Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 877
"One thousand and five? What is one thousand and five enough for?" Meng Shijia was about to cry, and didn't really want to sign. "It's better to go back to the capital. My sister is much more ruthless than my father."

"If you want to go back, that's fine." Meng Shihan said: "You don't have a single penny on you now, the 40 yuan for reissued ID card, and the thirteen bank cards you reapplied, as well as transportation expenses, and your food and drink. Money, as of now, your assets are minus 550 yuan."

"I haven't done anything yet, my monthly salary will be gone, and how do you calculate my sister? What did I do? Why do I owe so much? It's only ten yuan to reissue a bank card." Meng Shijia got involved in the calculation The point of ten dollars.

"Your money is mainly spent on food and transportation. I won't talk about the food. You can calculate the price yourself. In addition, you travel in a luxury car. Our prince Chen Ming drives it himself. The starting price is 80 yuan." Yang Song made a large portion of chicken feet in ginger sauce and brought them out, and they sold them in the lobby. Each chicken foot was very cheap, only 99 yuan, not even 100 yuan.

"I'm going, you guys are too dark. Even if that old boy Chen Ming drives a luxury car, the starting price can't be so cheap. He is the prince. Am I not the young son of the Meng family?" Meng Shijia said.

Chen Ming just came over and slapped him on the head: "Boy, I'm different from you, brother, I've already been financially free."

Financial freedom, these four words are really Meng Shijia's nemesis.

"People in our store make their own money and spend it themselves." Yang Song went back to the back kitchen and threw out a knife again: "Labor is the most honorable, earn money well, I don't support idlers here."

Meng Shijia turned towards the capital, full of tears: "I want to go home, Dad, I miss you."

"Hand over 550 yuan first, don't even think about me paying for the train ticket for you, even the money for taking the bus to the train station, don't think about me giving it to you." Meng Shihan said.

"There is also a 30-day wait to reissue the ID card. If you don't work part-time, you need to pay for the 30-day board and lodging expenses yourself." Yang Song flew over a throwing knife through the kitchen curtain.

Why didn't he know it before, it's cool to teach the prodigal brother a lesson.

"God wants to kill me!" Meng Shijia covered his head, petrified in place.

Without further ado, Meng Shihan grabbed her brother's finger and pressed it on the contract.

From then on, Meng Shijia became the most humble, helpless and pitiful migrant worker in Baifeng Pavilion.

With the help of a good wife, Yang Song didn't have the distress of being surrounded by his brother-in-law at all, but instead had the sense of honor of being promoted to his brother-in-law.

I am so happy to be able to command my brother-in-law around.

This is a later story, let's not mention it for the time being.

Yang Song is completely domineering in the kitchen. In the kitchen, all problems are no problem.

Diners are racing against time to order, and unless there are new dishes on the shelves, they must have already ordered the menu before entering the store.

"Today, I must eat three skewers of grilled gluten, fish with pickled cabbage, and a glass of juice. No one can stop me!"

"Oh my god, a new dish was served so unexpectedly today!"

"Don't say anything, serve me new dishes, and don't forget to serve wheat beer, squirrel mandarin fish, and delicious grilled chicken wings. I will not eat grilled leeks today with tears in my eyes."

……

The food group in Baifeng Pavilion has exploded.

"Friends, you may not know that our Brother Song silently served a new dish, or two!"

"New dishes, two dishes! What are they? I'll bring my skates!"

"I'm on the grassland, I can't get through."

"What a sad story."

Everyone who came to the store ate ginger chicken feet and paper-wrapped chicken.

There is no one who does not love Yang Song's food, even if he has no money, the smell is enough to eat.

Looking at the diners in the store and listening to their laughter, Yang Song's mood will only be better.

Zhou Yuanqi's mood was not so good.

"You hot firecrackers are delicious, but if you say that the food street is the first, you are too ignorant, right?"

"That's right, how could it be better than Brother Song's cooking? Baifeng Pavilion and Shiwei Pavilion are on the same street. If you can't compare it, you can't compare it. Isn't it good to recognize the reality? Why do you want to slap your face?"

There are diners who have eaten at Baifeng Pavilion, because they failed to get a ticket for the queue, or for various other reasons, they came to eat for the pavilion.

When Lu Yue heard about it, he came out and said, "You said the bamboo rats made by Yang Song are more delicious than mine?"

"Yes, Brother Song's cooking is indeed more delicious." Zhao Wan, a straight-faced man with glasses, is a lawyer. His working hours are not so stable. After finishing his work today, he couldn't stand in the queue when he rushed over.

"Impossible!" Lu Yue's first reaction was disbelief, "I used wild bamboo rats, the fattest bamboo rats, who can be better than my bamboo rats?"

Zhao Wan said: "I don't know if bamboo rats are wild or not, but I know Brother Song's cooking tastes better than yours."

"Are you trying to say that my cooking skills are not as good as Yang Song's? I don't believe it!" Lu Yue was very confident in himself.

The customers in the store also started whispering.

Zhou Yuanqi came out to suppress the scene: "It's hard to say, maybe the glasses are made by Yang Song."

As the saying goes, radishes and vegetables have their own preferences, so it is not impossible to say so.

Zhao Wan couldn't listen to others lying in front of him, and said: "Brother Song doesn't cook a little bit more delicious than you, but the kind of delicious that is obviously better than you, crushing delicious, do you understand? "

Before Lu Yue went crazy, Zhou Yuanqi became angry: "Brother Song, you are a relative of Yang Song's family, you must be the babysitter of Baifenglou, and you came here to find trouble in our store."

As he spoke, he immediately picked a strange diner who was pulling a suitcase and asked, "Excuse me, what do you think of the firecracker in our store?"

"Well, I think it's delicious."

And a few diners responded.

Zhou Yuanqi proudly said: "You're just a babysitter, get out, our store doesn't welcome garbage people who don't respect food!"

"What is a garbage man?" The people who had eaten in Baifeng Pavilion were not happy: "I was used to praise, and I didn't want to dampen your enthusiasm, but I didn't expect you to become rampant. The food in your store is not like our brother Song. It’s delicious, do you understand the difference of [-] kilometers?”

"It's not about the ingredients, it's about your store."

"The chef who sits in the sky and thinks he is right is the most pathetic."

Lu Yue doubted himself a little, did he really do that badly?

"Impossible. I have eaten the dishes of the chef at the state banquet. This firecracker is already extremely delicious. The other party must have some ulterior motive to deliberately pour dirty water on me."

"A group of nurses, I really think that if you come a few more, I will treat you as a person? What kind of good food can that trash Yang Song make? Our Shiwei Pavilion is now challenging Baifeng Pavilion, which is better than this firecracker Mouse, let me show you how rubbish the so-called Brother Song is!"

Zhou Yuanqi just asked that those few were his own babysitters, so he thought that Yang Song also hired babysitters to find food for the house.

(End of this chapter)