Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 1022 Ome is a Village Flower

Ren Sining is the village flower of Yangjia Village, and she is also the most beautiful and famous in several nearby villages.

She and Yang Song are still classmates, the kind of childhood sweethearts who don't know each other well.

Back then, when Ren Sining walked past Yang Song's class, all the boys slapped the table and whistled.

Including Jansson.

Boys of that age seem to love this kind of conformity.

It's just that after graduating from high school, Yang Song didn't see Ren Sining much.

Seeing her again suddenly, Qingmei was still so beautiful. In an instant, Yang Song felt that he had returned to his high school days.

At that time, it was fine.

"What do you want me to do?" Yang Song asked again.

Ren Sining looked very shy, his face was flushed, and he was also very nervous, with one hand pinching the hem of the skirt and the other on his chest, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't, even the tip of his nose turned red in a hurry.

"Don't worry, speak slowly." Yang Song remembered that he didn't seem to have talked to Ren Sining much in high school, and she didn't seem to be such a shy girl in memory.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" He was simply too understanding.

Ren Sining took a deep breath, summoned up his courage, looked at him and said, "Yang Song, you, why did you want to kill me?"

Yang Song was a little surprised: "Did you misunderstand? I didn't. How many years have we not seen each other?"

Ren Sining lowered his head, coquettishly: "It makes me blame you for liking you."

Caught off guard, Yang Song: ...

After ten seconds of silence, Ren Sining raised his head: "Is there nothing you want to tell me?"

She even stepped forward, wanting to hold Yang Song's hand: "I liked you a long time ago, and I wrote you a love letter when I was in high school, but you never replied to me."

Qingmei felt wronged.

Yang Song was surprised that the campus goddess back then would like him, "When did you write me a love letter?"

He hadn't seen it.

"A New Year's card for you, I'm writing to wish you a Happy New Year."

Yang Song blinked: "What do you mean?"

"I'm writing about you." Ren Sining said.

"Did not notice."

"You really don't know what you mean?" Ren Sining was anxious.

"You are a respectful title, often used for elders." Meng Shihan appeared at some point, stopped Yang Song, took his arm and said, "Mom and Dad are looking for you, it's time to go back."

Yang Song was taken away by his fiancee.

Without pulling back to the table, Meng Shihan pushed Yang Song into her room.

"Are you excited?"

"What nonsense?" Yang Song was innocent.

Meng Shihan sat in his arms, her jade face leaned in front of Yang Song: "Is she as beautiful as me?"

Ren Sining is a lilac flower, and Meng Shihan is a beautiful peony, there is no comparison between the two.

She took Yang Song's hand, caressed her long legs and slender waist, and finally stopped on Peach, and said, "Is she as tall as me?"

This is really not.

What green plum?What village flower?Yang Song had already forgotten about it.

Meng Shihan rarely put on lipstick today, and her flaming red lips attacked the city: "That means her soul is more interesting than mine?"

Yang Song, who couldn't keep his mouth open, came from behind: "You are the best!"

Miss what Ome?Wouldn't it be nice to have a fiancee with a more beautiful body, a more graceful body, and a hotter and more passionate attitude?
Yang Song brought his parents back to Los Angeles.

They arrived at the food street in the afternoon and almost thought they had come to the wrong place.

In the afternoon of the food street on weekdays, it is not the opening time of Baifengge, and it is usually very deserted.

Today is very lively?

"Why are there so many people?" Old Fourth Yang was surprised.

"I don't know, I'll go ahead and check the situation." Yang Song said.

Someone has sharp eyes.

"It's Brother Song, Brother Song is back!"

"It's really Brother Song."

"Brother Song, you're finally back, I'm starving and skinny."

"Come back, don't leave, we miss you, Brother Song."

……

Yang Song also saw someone holding a big iron lock, the kind that can lock a truck, so scared that Yang Song almost didn't turn around and run.

"What are you doing?"

"Brother Song, do you know how long you have been home?"

The person who asked the question was actually Meng Wan in a suit, but he used the tone of questioning a criminal suspect in a TVB drama.

Yang Song wanted to explain something in an instant.

Fortunately, he has never done anything bad in his life.

"A week? No, I've only been at home for six days."

Meng Wan began to pull his hair: "What do you mean it's only six days?"

"That's eighteen meals, eighteen meals, eighteen meals!"

No wonder so many people are holding eighteen signboards today.

Fortunately, it was broad daylight, otherwise the blood-red lights would have been scary.

Yang Song said again: "The business will officially start tomorrow, everyone go back and rest."

"I try my best to promise that I won't ask for leave for so long in the future, but I don't think it's actually that..."

The one behind Yang Song couldn't speak for a long time.

Stared at by the resentful eyes of the whole street, his back felt a little hairy.

The grievances of the foodies are too wide to be feared.

"New dishes tomorrow!"

As if he really felt sorry for everyone, Yang Song raised a big smile: "There will be new dishes the day after tomorrow, and the tail of summer is about to slip away. It's time to order new dishes."

After six days of starvation, the foodies with green eyes are very reserved:
"How many days?"

"How many new dishes are you serving?"

"Is it one dish every day? Or one dish at every meal?"

"Is there a time limit and a limit on the number of copies?"

"Have you considered extending the business hours?"

……

Li Qingti actually took a notebook and asked for a tick and a small check mark.

It is very important to ask.

Yang Song: I hate those of you who write novels the most.

"There will be at least one new dish every day, and new ones will be available for the next ten consecutive days. Don't worry, I have arranged at least twenty dishes here, and the portions are basically standard. As for the time limit, it depends on the specific situation!"

Depending on the circumstances, the opening hours may be extended.

Baifeng Pavilion will serve twenty new dishes at once, which is a big deal.

Someone called on the spot:

"Honey, hurry up and come back from Chuan Jianguo's hometown, Brother Song is back with new dishes, twenty dishes, twenty dishes!"

"What's the matter? So what if it's a few hundred million? Brother Song is making new dishes, let the stupid boss do it himself."

"Call my son back and say every day that he can't eat anymore, let him see what real food is."

"I know that the company is my own, but Brother Song has [-] new dishes. This is a summer special. It is very likely that he will not make it in autumn."

"Can't you ask for leave? It's such a big deal to eat, and your boss doesn't agree with you asking for leave! Fire him!"

……

Yang Song, who could barely be considered a capitalist, thought it was too scary. Fortunately, Shen Huaizhao didn't plan to fire him. Meng Shijia is a brother-in-law, and he is not qualified to ask for leave or resign.

"There is one more thing, that is, in the first three days, it was only open in the morning."

The well-dressed Meng Wan summoned a baseball bat: "Brother Song, I didn't hear you clearly. What you mean is that in the next three days, let us eat two less meals a day, which adds up to six meals!"

"I didn't arrange this on purpose. My parents have come to Los Angeles and I have to show them around."

With three meals open, Yang Song couldn't take care of his parents.

"Well, I'm sorry, after the past three days, the cakes of Baifeng Pavilion will also be available online. I guarantee that everyone will be able to eat the cakes."

(End of this chapter)