The familiar old neighbors on the ancient street started buying supper from Lin Ruifeng again, which made him very happy because it was a kind of recognition of him.

People are always like this, and when they gain a sense of identity, they can stimulate potential that they may not even know.

Lin Ruifeng was very serious. After the teppanyaki heat, he quickly prepared dinner for the merchants and delivered it to the stalls one by one. The lively atmosphere before the night market started seemed to indicate that Lin Ruifeng's business will be good today, which is a good sign.

Ma Xiaolong looked at Lin Ruifeng's busyness and saw that the merchant owners went to him to buy food.

This scene seemed to be a warning, which sounded the alarm for him, making Ma Xiaolong realize that perhaps his barbecue fried rice was not invincible, but there were still many problems.

When Ma Xiaolong also set up the stall, he had already roasted the rotating barbecue and the iron plate was already hot.

A figure appeared in front of Ma Xiaolong's stall: "May I ask, is it open now?"

Ma Xiaolong raised his head and saw the person standing in front of the stall asking. He was a woman of a little age but with a very spiritual and extraordinary temperament.

Out of the habits developed in foreign restaurants, Ma Xiaolong immediately responded to the other party: "Good evening, madam, it's open now. I don't know what you want to buy?"

The woman glanced around and looked at the huge rotating barbecue that was being roasted and asked, "Is barbecue OK now?"

Ma Xiaolong immediately said: "Yes, madam, the barbecue was actually roasted before I came over. I reheat it here. If you want to order one now, I can make a barbecue fried rice for you immediately. It is the specialty of my place."

The woman nodded: "Okay, then let's have a barbecue fried rice."

Ma Xiaolong agreed and said, "Okay, please wait."

Then Ma Xiaolong was quick to pick the appropriate barbecue from the rotating barbecue, and stir-fry the fried rice on the iron plate first. As usual, add Ma Xiaolong’s exclusive fried rice sauce and stir-fry evenly. Finally, mix the picked barbecue into the fried rice.

After frying, put the fried rice into the prepared kraft paper box.

Finally, drizzle some lemon juice on top and pat some chopped green onion as an embellishment. Then seal the cutter of the kraft paper box.

Ma Xiaolong was quick-witted and had no unnecessary nonsense. He just cooked himself until he handed the finished boxed barbecue fried rice to the woman in front of the stall.

"Madam, this is your fried rice, please enjoy it slowly, thank you."

The woman took the fried rice, paid the money, and turned around and walked towards the Lin Ruifeng stall next door.

Seeing this scene, Ma Xiaolong didn't feel anything wrong. After all, over the past period of time, even many videos on the Internet have been introduced. It is best to pair it with the crepe wontons from Lin Ruifeng's stall next door. Many customers do the same.

So Ma Xiaolong didn't take it seriously at all and continued to be busy with his own affairs in front of the stall.

The woman walked to Lin Ruifeng's stall and also observed it and said, "Give me a fried rice."

Lin Ruifeng didn’t notice who was standing in front of the stall?

When Lin Ruifeng heard the other party order fried rice, he immediately responded: "Okay, do you have to have a heavier or lighter taste? Do you need chili? We have various combinations of char siu, roast goose, roast duck, etc. Do you need to match it? Also, do you want to add chopped green onion?"

The woman standing in front of the stall was stunned. She seemed to have not expected that Lin Ruifeng would ask so many questions in just a few seconds.

The woman thought for a while and said, "Don't put chopped green onions, the taste is a little lighter. You should not eat too heavy when you are old. Pair some goose meat, but don't be too fat and greasy. Try not to put too oily fried rice. Oh, by the way, don't put chili peppers."

When Lin Ruifeng was waiting for the other party to answer, he actually started preparing. After listening to the other party's answer, he also started to fry the rice while repeating: "Don't have chopped green onions and chili, the taste should be lighter, not greasy, and put less goose meat, right?"

The woman in front of the stall responded: "Yes, that's the case, how long does it take to wait?"

Lin Ruifeng did not stop and said while fried rice: "It's OK soon, a few minutes."

Next, the woman standing in front of the stall watched Lin Ruifeng's hands flew on the iron plate. In the blink of an eye, a portion of iron plate fried rice was fried. According to her request, she did not add chopped green onions and chili, and even Lin Ruifeng did not add the iron plate fried rice sauce, but copied a very light fried rice.

Finally, Lin Ruifeng asked when he was about to be released from the pot: "By the way, are you eating here or packing?"

The woman immediately said, "Just eat here."

Hearing the other party say this, Lin Ruifeng quickly put the fried rice on a plate, arranged the sliced ​​goose meat, put the plum sauce aside, and handed a plate of fried rice that looked very elegant to the woman in front of the stall.

Looking at such a plate of fried rice, the woman standing in front of the stall was a little surprised.

Although it looks very light and doesn't even look like tin plate fried rice, the fragrance from the shop is still very attractive.

The woman paid, picked up the fried rice given by Lin Ruifeng, and turned around and walked towards the location in the small market.

When the woman turned around and walked towards the tables in the small market, Zhao Daxia saw the kraft cardboard box on the woman's hand. She quickly hit Lin Ruifeng with her elbow and said, "Look, the woman just now also bought a fried rice from Ma Xiaolong next door. Who is this? Why did she buy two?"

As soon as Zhao Daxia reminded him, Lin Ruifeng quickly looked over and noticed that the woman had two fried rice in her hand.

When I think about the woman's voice carefully, Lin Ruifeng suddenly thought of who the woman was.

It was the one who should be the "master aunt" but when they met for the first time, they had to ask Lin Ruifeng to call her "master aunt", Shi Jiahui.

After guessing the other party's identity, Lin Ruifeng suddenly realized that the formal competition had begun.

Then he became nervous in an instant, constantly recalling his performance just now, thinking about whether there was something wrong with him or something wrong with him?

After a while, Lin Ruifeng was photographed awakened.

"Ah? Is there anything wrong with my aunt?"

Zhao Daxia looked at Lin Ruifeng who was shocked and asked, "What's wrong with you? Xiaolin, are you okay? I'm not your aunt, I'm your aunt Zhao. Someone has bought food, so hurry up and make it for others."

Lin Ruifeng immediately came to his senses when he heard this and glanced at the person waiting in front of the stall. He was also awakened.

Regardless of whether he made a mistake or not, whether he would be satisfied in the end, Lin Ruifeng understood that he did not have the chance to do it again, so he could only continue to be himself.

A smile appeared on his face immediately, and Lin Ruifeng cordially asked the guests in front of the stall.

"What do you need to order? What's the taste? Do you want chili? Can chopped green onions be added? Do you need to add char siu? Or roast goose or roast duck? Don't be too greasy..."

Lin Ruifeng has now formed a habit. As long as someone stands in front of the stall, he will ask the other party in this way. Whether the other party wants fried rice, noodles, or even a bowl of crepe wontons, he will always ask the other party’s tastes and preferences very carefully.

Shi Jiahui sat there, looked at Lin Ruifeng, and vaguely heard Lin Ruifeng's inquiry, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly and smiled.

Next, Shi Jiahui opened the kraft paper box and released the barbecue fried rice that turned into rice balls from it.

After carefully looking at the rice balls pressed out of the kraft paper box, Shi Jiahui had to admit that this gimmick is indeed very interesting, and it looks like rice balls when holding it in your hands. And it tastes very convenient. If you take a little care, you won’t get oil stains on your body and don’t even need to wash your hands.

In contrast, Lin Ruifeng used a plate to serve fried rice, which seemed a bit old-fashioned.

In terms of appearance, Ma Xiaolong still has to gain some advantage, and it is not difficult to understand why his business is so good during this period?

Next, Shi Jiahui tasted the taste more seriously and compared the tastes of the two families.

As a chef, Shi Jiahui naturally ate both portions of fried rice. After eating, she took out a handkerchief and wiped her mouth. After looking at the two portions of fried rice carefully, she stood up and left the small market without saying a word. She had no extra communication with anyone throughout the whole process.

When Lin Ruifeng finished his work and looked up to find Shi Jiahui, he found that the person had left.

Seeing his uncle leave, Lin Ruifeng was still a little disappointed and worried.

I couldn't help but wonder: Are you dissatisfied with me? Whose fried rice is better with me or Ma Xiaolong?

These worries were soon diluted by the hot business.

This night, Ma Xiaolong's business was still very popular.

Whether it is the women who come for Ma Xiaolong's appearance, or the young people who have watched videos on the Internet and come here to check in as an internet celebrity, Ma Xiaolong's business is extremely popular. And as night falls, Ma Xiaolong's stall is almost surrounded.

Of course, it is also due to Ma Xiaolong's reputation that many people line up to buy the crepe wontons on Lin Ruifeng.

In the eyes of the merchants in the ancient street, Lin Ruifeng and Ma Xiaolong are there, so the night market business is naturally booming.

The hot business lasted until it was close to 0 points and it continued to be dull.

Before the 0 o'clock rings, some merchants at the night market have already started to close their stalls, and most of the owners who sell food have basically left.

The remaining Lin Ruifeng and Ma Xiaolong are also about to start preparing to close the stall.

Ma Xiaolong sold the last fried rice, and today it was another day when he sold everything.

As usual, he came to Lin Ruifeng's stall and ordered a fried rice and a bowl of crepe wontons.

Lin Ruifeng seemed to know that he would definitely come, and he would keep the last one of the daily portions for him, and handed him the last one of Ma Xiaolong. Lin Ruifeng's business also ended today.

Ma Xiaolong sat in the position opposite Lin Ruifeng's stall with fried rice and wontons.

"I'm so tired. I'm such a high-intensity business every day, do you know? This feeling makes me feel like I'm back to Chef Feng. When I was working with him to fight for Samsung, I also worked so hard every day, studying various dishes, and constantly improving them."

After taking a bite of fried rice, Ma Xiaolong chewed it carefully and swallowed the fried rice.

"Well, that's the feeling. When I'm busy until very late every day, I'll make an employee meal and eat it with Chef Feng and the staff of the restaurant. Sometimes it's fried rice, sometimes it's bread, and sometimes it's some vegetable pie. I miss that time very much."

When Lin Ruifeng heard Ma Xiaolong's words, he processed the last scraps left today on the iron plate, and also made a plate of late supper for himself, and took them to the opposite Ma Xiaolong to sit down.

Ma Xiaolong looked at the things on Lin Ruifeng's plate and couldn't help but say, "Wow, you're not particular about it. You have left so many good things for yourself, why don't you say you're giving me food?"

Lin Ruifeng was a little surprised: "Don't you want fried rice, don't char siu, don't meat, and then the taste should be light, and a bowl of crepe wontons without scallions? What's wrong now? Do you still regret it when you see me eating these scraps? But there is nothing you can do to regret, you have no need to eat."

As he said that, Lin Ruifeng protected the plate and did not give Ma Xiaolong the chance to reach out.

Seeing this scene, Ma Xiaolong laughed: "Hahaha, you kid are actually protecting food."

But after laughing, Ma Xiaolong suddenly thought of something. He looked at Lin Ruifeng in surprise: "You, how could you know that my fried rice at night does not require char siu and meat, and it does not require greasyness. And you actually remember that I don't have chopped green onion in my wontons?"

Without waiting for Lin Ruifeng to answer, Shen Qingluo walked into the small market and said, "Of course, Xiaolin will record the habits of familiar guests. You are like this every day, of course Xiaolin remembers it."

Ma Xiaolong did not turn his head to see Shen Qingluo, but stared at the fried rice and wontons in front of him.

For a moment, he seemed to have captured some information.

But those thoughts flashed through his mind and did not really care about Ma Xiaolong. It might be just a brief and fleeting thought.

Ma Xiaolong looked up at Lin Ruifeng and said, "I think you look a bit like Chef Feng."

Lin Ruifeng quickly waved his hand: "No, I'm still far from my master."

Ma Xiaolong continued to laugh: "Hahaha, you don't really think that I would think you can catch up with Chef Feng, right? In my opinion, Chef Feng is the top chef I have ever met so far. Not to mention you, there are probably not many people in the world who can catch up with him."
To be continued...