Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 944

Every day, tourists come to Los Angeles. After all, the peonies in Los Angeles are the most beautiful scene in the world.

These tourists come to enjoy the flowers, and they must eat delicious food before enjoying the flowers.

"Master, let me ask you, is the food in Los Angeles exciting?"

"Beauty, which gourmet restaurant in Los Angeles must check in?"

"What delicious food do you have in Los Angeles?"

……

They will all get an answer.

"Speaking of our city of Los Angeles, there are quite a lot of delicious food...you can find delicious food everywhere, but there is one place you must go."

"Baifeng Pavilion in the food street, Brother Song's place!"

"Before you go, search the Internet yourself, and look at the strategy before you go. It's easy to miss the line."

Six people came to the food club in the third year of a certain university in the north.

"We are the backbone of the community."

"The organization sent us here this time because they trust our ability, and came to Los Angeles specially to investigate whether Baifeng Pavilion is really that delicious."

"The six of us come from all corners of the country, with different tastes and fusion at the same time. It is not easy to satisfy our tongues."

"The spirit of the foodie group lies in being able to eat and know how to eat. The six of us are definitely the best."

"Isn't it because there are only six of us in the club?"

"Beat this four-eyed boy and make him tell the truth."

"Two people fight together. There are only six people in our club. That's because our club has strict requirements and the threshold is extremely high. Sesame and mung beans from nowhere are eligible to come in. The six of us stand on the mountain of foodies and look down on you. mortal."

"That's right, brother is right!"

According to the ranking, these six people are Wang Congee Dao, Ruan Chuan, Wang Mian, Liu Tian, ​​Zhou Zha, and Xiang Hun.

You can tell their preference just by looking at the name. It's an alias. No one's parents have such a tricky name for their children.

The six of them are juniors this year, and they have already completed all the credits they took during the university, and all of them have been admitted to graduate school.

So I decided to come out to eat, drink, play and celebrate.

"Since Baifeng Pavilion has such a great reputation, let's go and see it."

"If it's really that delicious, we're in the right place, and we'll promote it on the Internet."

"Is it not delicious?"

"Then hehe."

"Desecrate food and peel off their skins."

"That's right, you must never overturn those who are disrespectful to food."

"Smashed their field."

"Be gentle. If it doesn't taste good, we can't make trouble. We're not bandits." Wang Porridge is the eldest brother. His words are very important, and he himself is also very important.

Who dares to be ignorant, his eyes drifted over, that's what he meant: Believe it or not, I'll sit on your ass to death!
A strong and strong man, he has always played with dumbbells from four to four.

"It's not delicious, just turn over the table, don't smash the store."

"It's a big brother!"

"Brother is right!"

"Brother is still knowledgeable and understands the rules."

In other words, the six of them, at a glance, can easily make people think of a row of elephants.

After all, they are quite strong.

Not the kind of puffiness, but the kind of fat that is very powerful.

"Brother, let's hurry up, or we won't be able to catch up with breakfast. This store has to line up at least an hour in advance."

The six people never asked why, just rushed.

They are not far from the food street at the moment, and a group of people are like calves going down the mountain.

bang bang bang...

The ground was smashed, and the passers-by who were sleepwalking on the road looked at the source of the sound in surprise, and couldn't help but give way.

This is power.

This is the momentum.

It can clear the way, allowing them to catch up with the queue for eating at Baifeng Pavilion.

"Good luck, there are only a dozen people in front of us."

"There is only one chef surnamed Yang who cooks."

"No cooking help?"

"No."

"From the beginning to the end, Chef Yang was busy alone."

"Could it be that you can't afford to hire a cook?"

"Absolutely not. The price of vegetables in Baifeng Pavilion is not cheap, and the boss earns a lot of money, not short of money at all."

"The highest reception record for this store is 860 four people."

"The boss is really not short of money."

"Then why don't you hire a cook?"

"The master chefs generally have relatively high requirements for their own dishes, maybe because they are worried that the cooking skills are not enough."

"Makes sense."

"There are quite a few private restaurants in the capital, and there is only one chef in the kitchen."

"It seems that we have met the old man this time."

"Give me some respect."

They are foodies and have the fullest respect for chefs.

Several people got their number plates as they wished.

The number plate of Baifeng Pavilion is a small wooden sign with a phoenix tail painted on it, which is very beautiful.

"It's quite particular."

"The master is self-restraint."

"Look carefully at the three big characters of Baifengge in Song style, elegant and flexible."

"Unless the diners collectively request it, it is said that the breakfast in this restaurant is different every day."

"The day's plan lies in the morning, how important is the breakfast culture."

"Most restaurants only have three or two types of breakfast. I didn't expect this one to have dozens of types for breakfast."

"Actually, there are more than 100 kinds."

"Worthy of being a master chef, with a long history of culinary skills!"

"When I meet someone later, remember to call me Grandpa."

"We have to be polite."

When the six of them entered the door, the diners behind them looked at each other: Where did the second idiot come from?

Wang Porridge and others entered the Baifeng Pavilion, smelling the more substantive aroma of breakfast, and immediately ordered food, and couldn't help but want to see what Yang Song looked like.

Coincidentally, Yang Song happened to be squatting on the ground, filling pickled cucumbers from a porcelain jar.

Diners love the green jade cucumber so much that everyone wants it.

"This is 190 servings of cucumbers. How come no one calls me a profiteer?"

What brain circuit?

The six of them just didn't see Yang Song.

He could only say to Shen Huaizhao: "Please send our regards to Grandpa Chef."

"What?" Shen Huaizhao's eyes widened, his voice was broken, and he almost lost his footing.

Meng Shihan noticed this.

"Please send our regards to Grandpa Yang Song!"

Thinking that the accent was different, Wang Porridge and the others said it again in a straight voice.

Now, not only Shen Huaizhao heard clearly, Meng Shihan heard clearly, but also all the diners in the restaurant heard clearly.

Yang Song stood up with a pot of pickled cucumbers, and he heard it too.

Nothing to say.

What else can I say about this scene?
Shen Huaizhao quickly placed an order for them.

For breakfast this morning, glutinous rice wine and steamed stuffed buns are a set meal. Pickled cucumbers will depend on the situation of the guests.

Paste rice wine and Sanding buns are 200 yuan, plus pickled cucumbers, the total is 390 nine.

The diners of Baifeng Pavilion are not surprised at all, and they will persuade the new diners:

"Before you eat it, you think it's expensive, but when you actually eat it, you'll find that it's totally worth the price!"

"I regret it if I don't eat it."

"You can make better money after you eat."

"They were right."

Wang Porridge and the others probably feel this way now.

Holding the bowls in their hands, they smelled the rice paste and wine in their own bowls at close range, only to realize that they were really hungry.

(End of this chapter)