Chapter 22

The kitchen is nothing. The key is the white paper pasted on the glass in front of the kitchen. To be exact, it is the words on the white paper.

Fried eggs are 88 yuan each, and each person is limited to one.

Other things in the shop are not expensive, but it's outrageous that a fried egg sold for 88.

When she was wondering, Gu Zheng was also a little strange. She didn't know the two people, but they mentioned themselves. "No dispute" was his pseudonym. In some food comments he made, he was often called poisonous tongue because of his sharp words.

They know themselves and that imperial Wong is blunt, which is very abnormal.

Yesterday, he did write a manuscript here and uploaded it to the website, but it has not been published. Normally, it was published on time at 11:00 this morning. At that time, people began to be hungry. Some people like to go to the website to refer to some food reviews before choosing lunch. At this time, the publication is ahead, which can attract the attention of others and bring business to the place where the reviews are made.

But now it's only nine o'clock. His manuscript hasn't been published yet. No one should see it.

"You, you still have fried ostrich eggs?"

The girl who had seen the white paper in the kitchen asked in surprise. Eighty-one fried eggs did not specify what they were. She instinctively understood that the price of ostrich eggs was not low for ostrich eggs. If it was fried ostrich Island, it might have this price.

However, ostrich eggs are generally sold in big hotels, and few are sold in such small stores.

"No, our fried eggs are normal native eggs, but they taste very good and are guaranteed to be worth this price!"

The waiter has taken over Shu Yu to entertain the two and specially advertised Gu Zheng. She has eaten fried eggs and knows the taste of fried eggs. Now she still misses them very much. She is the one who said she regretted eating too fast.

"Native eggs, are you made of gold? They are so expensive!"

The girl's voice suddenly increased a lot. If you fry ostrich eggs, the price is still in the past. No matter how good they are, they can't have eighty-one. It's robbery.

"Sister mu, look at the words behind. There are still restrictions on purchase!"

The girl next to her whispered a reminder. She kept staring at the white paper. She was also surprised that eighty-one fried eggs, and eggs, were still subject to purchase restrictions. Did you think their fried eggs would be as hot as real estate, and many people couldn't buy them?

"Sister mu? It's her, Mu Mu!"

Gu Zheng's mind suddenly brightened. She finally knew who the two girls were. The name of the editor in chief of the website she contributed to was Mu Mu. It's no surprise that she knew herself and Yushan Wong blunt.

Gu Zheng's manuscript was submitted yesterday. Mu Mu is the editor in chief who is directly responsible for his manuscript. Mu Mu has been to many restaurants. She smelled this mellow oil smell for the first time.

Fire, hot oil.

The fried egg was quickly made. Mumu suddenly stood up and went directly to the kitchen to watch Gu Zheng's fried egg. Gu Zheng's hand was fast. She could hardly see Gu Zheng's action, but the frying of the fried egg in the pot was very clear. Oil is oil and egg is egg. When the heated egg rolls in the air, it is like a dancing spirit.

This feeling is very strange, but Mumu has it. She herself is very incredible. She actually connects the fried egg with the spirit.

However, in the picture in front of us, there is no sense of conflict between the fried egg and the spirit. The fried egg is white with yellow and does not dye a trace of variegated color. It is really like the beautiful spirit, but it dances.

No, it's an elf.