Chapter 179 The Deliciousness of Biscuits

The freshly baked biscuits exudes a charming aroma. The two pieces are placed on top of each other in a clean porcelain plate. The shell on the top is like a crab roe shell, and the white sesame seeds covered with it have not fallen off, and are stuck to it.

Yuanzhou directly "clicked" and bit down.

In an instant, the mouth is full of aroma. It is reasonable to say that the duck fat and noodles of the biscuits eaten hot will be sticky and a little layered, but this one has no such feeling at all.

One bite, the filling is soft and crisp, the bite is neat, no slag, no sticking to the teeth, and the lips and teeth are fragrant.

The sesame on the outer shell is dipped in sugar and then covered with sesame seeds. The filling is salty chopped green onion filling, slightly sweet and savory. The taste is distinct but strange.

The glutinous duck oil in the mouth and the softness of the noodles, the shell makes a crisp "chacha" sound when biting, the two textures and the layered taste make this duck oil crispy biscuits full of strange deliciousness.

Yuan Zhou didn't drink a sip of water, he just ate three pieces.

At this time, outside the small shop in Yuanzhou, there was an early line up again, and these were of course attracted by the strands of duck oil crispy biscuits that filled the air.

On both sides of the line, there was a tacit understanding of hawkers in a circle.

"There is iced soy milk, steamed buns."

"Selling soy milk fritters~"

"Fa cake, fragrant and sweet hair cake, and millet porridge~"

"Drinks, all kinds of drinks."

One after another, there is an endless stream of hawking sounds, and these all have a common feature, that is, they all drink, and the majority of them drink.

Because the Yuanzhou store only had watermelon juice, it didn't provide it in the morning, and these very discerning hawkers sold all kinds of drinks around the Yuanzhou store.

"Every day I think about what Boss Yuan is hiding and eating." A diner in the back said anxiously.

"No, Boss Yuan closes the door every day and cooks delicious food inside, so I can't sleep well." Wu Hai scratched his head in front of him, echoing in dissatisfaction.

"You can sleep with the window closed." He waited impatiently, pointed at Wu Hai's wide open window, and said unceremoniously.

"Shut up.

" Wu Hai said succinctly and clearly.

"You can also drive on the other side of your house, and the scenery there is good." Manman said very well.

The window of Wu Hai was facing Yuanzhou's second floor, where he could easily see Yuanzhou's small shop, and even smell the fragrance.

Speaking of which, the basic weight of the residents living here recently has increased because they are hungry.

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"Xiaoyun, how long does your boss have to open the door?" the diners beside him urged.

"It should be right away." Mu Xiaoyun raised his hand, looked at the cartoon watch in his hand, and affirmed that Boss Yuan was very punctual.

As soon as Mu Xiaoyun's voice fell, the closed door really remembered the sound of "crashing".

Yuan Zhou was no longer surprised by the people lining up outside the door, so he naturally turned around and returned to the counter to prepare biscuits.

"Boss Yuan, I made delicious food again today." The diners asked impatiently when they entered the door.

"Yes, yes, is there a new product coming out?" The diner calls himself a new product expert, well-informed, and will arrive every time a new product is released.

"You won't know if you look at the menu." The impatient Wu Hai sat down and turned to look at the menu.

"Duck oil crispy biscuits: 98/piece, this is a new dish." Wu Hai asked.

"Yes, one person is limited to one." Yuanzhou specifically explained, after all, he ate another one just before the door opened, and there were only ninety-six left.

"It's salty or sweet." New product experts are more concerned about this issue.

"It's salty and umami." Yuanzhou answered every question.

"A sesame cake." Before Yuan Zhou could finish his words, Wu Hai immediately said.

"Hold on."

This time, the people behind reacted and rushed to speak, all of which were biscuits.

At this time, Wu Hai had already eaten it.

As an artist, sometimes he is also a behavioral artist. For example, Wu Hai likes to eat with his hands when he has chopsticks.

Hold it in one hand, put the other hand under the chin subconsciously, and catch it in a virtual way, for fear that the sesame seeds on the biscuits and the bitten biscuits will fall.

Everyone who got the biscuits to eat almost did this action subconsciously.

The girls are more gentle and use their own napkins, while the men are more casual, either using a plate to catch it, or using the same hands as Wu Hai.

It is common sense to eat this kind of multi-layered biscuits, and the crumbs will fall off.

However, they soon discovered that these common senses didn't work in Yuanzhou Xiaodian.

The duck oil crispy biscuits made by Yuanzhou made a "chacha" sound every time they took a bite, while the inner layer was soft, with distinct layers visible to the naked eye, with a slight heat.

Moreover, the bite is neat, and there is no slag at all. Even the sesame on the skin sticks to it obediently.

The people inside were eating, the queues outside were anxiously waiting, and the smell made people even more anxious.

"The aroma is really appealing, and it also smells of chopped green onion." The diners in the queue stretched their necks and said while watching.

"Stop talking, my stomach is screaming." The other one was completely different, standing honestly and never looking at those who were eating.

"I'm not in a hurry." The man stood up and smiled embarrassedly.

"I'm in a hurry, there are still a few people left, it's almost time." This man didn't know whether to comfort himself or others.

At this time, Wu Hai, who had already finished eating, stood by and did not leave, silently counting something in his mouth.

After a while, Yuan Zhou said, "One hundred have been sold out today, please come early next time."

"God, I just stood here and smelled the fragrance for a long time, and my saliva was all over the place." He said speechlessly, who didn't make it.

The hawker who saw the opportunity outside began to shout again.

"Fragrant big meat buns, there are also vegetables."

I couldn't stand it because I was hungry, so I turned around and went to buy buns. This is not a day off, and I have to go to work soon.

"Wait, Boss Yuan, I find that you don't have a hundred every time you say a hundred. What's going on?" Wu Hai stood up and said affirmatively.

Wu Hai's words caught the attention of those who had not left.

"Well, there are ninety-six in total." Yuan Zhou said frankly.

"Where did the other four go?" Wu Hai asked in surprise.

"I ate." Yuan Zhou said more sincerely.

"Boss Yuan, how can you use our stuff to support yourself? This habit is too scary." Wu Hai was shocked at first, and then pointed at Yuan Zhou with a heartbroken expression.

"I did it." Yuan Zhou didn't understand Wu Hai's thinking, he said solemnly with a sullen face.

"Then what you eat can't be counted in a hundred." Wu Hai thought about it and changed his words.

"This is the rule. I'm a good-looking man who obeys the rules." Yuan Zhou said the rules, always serious.

As soon as these words came out, Wu Hai and the others were collectively speechless. They had experienced the difficulty of making Yuanzhou change the rules many times...

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