The night wind itself is good enough, and now it has reached the level of the golden immortal, washing it again and again, the appearance is no different.

It is not an exaggeration to use this person to describe him only as being in the sky, but rather appropriate, because at his level, if he hadn't had a bigger task, he really should fly to the immortal world.

Although Ye Feng has changed his appearance, it just makes his acquaintances unrecognizable, and has no effect on his appearance.

In this way, among the people present, it is a man who only envy and jealousy, but cannot hate it.

If you change to the earth, there should be a group of beauties running up to ask for a phone number, but this is not it. It is hard for women to be conservative and stare intently.

Not long after, a middle-aged woman came forward and asked with a little excitement: "This son, do you want to eat or stay in a restaurant?"

Hearing the sound of Ye Feng, he turned his eyes to the questioner. The person who came was not someone else, but the head of the Zealot Sect who pretended to be beside Liu Yiyi, the Zealot Master, whom he had met before.

When he came in, Ye Feng was still thinking that this might be a branch opened by the God of Cookery. It now appears that 100% of the God of Cookery has moved to the capital.

Ye Feng was also a little surprised. The Master of Death would get excited too when he saw him. It was not like that back then.

Did you recognize yourself?

Ye Feng thought so, but didn't delve into it. It doesn't matter if he recognizes it, it doesn't matter if he says it out, it's just that the news is not good at this restaurant, and nothing else.

Thinking about it this way, Yefeng didn't take it seriously, and said indifferently: "Eat."

"Okay, I'll take you to the seat." With a smile, the dead heart teacher led the way and led the night wind to a relatively quiet box.

This box was a bit quieter, which was inconsistent with Ye Feng's original intention to listen to the news, so he couldn't help but look around.

Seeing Ye Feng's appearance, the Master of Death Heart couldn't help asking, "Don't you like it?"

"Well, I prefer to be lively, let's sit outside." After speaking, Ye Feng walked to a table in the center and sat down.

There are eight tables around this table, and four of them have people. This is also because it was still morning and there was no meal.

If the gang is slowed down, the seats will definitely be full. Ye Feng still has confidence in the cooking skills of the female food **** Liu Yiyi, even his land is not bad.

Seeing that Ye Feng was seated, Shi Tai did not say much.

"I don't know what the son is going to eat?" Master Zeus asked too, but Yanqing did not leave Ye Feng's face from beginning to end.

"Clear soup noodles, boiled cabbage, Mapo tofu, I want the female cook girl to make it herself." Ye Feng chooses simple points, and according to the old rules, first pays the fee.

However, as soon as the name of his dish was reported, Master Shitai smiled, "Such a simple dish is easy to make, but it is more difficult to make delicious than rich in ingredients. This is a test of Yiyi’s craftsmanship, son. ."

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but projected over. Those who came to eat so early, in modern terms, most of them are **** fans of this shop.

In addition, the consumption level of God of Cookery is very high, and most people who come to eat here are rich or expensive.

Seeing that Ye Feng reported these dishes, it was obviously intended to test Liu Yiyi's cooking skills, so naturally I had to take a look.

Ye Feng did not deny that she meant this, "Girl Yiyi is known as the **** of food, she has the ability to turn decay into magic. Isn't it a problem?"

"No, no." The Death Master smiled too much, and asked: "That's it?"

"And that's all!"

"Wait a minute." The dead heart teacher walked away too, and headed to the kitchen.

That is, as soon as he left, there was a sound of discussion.

"Come to the God of Cookery to find faults, but I came to the wrong place." A eater said so, but his expression was not sarcasm, but sympathy.

The other person also looked at Ye Feng with sympathy, and said: "Brother, I came here to eat because I didn't believe in evil, and I came here to eat with the heart to make things difficult, but I have since embarked on the road of no return."

"How do you tell?" Ye Feng is also more willing to communicate with people because of the mind of listening to public opinion. Seeing someone take the initiative to speak to himself, there is no reason to be unreasonable.

"Oh, I'm taken over by food. I want to come here as soon as I get a meal, but my family doesn't allow me to eat here all the time. Even the disciples of girl Yiyi can't make it, but I would rather not eat it if I don’t eat here. , I also developed a problem with no meal, and therefore my stomach always hurts.

Speaking of this, the man couldn’t help but took a large amount of food into the mouth, and then said: “Now, I only hope that the business can grow a little bit, but this business is getting harder and harder to do. There has always been such a meal without a single meal."

"Huh?" Ye Feng seemed to smell something. "Business is difficult? No? After the new emperor became the throne, Da Sui's tax revenue is not heavy, how can business be difficult? Because of the high competition?"

"Hehe, no matter how great the competition is, the business will grow bigger and bigger after a long period of time. The tax is low, and it really benefits the people. But these are not worthy of collusion between the government and the business. There is no relationship with the government, and the business is difficult to do, especially Capital."