Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 888 Envy, Jealousy, Hate

"I'm going to the mall."

The money was in place, and with Chen Ming watching, Meng Shihan was relieved, and with a light wave of her plain hand, Meng Shijia immediately moved a chair over: "Sister, sit down, are you tired? I'll give you a soak right away." Tea, do you need a massage?"

13 bamboo rats, even if they are sold cheaply, is 20, and [-] is [-].

In this short period of time, Meng Shihan was buying tables, chairs, and grills, and 80 yuan had already been thrown in without blinking.

It's still a public account.

What does this mean?
It means it's not bad money.

Baifeng Pavilion is richer than Meng Shijia imagined.

After today's hustle and bustle, Baifeng Pavilion's business will only get better.

"Brother-in-law is richer, and the number of money is endless, and the family can't put it down. Reward me with a few, that is a Lamborghini." Meng Shijia's plan is really good.

There were teas and fruits in front of Meng Shihan. She ignored Meng Shijia and walked onto the ring with a glass of fruit juice. She wiped Yang Song's sweat and said, "Open your mouth."

Yang Song doesn't even need to pick up the cup, he has a girlfriend to feed him.

It shocked the hearts of single dogs all over the place, and soured the liver of a man who was courting his girlfriend and wife.

"It's all men, why do they drink juice so differently?"

"Squeeze the juice with your own hands, wipe your sweat with your own hands, and feed them with your own hands."

Yang Song finished drinking the juice.Meng Shihan wiped his mouth for him again, stepped back quietly, sat back on his seat, and continued to look at Yang Song tenderly: He really deserves to be my man, he just looks good!

The grill was cleaned up, Chen Ming led his people to put on the ring, and Yang Song continued to show off his skills.

With two hands, roast a hundred bamboo rats at the same time.

An unknown barbecue stall owner on the food street: "I bake twenty gluten at one time and it will burn."

All you play is barbecue, why are you so good?

Yang Song is the big boss, he has won all the way, winning consecutive battles.

There is a place for him, even a legend.

"One hundred roasted bamboo rats, ready!"

Yang Song looked at the crispy and soft bamboo rat with satisfaction, and the oil blossoms sizzled.

This is barbecue. The real charm of barbecue Jianghu lies in the unique pyrotechnics.

Serve it after it’s baked, and it’s this hot mouth, this heat.

"Beautiful!"

Yang Song roasted a hundred bamboo rats at one time, and the time was actually the same as when he roasted eighty bamboo rats at one time.

Lu Yue counted with a stopwatch: "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Looking at it all the way, he was insane.

How can a person's cooking skills be improved visible to the naked eye?
This is not human at all!

Lu Yue couldn't believe it ten thousand times, but the scent lingering at the tip of his nose made him doubt himself again.

"I want to taste it, taste it myself, and expose your lies!"

He rushed over, grabbed a roasted bamboo rat, and gnawed it while holding it.

It was too late for the waiter to grab it back, and the other waiters were also stupid.

Just the first bite, Lu Yue couldn't help being amazed: delicious, really delicious, unexpectedly delicious.

"It was just an accident!"

Lu Yue killed the first roasted bamboo rat in less than five seconds, which was really a waste.

"I want another one."

He wants to rob again.

"Run!" The waiters quickly ran away and ran towards the diners: "Quick, next, this guy wants to grab food!"

It's like a bandit robbing a house and looting a good house.

The diners who had been dispatched for a long time panicked and became angry: "My bamboo rat, my bamboo rat, whose bamboo rat did he steal? Bastard bastard..."

Lu Yue was alone, chasing 99 bamboo rats.

It was still snatched by him.

"Two, two, this grandson actually snatched two this time!"

Lu Yue has one left hand and one right hand, one mouthful on the left and one mouthful on the right.

"It tastes the same."

"The heat is similar and the taste is the same."

"Most importantly, it's still delicious, overwhelmingly delicious."

Roasting a hundred at the same time, it can still do this.

"Yang Song, are you still human?" Lu Yue's eyes were red, and he was already crying: "You are like this, how can I compare with you? How can I compare with you?"

He still dreamed of being able to surpass Yang Song, but in fact he couldn't even see Yang Song's shadow.

"I lost, I lost too badly."

A crushing defeat.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Zhou Yuanqi finally squeezed his way through the crowd, when he heard Lu Yue surrender in tears.

"Are you crazy? Roasted bamboo rat is not your unique recipe? How could Yang Song cook it better than you?"

Lu Yue went crazy: "Heaven and earth, I can't compare with him at all, I don't deserve to compare with him at all..."

He cried so miserably that the diners who wanted to settle accounts with him were frightened.

"My roasted bamboo rat—"

Yang Song said: "It's our fault that we didn't protect the food properly. I'll pay for it."

"Long live!"

"Thank you, Brother Song!"

Lu Yue left in a state of despair muttering "I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it".

Zhou Yuanqi was surrounded by diners who had tasted the grilled bamboo rat himself:
"Shiweige lost, you get out of the food street!"

"Get out of the food street!"

……

Zhou Yuanqi also tried to sneak into the food street behind him, but he was often recognized before he could walk seven steps.

"You are that stupid Zhou."

"Big guy, Zhou foolishly sneaked in."

"Talk like fart, get out!"

……

Zhou Yuanqi enjoyed the treatment of death row prisoners in ancient times several times, and was smashed by various rotten eggs and rotten vegetables and leaves.

He went there 33 times and was kicked out 33 times, which is considered indomitable.

After repeated battles and defeats, Zhou Yuanqi no longer wants to step into the food street.

"It's a garbage place where lowly people gather. A noble person like this young master shouldn't go to that kind of place."

Yang Song won the challenge beautifully, and Meng Shihan wanted to hold a celebration banquet for him, and a group of people ate, drank, and had fun.

Meng Shijia was the happiest one, following Yang Song all night:

"Brother-in-law, you are so brave!"

"Brother-in-law, you are amazing, you are a genius like no other in a million, you are my god!"

"Brother-in-law, are you tired? Do you want me to give you a shoulder squeeze? I'm good at massaging!"

……

Meng Shijia was either bragging about Yang Song, or bragging to please Yang Song with practical actions.

There was only half a glass of water left in Yang Song's glass, so he immediately refilled it.

Yang Song glanced at the ground, and he immediately said, "Brother-in-law, do you think this floor is not clean enough to be decent and shiny? Don't worry, I will wipe it with a small rag later, and it will definitely make it shine like a diamond."

Just as Yang Song was about to sit down, Meng Shijia put a cushion on the chair: "Brother-in-law, please sit down."

This fanciful operation made Yang Song dizzy: "Do you want to raise your salary?"

"No, brother-in-law, I am very satisfied with my current salary and treatment, and I don't need to raise my salary."

"Then you want pocket money?" Yang Song said.

Meng Shijia has been able to become a dandy for so many years, definitely not only because of his ability to reincarnate, but also because of his ability to please.

He can always please his parents and sisters with a sweet massage after getting into trouble, and ask them to help clean up the scapegoat.

"Of course not, brother-in-law, how can you think of me like that? I was simply shocked by your heroic appearance, brother-in-law. It's so amazing! My little brother admires you and wants to do something for brother-in-law to express my one-tenth of a million admiration." Affection."

(End of this chapter)