The chefs all took a deep breath. Ten thousand square miles, about the same size as City X.
They originally just wanted to use those few recipes and get a few restaurants for free. They didn't have to be big, just big enough to fit a few tables.
After all, no matter how tough they talk, they are not young anymore, they are too old to do the job.
Who knew that this silly boy would directly acquire 10,000 square kilometers of land and build basic facilities on the land.
Moreover, those recipes are all low-tech recipes, coming from all over the world, and none of them have anything to do with China.
Why do I feel a little guilty?
"Enough! Enough!"
"You're so generous, so I can't be stingy either. Was that crab roe bun delicious?"
"tasty!"
"Then I'll sell you the recipe for the crab roe buns. It's just the recipe. These crab roe buns are from China. Don't change their origins."
"No, no, in the food world, changing the source of a recipe is illegal."
Wei He shook his hands frantically and sucked his saliva.
The crab roe bun was so delicious, it was a pity that I only had one.
"I promise that when we sell these foods, we will label them as coming from another world."
The chefs nodded in satisfaction.
Wei He's situation was settled, and the rest of the people came over immediately.
"Master, do you sell that Kung Fu? It's the Kung Fu that makes people fly."
"Ask those young people about this; they're in charge."
"Thank you, Master."
After expressing their gratitude, these people surrounded Zhao Siqi.
After sending the waiter away, Wu Jiang touched his stomach and found it a little empty. He only ate a bite after all the busy work. The worst off was Xu Jun, who didn't get to eat a single bite.
The soldiers who were responsible for protecting them probably didn't have much to eat, so they simply rushed to the stove to make the fire bigger and cook a pot of rice.
Zhao Siqi was also thinking about whether the kung fu that makes people fly is a kind of kung fu that requires borrowing force, like the light kung fu, or a kind of kung fu like cultivating immortals that can take off directly as long as there is magic power.
Or in the high-level martial arts world, if one cultivates to a certain level, one can fly.
If you don’t know, just ask.
"Someone, tell me how your Lord Bizhu flies?"
"Flying is flying, how else can I fly?"
People in the food world couldn't understand what Zhao Siqi said.
Well, since they didn’t understand, Zhao Siqi simply demonstrated it to them.
The sword behind him flew up and stopped in mid-air. Zhao Siqi jumped lightly, stood on the sword, and then flew a few circles in the sky.
After putting away the flying sword, Zhao Siqi faced a group of stunned people.
A large man stammered, "You...you fly so...so easily."
Zhao Siqi demonstrated it, and these people understood what Zhao Siqi meant.
"Master Bi Zhu's flying is not so easy. I don't know the principle behind Master Bi Zhu's flying, but I know that every time Master Bi Zhu takes off, there is a big hole under his feet."
There is a big pit!
Zhao Siqi understood that this was either a light skill or a high-level martial arts skill that had not been mastered yet.
Since Bi Zhu didn't seize such a good business opportunity, or simply didn't want to seize it, he would not be polite.
The people in this world are like gourmet plants. They all have strong bodies and can see immediate results when they practice Kung Fu.
"Of course I have some techniques for sale. There are techniques that borrow strength, techniques that consume Qi and blood, and techniques like the one I just mentioned. It all depends on your choice."
"Of course I choose your kind!"
Wei He was busy preparing the recipe just now. He stood outside the crowd and jumped around shouting at Zhao Siqi.
Zhao Siqi smiled and said, "Of course I can do this, but this technique is the best I have, and it requires talent. Why don't you test your talent first?"
"Test! I test! I, Wei He, have been gifted since childhood. I must have talent."
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