"Director, I'm sorry!"

After coming out of the "Fresh Pot" hot pot restaurant, Mu Yuhan apologized to Ye Rongyao.

I really didn’t know that this high-end hot pot restaurant actually used gutter oil, which made Mu Yuhan really embarrassed.

"Why apologize to me?"

Ye Rongyao looked at Mu Yuhan with some confusion and asked.

"I don't know that this hot pot restaurant uses gutter oil. If I knew it, I would never bring you there."

Mu Yuhan blushed and said embarrassedly.

"It's not your fault. You don't know that hot pot restaurant uses gutter oil. If you know, you won't go to eat it."

Ye Rongyao shook his head and said.

"Well, I'm so angry. I'm so angry that I'm now strangling the owner of that hot pot restaurant. I actually let me eat gutter oil that I've had for so long."

When I remembered that I used to eat gutter oil, Mu Yuhan became very angry.

Now Mu Yuhan even doubts whether he had acne on his face some time ago was caused by eating this hot pot containing gutter oil.

"Okay, let's go, I'll treat you to the food stall!"

Ye Rongyao pointed to a food stall on the side of the road and said to Mu Yuhan.

Hasn't eaten this supper yet, Ye Rongyao is hungry?

"Will it... be a little unhygienic?"

Mu Yuhan saw a food stall on the side of the road and said hesitantly.

After all, the food stalls on the roadside do not look very clean.

"Don't worry, although the environment here is not as good as those high-end places, the hygiene is no worse than them, at least you can see it."

Ye Rongyao said.

Although the food stalls on the side of the street look very unhygienic, in Ye Rongyao's opinion, this place is much more hygienic than those big hotels.

At the very least, the chef here cooks in front of you, whether the dishes are washed clean, whether they are fresh, whether the chef is hygienic, and whether the dishes you ordered have been dropped for you.

You can see clearly that what you can see in this way will taste hygienic.

Unlike in a big hotel, all the dishes are made in the kitchen. You don’t know if the expired vegetables are taken out of the refrigerator. If the chef is too busy, you don’t know if the chef is just using the water to cook the dishes.

Even some waiters and chefs are not qualified and spit some saliva in the dishes, you don’t know.

So when eating outside, Ye Rongyao still likes to eat in such a place where he can see it.

Although there is more dust in the air on the roadside stalls, these are always much cleaner than those things that you don’t see.

"Um!"

Since the dean said so, Mu Yuhan had to follow him.

However, this is Mu Yuhan's first visit to street stalls like this.

"Two, what do you want?"

The boss lady at the stall asked Ye Rongyao.

This is a husband-and-wife shop, and the one who cooks the food is the owner of this food stall, and the waiter is the owner's wife.

Many food stalls in China have this model, and the couple work hard to make money together.

"Give me a casserole, Yuhan, what do you want?"

Ye Rongyao asked Mu Yuhan.

"Give me a casserole, too."

Mu Yuhan said.

"Okay, two servings of casserole, what else do you want?"

The boss said, and the stall owner immediately set fire to the casserole.

"Give me a stir-frying screws and a stir-frying vegetables..."

Ye Rongyao ordered a few dishes and sat down with Mu Yuhan.

Because it is still early and there are few customers, a few things that Ye Rongyao ordered soon came up.

"Try it, the things on this street stall tasted bad either."

Ye Rongyao said to Mu Yuhan with a smile.

From Mu Yuhan's expression, Ye Rongyao could see that she had never eaten at such a street stall.

“It tastes really good!”

After eating the seafood casserole, Mu Yuhan couldn't help but praise him.

The casserole here tastes really good, and it is better than what I eat in those high-end restaurants.

“It’s delicious!”

Ye Rongyao picked up a piece of fish ball and ate it. The casserole in this food stall was very good and tasted very delicious.

The key is that these foods are very fresh. As a god chef, Ye Rongyao can eat them without identification. They are very fresh.

The oil used is also a golden dragon fish that meets the standards.

Ye Rongyao has used "identification technique" to identify this, so there will be no problem.

Sometimes this is the case. The people who make hard money on the streets abide by morality and laws. The rich and unscrupulous businessmen have the richer they are, the darker they are.

"Yeah, it's delicious!"

Mu Yuhan nodded and said.

In the past, Mu Yuhan despised the food on this street stall very much and felt it was unhygienic.

Now that I think about it, I understand that the really delicious food is actually on these street stalls.

Those hotels and restaurants that look very high-end and very hygienic may not be cleaner than the food on street stalls.

At least, what you told your dean, you can at least see here. Eat what you make under your nose, and no one will spit on the food.

In those high-end hotel kitchens, the chef spits into the dishes, who can guarantee that there is no one?

This "gutter oil" incident made Mu Yuhan doubt those high-end dietary occasions.

"If it's delicious, eat more!"

Ye Rongyao said with a smile.

"Yingying, Qiqi, let's eat casserole here! I've eaten this restaurant and it's delicious!"

Hu Ning said to Zhang Yuying and the others.

"good!"

Zhang Yuying nodded and said.

"Please sit here!"

When the business came, the food stall owner enthusiastically invited Hu Ning and the others to sit down at the table next to Ye Rongyao.

"Um!"

Zhang Yuying's eyes swept over Ye Rongyao's body, and she couldn't help but frown.

This person looks so familiar, I must have seen him somewhere!

But Zhang Yuying can't remember where she has seen her.

"What's wrong with Yingying?"

Hu Ning asked Zhang Yuying in confusion.

"nothing?"

Zhang Yuying shook her head and said.

People who can't even remember it must be "passerby A" or something, so there is no need to pay more attention.

"Boss, three casseroles, and a few skewers of grilled lamb!"

Hu Ning shouted to the stall owner.

This is the convenience of eating at this street stall. Just sit on the table and shout.

"Director, do you know that woman?"

Just now, Zhang Yuying's eyes paused on Ye Rongyao's face. As a woman, she was naturally sensitive, Mu Yuhan discovered through her intuition that woman knew Ye Rongyao.

"I met once!"

Ye Rongyao nodded and said.

In fact, when Zhang Yuying approached this food stall, Ye Rongyao recognized her. She was the girl she had met on the overpass.
To be continued...