Chapter 2006 Pay if You Want to Eat Porridge

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Tuska glanced at Zhou Hao with some envy, and muttered, "Should I also worship Mr. Ye as my master?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Feng, who was opposite him, squinted his eyes: "Think beautifully!"

Immediately frightened, Tuska buried his head back in the bowl.

Of course, Leng Feng couldn't have Tasca Bai Yehong as his teacher.

After all, he is Ye Hong's apprentice in name. If his apprentice worships Ye Hong as his teacher, isn't he the same generation as Tasca?

This messy relationship is absolutely unacceptable!

Jiang Yi did not join this farce, but just ate three bowls of porridge in a row to make a fortune.

After being discovered by Tusca and Zhou Hao, it was inevitable that there would be another burst of robbery.

"Ding! Cooking skills are welcomed, cooking ability +1!"

But just as Ye Hong and others were feasting in the store, people passing by outside the store couldn't help but stop.

"Did you smell it?"

"Smell it, it smells so good!"

More and more people are attracted by the smell of porridge in the store.

In the beginning, it was just a neighbor, but gradually it became a person in Yantang Street. In the end, even people from other countries who came to Yantang Street could not help but enter the store.

Jiang Yi hurriedly explained to these people that this Drunkard Porridge was not for sale.

But this did not make them retreat, and there were more and more people in the store.

"Your porridge is so delicious, why do you only eat it yourself instead of selling it to us?!"

A dark-skinned woman asked in lame Yan Guo language.

Her voice immediately resonated.

Those people all stood in the store, refusing to leave, just wanting to eat a bowl of drunken man porridge as well.

When did so many people come to the lonely drunkard's residence?

All of a sudden, Jiang Yi was embarrassed.

He could only cast a glance at Ye Hong for help.

Ye Hong didn't drive these people away, but said lightly to them: "If you want to eat porridge, you can, just pay.

A bowl, one hundred li yuan. "

Li Yuan is the general currency of Lijian.

At today's exchange rate, one hundred yuan is roughly equivalent to six hundred yuan in national currency.

Even with the high consumption level of the country of Li Jian, one hundred Li Yuan is not something that can be taken out casually.

Not to mention, just for a bowl of porridge.

As soon as Ye Hong's words came out, there was a burst of dissatisfaction.

"Are you kidding? One hundred li per bowl of porridge?"

"Why don't you go grab it?!"

But these dissatisfied voices were drowned out by more refutations.

"Boss, don't listen to them, I'll give you one hundred li yuan first, hurry up and give me a bowl of porridge!"

"That's right, I'm willing to pay two hundred li, as long as you give me this magical porridge."

Under the suppression of many foodies, those dissatisfied voices were quickly squeezed out of the store.

However, Ye Hong, who was accidentally taken as the boss, walked into the back kitchen with a slight hook on the corner of his mouth.

He was still thinking about how to help Drunken House open up its business difficulties. Isn't this a wonderful opportunity?

Fire, cut, cook porridge...

After a tormented wait, everyone in the hall finally watched Ye Hong bring out another pot of drunken porridge.

It was still a familiar scent, which made the diners cry out strangely.

Jiang Yi and others immediately acted and distributed the porridge to those diners who paid.

Soon, the hall was devoured.

"This, this is the legendary Yan Kingdom food??"

"God, have I eaten all the soy all these years?"

"I'll pay three hundred li, please give me another bowl?"

"I'll pay five hundred dollars!"

As they ate, they were full of praise for the drunken man's porridge.