Super Chef Tycoon
Chapter 936
Chapter 936
Really good cooking is priceless.
No matter how Zhao Zhun babbled, Yang Song said:
"If you want to play pissing cow balls like ping pong, you can bring 90 yuan and pay the bill first. Cash, WeChat, and Alipay are all acceptable."
The car model ladies also persuaded: "Manager Zhao, our monthly salary is 1 yuan, you must be much higher than us, what are you afraid of? Buy it!"
Zhao Zhun felt bitter, he really didn't have as high a salary as these car models.
Zhou Yuanqi only gave him a guaranteed salary of [-] yuan, and the other part was the share of the store.
The more Shiweige earns, the more Zhao Zhun draws, and vice versa.
Originally, due to the high quality and low price of the dishes, many diners who couldn't stand in the queue would choose to eat as a pavilion.
However, Zhou Yuanqi committed suicide, the popularity of passers-by is so bad.
This has lost some diners.
Coupled with the fact that Baifengge has recently launched new dishes too frequently, Yang Song has been selling peeing beef balls day and night.
Many diners, even if they can't afford Baifeng Pavilion, are willing to stand at the corner of the door to watch the excitement, smell the smell, buy an egg-filled pancake at a small stall, and eat with relish the smell of peeing beef balls.
No one wants to miss the tempting fragrance of Baifengge food.
After all, peeing beef balls cost 99, and the aroma is free.
Many people even say at noon: "It's time to eat the wind and drink the dew again, let's go to eat!"
Foodies know how to have fun while suffering.
"Although I can't afford Baifeng Pavilion now, I work hard and study hard. One day I will be promoted and my salary will be raised, and I will eat Baifeng Pavilion every day."
With Baifeng Pavilion, there is motivation to make progress.
Shiweige, which is similar to the menu of Baifengge, is becoming more and more transparent.
In the past, when Baifeng Pavilion released new dishes, Lu Yue would catch up and follow suit.
It wasn't until Lu Yue tasted Yang Song's dishes that he realized how ridiculous he was.
Painting a tiger is not an anti-dog.
"I cook the same dishes as him. I think it's authentic. Yang Song is just a wild way. He beat me with his gimmicks. Now I know that my skills are not as good as others." Lv Yue was frustrated and finally recognized it. The gap between him and Yang Song.
"I'm not qualified to compare with him at all."
"I'm trash."
Lu Yue was a little depressed, and Yang Song almost forgot about him.
Zhao Zhun recklessly ran to Yang Song to settle accounts, and he also made the same mistake as Lu Yue and Zhou Yuanqi.
They didn't know anything about Yang Song's cooking skills.
"Okay, I'll take out the money and buy you a pee ball for playing table tennis." Zhao Zhun gritted his teeth.
"The payment is 90 yuan."
Yang Song turned to cook, and Zhao Zhun shouted behind him: "I'm eager to make the ugly words clear. If the meatballs you make can't play table tennis, you have to compensate me for financial and spiritual losses."
Blackmail him hundreds of thousands.
There are always people who dream of blackmailing others and getting rich themselves, and they are not afraid of dying.
Yang Song quickly made a ball, threw it into the pot and boiled it, quickly fished it out, put it on a plate, and brought it over: "Okay."
Zhao Zhun had prepared the ping-pong table long ago, grabbed the balls, and smashed them on the table.
He thought that with such a smash, the meatball would definitely be smashed to pieces.
"I want to defeat the enemy in a second!"
After a moment of complacency, Zhao Zhun's expression changed.
Boom, boom, boom boom...
Maruko actually jumped up.
"How is this possible?" Zhao Zhun rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
The ball is still the same ball, still beating.
People who eat melons:
"I'll be good, brother Song can really dance with this meatball, it's been more than a dozen times, right?"
"There are dozens of hits."
"This ping pong ball is really expensive!"
"Is that kid stupid?"
Zhao Zhun still yelled in disbelief, grabbed the table tennis racket, served the ball, and swung it out.
The old man across the table picked it up with the shovel in his hand.
The ping-pong ball flew back, bounced on the table, jumped over the baffle, and headed towards Zhao Zhun.
Zhao Zhun stared blankly at the ping pong ball flying towards him, and stood still.
Seeing that the ball was about to hit the ground, Lu Yue jumped out from nowhere, grabbed the table tennis racket and caught the ball.
The old man picked up another racket, and the two played table tennis on the food street.
At the beginning, I played fairly moderately, letting the opponent catch the ball, and then the formation opened up later, such as smashes, whirlwind balls, I am very gentle and floating balls, etc.
A group of men and women gathered around with rice bowls, eating and chatting.
"Just now, the magic dragon wagging tail was very good. I didn't expect that Chef Lu's cooking is so-so, and he can play table tennis well."
"The old man is letting it go."
"Suddenly remembered that I haven't played table tennis for two days."
"This game is really luxurious."
"Did everyone forget that this is a peeing cow ball?"
"Unfortunately, I can't eat it."
"When can I use this little [-] pissing cow ball to play a game?"
"Dare to think, when the time comes, your daughter-in-law will not just make you kneel down on the durian."
"Guess what's going on in that Manager Zhao's heart?"
"There's no need to guess? It's clearly written on his face that he wants to die."
"Isn't it good to eat peeing beef balls? You must die."
The live broadcast of playing table tennis with peeing cow balls continued for several hours.
The old man later disliked Chef Lu: "It's not as good as my grandson's."
Chef Lu was replaced, and an aunt with red hair came up.
The old man just met his opponent.
The table tennis didn't stop until Baifeng Pavilion closed at night.
The pissing cow ball finally cracked, and he retired.
Zhao Zhun failed, but no one cared about his result.
All I know is that Zhao Zhun is always avoiding Yang Song, and those car model girls who live in Shiweige can also see clearly that Zhao Zhun is just superficial.
After paying the 90 yuan, Zhao Zhun couldn't even maintain his glamorous appearance.
"He's just a poor guy, sisters don't need to waste sweet words on him."
"It's not easy to meet rich, promising and good-looking handsome guys these days."
"Chef Yang on the opposite side, Brother Song is really good."
"It's a pity that people look down on us."
It's not that a good man like Yang Song hasn't thought about a coquettish bitch.
There have always been people who pry into corners, but no one has succeeded.
Yang Song was unmoved on the one hand, and Meng Shihan's strong fighting power was another.
Young unmarried couples do morning exercises together, and Yang Song often rushes upstairs to take a shower, while Meng Shihan lifts the bicycle with one hand and walks into the backyard easily and unhurriedly.
This behavior clearly tells those coquettish sluts who plan to pry the corner of the wall.
"Whoever dares to come will be destroyed by this palace!"
There are also those who are not afraid of death, dressed quite coolly, and want to throw themselves into Yang Song's arms, but are cut off by Meng Shihan.
"I love Brother Song, I don't ask for fame, I just want to stay by Brother Song and love him well!"
Qingliang girl is quite pretty, especially those pear-blossom eyes, I still feel pity for her.
Meng Shihan looked up and down, and sneered: "Are you with longer legs, a prettier face, or bigger breasts than me?"
Qingliang girl was shocked, she couldn't help but compare with Meng Shihan, and found that she had lost so badly.
"So what qualifications do you have to stay with my fiance?"
"Go back to where you came from."
"Hide all your small thoughts for me, and then think about seducing my man, and you will be abolished!"
As he said that, he kicked and broke three stacked moving bricks.
Yang Song didn't know about it. After all, Meng Shihan in front of him was so delicate and gentle, and the charming and hot that he occasionally showed, had a special taste of coquettishness.
His Xiaohan is the gentlest.
(End of this chapter)
Really good cooking is priceless.
No matter how Zhao Zhun babbled, Yang Song said:
"If you want to play pissing cow balls like ping pong, you can bring 90 yuan and pay the bill first. Cash, WeChat, and Alipay are all acceptable."
The car model ladies also persuaded: "Manager Zhao, our monthly salary is 1 yuan, you must be much higher than us, what are you afraid of? Buy it!"
Zhao Zhun felt bitter, he really didn't have as high a salary as these car models.
Zhou Yuanqi only gave him a guaranteed salary of [-] yuan, and the other part was the share of the store.
The more Shiweige earns, the more Zhao Zhun draws, and vice versa.
Originally, due to the high quality and low price of the dishes, many diners who couldn't stand in the queue would choose to eat as a pavilion.
However, Zhou Yuanqi committed suicide, the popularity of passers-by is so bad.
This has lost some diners.
Coupled with the fact that Baifengge has recently launched new dishes too frequently, Yang Song has been selling peeing beef balls day and night.
Many diners, even if they can't afford Baifeng Pavilion, are willing to stand at the corner of the door to watch the excitement, smell the smell, buy an egg-filled pancake at a small stall, and eat with relish the smell of peeing beef balls.
No one wants to miss the tempting fragrance of Baifengge food.
After all, peeing beef balls cost 99, and the aroma is free.
Many people even say at noon: "It's time to eat the wind and drink the dew again, let's go to eat!"
Foodies know how to have fun while suffering.
"Although I can't afford Baifeng Pavilion now, I work hard and study hard. One day I will be promoted and my salary will be raised, and I will eat Baifeng Pavilion every day."
With Baifeng Pavilion, there is motivation to make progress.
Shiweige, which is similar to the menu of Baifengge, is becoming more and more transparent.
In the past, when Baifeng Pavilion released new dishes, Lu Yue would catch up and follow suit.
It wasn't until Lu Yue tasted Yang Song's dishes that he realized how ridiculous he was.
Painting a tiger is not an anti-dog.
"I cook the same dishes as him. I think it's authentic. Yang Song is just a wild way. He beat me with his gimmicks. Now I know that my skills are not as good as others." Lv Yue was frustrated and finally recognized it. The gap between him and Yang Song.
"I'm not qualified to compare with him at all."
"I'm trash."
Lu Yue was a little depressed, and Yang Song almost forgot about him.
Zhao Zhun recklessly ran to Yang Song to settle accounts, and he also made the same mistake as Lu Yue and Zhou Yuanqi.
They didn't know anything about Yang Song's cooking skills.
"Okay, I'll take out the money and buy you a pee ball for playing table tennis." Zhao Zhun gritted his teeth.
"The payment is 90 yuan."
Yang Song turned to cook, and Zhao Zhun shouted behind him: "I'm eager to make the ugly words clear. If the meatballs you make can't play table tennis, you have to compensate me for financial and spiritual losses."
Blackmail him hundreds of thousands.
There are always people who dream of blackmailing others and getting rich themselves, and they are not afraid of dying.
Yang Song quickly made a ball, threw it into the pot and boiled it, quickly fished it out, put it on a plate, and brought it over: "Okay."
Zhao Zhun had prepared the ping-pong table long ago, grabbed the balls, and smashed them on the table.
He thought that with such a smash, the meatball would definitely be smashed to pieces.
"I want to defeat the enemy in a second!"
After a moment of complacency, Zhao Zhun's expression changed.
Boom, boom, boom boom...
Maruko actually jumped up.
"How is this possible?" Zhao Zhun rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
The ball is still the same ball, still beating.
People who eat melons:
"I'll be good, brother Song can really dance with this meatball, it's been more than a dozen times, right?"
"There are dozens of hits."
"This ping pong ball is really expensive!"
"Is that kid stupid?"
Zhao Zhun still yelled in disbelief, grabbed the table tennis racket, served the ball, and swung it out.
The old man across the table picked it up with the shovel in his hand.
The ping-pong ball flew back, bounced on the table, jumped over the baffle, and headed towards Zhao Zhun.
Zhao Zhun stared blankly at the ping pong ball flying towards him, and stood still.
Seeing that the ball was about to hit the ground, Lu Yue jumped out from nowhere, grabbed the table tennis racket and caught the ball.
The old man picked up another racket, and the two played table tennis on the food street.
At the beginning, I played fairly moderately, letting the opponent catch the ball, and then the formation opened up later, such as smashes, whirlwind balls, I am very gentle and floating balls, etc.
A group of men and women gathered around with rice bowls, eating and chatting.
"Just now, the magic dragon wagging tail was very good. I didn't expect that Chef Lu's cooking is so-so, and he can play table tennis well."
"The old man is letting it go."
"Suddenly remembered that I haven't played table tennis for two days."
"This game is really luxurious."
"Did everyone forget that this is a peeing cow ball?"
"Unfortunately, I can't eat it."
"When can I use this little [-] pissing cow ball to play a game?"
"Dare to think, when the time comes, your daughter-in-law will not just make you kneel down on the durian."
"Guess what's going on in that Manager Zhao's heart?"
"There's no need to guess? It's clearly written on his face that he wants to die."
"Isn't it good to eat peeing beef balls? You must die."
The live broadcast of playing table tennis with peeing cow balls continued for several hours.
The old man later disliked Chef Lu: "It's not as good as my grandson's."
Chef Lu was replaced, and an aunt with red hair came up.
The old man just met his opponent.
The table tennis didn't stop until Baifeng Pavilion closed at night.
The pissing cow ball finally cracked, and he retired.
Zhao Zhun failed, but no one cared about his result.
All I know is that Zhao Zhun is always avoiding Yang Song, and those car model girls who live in Shiweige can also see clearly that Zhao Zhun is just superficial.
After paying the 90 yuan, Zhao Zhun couldn't even maintain his glamorous appearance.
"He's just a poor guy, sisters don't need to waste sweet words on him."
"It's not easy to meet rich, promising and good-looking handsome guys these days."
"Chef Yang on the opposite side, Brother Song is really good."
"It's a pity that people look down on us."
It's not that a good man like Yang Song hasn't thought about a coquettish bitch.
There have always been people who pry into corners, but no one has succeeded.
Yang Song was unmoved on the one hand, and Meng Shihan's strong fighting power was another.
Young unmarried couples do morning exercises together, and Yang Song often rushes upstairs to take a shower, while Meng Shihan lifts the bicycle with one hand and walks into the backyard easily and unhurriedly.
This behavior clearly tells those coquettish sluts who plan to pry the corner of the wall.
"Whoever dares to come will be destroyed by this palace!"
There are also those who are not afraid of death, dressed quite coolly, and want to throw themselves into Yang Song's arms, but are cut off by Meng Shihan.
"I love Brother Song, I don't ask for fame, I just want to stay by Brother Song and love him well!"
Qingliang girl is quite pretty, especially those pear-blossom eyes, I still feel pity for her.
Meng Shihan looked up and down, and sneered: "Are you with longer legs, a prettier face, or bigger breasts than me?"
Qingliang girl was shocked, she couldn't help but compare with Meng Shihan, and found that she had lost so badly.
"So what qualifications do you have to stay with my fiance?"
"Go back to where you came from."
"Hide all your small thoughts for me, and then think about seducing my man, and you will be abolished!"
As he said that, he kicked and broke three stacked moving bricks.
Yang Song didn't know about it. After all, Meng Shihan in front of him was so delicate and gentle, and the charming and hot that he occasionally showed, had a special taste of coquettishness.
His Xiaohan is the gentlest.
(End of this chapter)
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