Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 1025 Son, You Are Too Dark
In the evening, Yang Song was waiting to watch the travel plan with Meng Shihan and Shen Huaizhao.

I have to say that these travel plans are well done.

Traveling, as long as the money is in place, to be honest, it is rare to have a bad time.

Yang Song is not short of money.

He was afraid of scaring his parents.

"Get rid of those projects that touch helicopters and cruise ships, Shihan, you accompany your parents around Los Angeles, I will cook for you for two days first, otherwise I am worried that they will gnaw at the door of Baifeng Pavilion."

Yang Song saw Li Ke and Li Qingti yesterday researching what kind of sauce should be dipped in the tables, chairs and benches of Baifeng Pavilion.

"I think the steps should be dipped in peanut butter."

"Door plaque dipped in mayonnaise."

"Actually, you can also try yogurt sauce."

"I think blueberry sauce should be tried too."

……

While chatting, they looked at Yang Song with weird eyes, which made Yang Song unable to suppress goosebumps even standing in front of the grill.

"If they don't open the shop, they will eat people."

This is Yang Song's most intuitive feeling.

The next day, Baifeng Pavilion officially opened for business.

Yang Song ran back to the food street from the outside, almost not frightened.

Now the 1000-meter-long food street is waving red flags and firing firecrackers. As soon as Yang Song appeared, the red carpet was spread to his toes.

"Welcome Brother Song to officially return!" Liu Wenwu beamed, as if celebrating the new year.

In fact, everyone in the food street was laughing, especially those who had already lined up for breakfast.

That's right, even with the welcome ceremony, their team wasn't in the slightest disorder.

Another group of people came to present flowers to Yang Song with flowers in their hands.

"Brother Song, welcome back, I've been motivated to get up again from now on!"

"From now on, every morning has meaning again."

Yang Song was speechless looking at the food street covered in red and hanging colors: If there is another bridal sedan chair, I thought this group of people would marry by force.

"Brother Song, are you happy to see us all?"

"Are you surprised?"

"Do you have the feeling of wanting to last forever?"

Yang Song: "Don't say it, I feel like a wedding vow."

A group of people smiled and laughed at Yang Song.

Yang Song laughed so hard that he wanted to rub his arms again: "What are you trying to do? Why do I think there is a conspiracy?"

"Brother Song, actually we don't want to do anything, we just want you to sign a guarantee." Meng Wan came out with a briefcase.

"What letter of guarantee?" He hadn't signed Meng Shihan yet.

"Brother Song, since you left, we all miss you very much, and seeing each other every day is like three autumns."

"Yes, I don't regret it as the belt gets wider and wider, and it makes people haggard because of Yixiao."

"Brother Song, you can't leave all of us for so long in the future."

Yang Song also felt sorry, indeed many figures in the crowd became much slimmer.

"Last time, something happened in my hometown." Yang Song explained again, "I won't leave everyone behind for no reason."

"Brother Song, you can't go for that long? How many autumns has it been?"

"It's been years."

Yang Song was a little bit amused by their serious Versailles style: "Don't make trouble, isn't this coming back?"

"Brother Song, you have to sign a guarantee for all of us, and you must never leave for more than three days in the future."

"Yes, we can all go hungry for three days, drink more water, and the sad days will pass, but you really can't walk for another seven or eight days."

Yang Songdao: "You don't have to come to Baifeng Pavilion for every meal, it's good to have a change of taste once in a while."

He does not advocate coming to Baifeng Pavilion for three meals a day, otherwise he will be exhausted.

The foodies covered their hearts one by one, feeling extremely heartbroken, as if Qin Xianglian was abandoned by Chen Shimei:

"Brother Song, don't you want us?"

"I despise us."

"Don't want us to come."

"It's so sad, I can't live anymore."

……

Yang Song couldn't take it anymore when a group of rough men rushed at him, "Okay, come if you want."

What else can he do?
The big man Wenjiu took out the rope again, who knows whose neck he will tie the rope this time?

Yang Song said: "Excuse me, I have to prepare breakfast."

"Brother Song, you've worked hard and are exhausted."

The crowd dispersed, and someone actually carried the sedan chair.

The bridal sedan chair carried by 16 people is quite luxurious, rich in gold and jade, and can be called a handicraft.

Yang Song said: "Actually, I like walking."

Who knew that a slender hand stretched out from the sedan chair, and hooked its fingers at Yang Song.

Beautiful woman's red crispy hands.

"Brother Song, go!"

Yang Song smiled helplessly, and holding hands as beautiful as lotus flowers, he got into the sedan chair, and there was indeed Meng Shihan in a red cheongsam sitting inside.

"Why are you messing around with them?"

Meng Shihan sat in Yang Song's arms, hugging his shoulders and said: "Everyone misses you, so I prepared these, don't let them down, let's have fun for a while, otherwise they will be hungry for seven or eight days and have nothing to eat. I don’t know what kind of sideshow we’re going to do.”

Yang Song remembered that Liu Wenwu said he would take him on a parade.

It was the style similar to the number one scholar parading the streets, and Yang Song refused at that time.

There are also people clamoring for a fireworks ceremony to turn Los Angeles into a city that never sleeps.

Use huge fireworks to display titles such as "We Love Song Ge", "Welcome Song Ge", and "Song Ge is the cutest".

Not to mention those clamoring to hire helicopters to hang the banners.

Yang Song was convinced.

"Let them carry the sedan chair."

Anyway, the food street is not long.

That morning, Yang Song, who had been sitting in a sedan chair, looked at the crowds of foodies in front of Baifeng Pavilion, and sighed at the blue sky and white clouds.

"Huai Zhao, issue twice as many number plates and tell them that no more is breakfast, and I can't make it."

The grand scene in front of the gate of Baifeng Pavilion is a group of diners jumping into the swimming pool with a lot of banknotes, and someone stops them: "Don't jump, don't jump, the pool can't hold it."

Fortunately, the breakfast he prepared today was beef noodles with roujiamo.

There are two kinds of fillings for Roujiamo, green pepper beef, and green pepper bean curd, one meat and one vegetarian, each person can only choose one.

As for the beef noodles, Yang Song also made two kinds, one kind of mushroom beef noodles and one kind of braised beef noodles.

Each person can only choose one.

Regardless of the type of beef noodles, it costs 960 yuan per serving, and the meat folder is cheaper at 800 yuan per serving.

Good guy, it costs 2000 yuan to eat a breakfast.

But Yang Song also said: "Everyone has worked hard, and the breakfast for the last two days is [-]% off."

He has never liked to sell breakfast too expensive.

It's just that the price of this top-quality beef is really not cheap.

With the current [-]% off price, Yang Song happened to be making no loss.

The opening of the store was lively.

The price is [-]% off, but the beef noodles and Roujiamo are not discounted.

A bowl of beef noodles, the beef slices on it are the size of a palm, covering six large pieces, covering the entire noodle bowl.

The diners burst into tears with excitement:

"Birth, Brother Song is definitely our own brother Song!"

Yang Song also held a noodle bowl to demonstrate to everyone: "Come on, everyone look here, you can see clearly, this bowl of noodles is eaten like this..."

(End of this chapter)