can I make delicious food with feces? To tell you the truth, this is rice milk, which is just added with grass spices and some durian! If you don't believe it, smell it. It has the smell of grass and the unique taste of nostalgia."

Ye Qing gave an explanation. However, the melon eating people present were still hard to believe. After all, the smell was too strong.

In people's shocked eyes, Ye Qing began to make delicious food. Lard was boiling in the big iron pot.

Ye Qing put some green balls into the big iron pot. Soon, a wonderful smell came out.

In the process, Ye Qing also took out some real rice paste and mixed it with grass spices to make real fried rice cakes.

The ingredients provided by rice pulp and Grass Mud Horse don't look much different. The only difference is the smell.

The ingredients provided by grass mud horse have an obvious smell, but it's OK. Ye Qing made a lot of durian and put it in rice slurry. Ordinary people can't see the difference between true and false fried rice cakes. Only Ye Qing knows it.