Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 964
"who is it?"

"Ah ah ah..."

Who else could it be?

Yang Song and Chen Ming tied the mouth of the sack tightly, hung him upside down on a big tree, and beat him with whips.

"Who are you? Let me go if you have the ability!"

"When I go out, I will definitely kill you."

"Wow, it hurts so much, I killed your whole family!"

Chen Hualong was very stubborn at the beginning, scolding non-stop, but soon he stopped scolding.

He was terrified.

"Grandpas and grandmas, I was wrong, so please let me go, I'm not human, what kind of enemy are you? Tell me, what did I do wrong, I'll change it, can't I change it?"

He cried and begged for mercy, and the wind rustled outside the sack.

People have gone.

"Help, help!"

He came out in such a hurry that he didn't even take his cell phone.

Yang Song and Chen Ming beat up Chen Hualong, and they were in a good mood.

"Sister Huaizhao, did you hear that bastard crying and begging for misfortune? This is brother Song and I avenging you."

"Thank you Brother Song and Brother Chen Ming. I am very happy. You should also pay attention to safety outside."

What's the point of repaying grievances with kindness for villains?
Revenge is king.

Yang Song and Chen Ming went back to the barbecue stand, Meng Shihan was puzzled: "What did you do? Why are you smiling so happily?"

"I didn't do anything, it will be noon soon, and we will officially start business."

Don't be afraid if there are no guests, Yang Song made three skewers of each skewer and started to grill: "Let's eat for ourselves first, and let the guests follow their fate."

All kinds of skewers are arranged, smoked and grilled on charcoal fire, when the high temperature meets the skewers, the aroma wafts out.

"What smells so good?"

"Looks like beef skewers."

"Fart, it's clearly lamb skewers."

"Grandpa, I want to eat gluten on toast."

"fish tofu!"

In the lobby on the first floor, those human cubs have a very sensitive sense of smell for food.

"Grandpa and grandma, let's go eat."

"Grandpa and grandma, I'm hungry."

"Okay, little ancestor, let's go eat now."

The old man led the cubs, took the elevator, and went straight to the snack cart.

"It's really lamb skewers, my grandson's little nose is really amazing!"

"Tch, obviously my granddaughter heard it first."

"We were the first to arrive."

"Ten skewers of mutton skewers."

Meng Shihan tapped on the blackboard and said, "Everyone, please see if our price is acceptable."

"What the hell? The cheapest grilled leek on your skewer costs 88 yuan? This is still a vegetarian dish!"

"Young man, do you know how much a catty of pork is? You dare to sell such a bunch of pork belly for 200 yuan. Believe it or not, I will sue you for robbery?"

"Roasted gluten costs 100 yuan a bunch. I'm afraid you didn't charge Zimbabwean dollars."

Yang Song said seriously: "Everyone, our menu is public, and the price on it is clear at a glance. It is definitely worth the money. This is a business that you like and I want. If you think the price is not suitable, you don't have to eat it."

Since the opening of the store, such doubts have always existed, and Yang Song explained it with ease.

Other than that, no extra word of nonsense.

The same goes for Chen Ming and Meng Shihan, they said they were here to help.

But in fact, Yang Song's barbecue stand is definitely the most relaxing.

"Come, come, everyone, take a look, this is our menu, it's clear."

"The food here cannot be taken out or wasted. Except for Chuan Chuan Er, each person can only order one portion. It cannot be wasted. Waste will be blacklisted."

"I only provide skewers now."

"Queue up by yourself, pick up the baked goods, and send the tray to the sink of the snack cart by yourself when you're done eating."

The grandparents who lived in the suburbs were shocked, and the children said: "Beautiful brother, you are in charge of the skewers."

"Yes." Yang Song is very optimistic about the aesthetics of human cubs.

"Then what do you want them two to do?" The tiger-headed little boy pointed at Meng Shihan and Chen Ming with his little finger.

"Beautiful sister, you can still look good, what do you want this uncle for? Drooling?"

Chen Ming: Don't stop me, I want to make an appointment with this kid.

Yang Song almost couldn't hold back his smile: "He can collect money."

"I see, bring me two skewers of mutton skewers."

"It's not delicious, we're going to mess things up."

Whose brat actually understands quite well.

"Don't worry, you will definitely be satisfied." Yang Song immediately took out the mutton skewers and grilled them.

The six-year-old boy who first ordered mutton kebabs was named Wang Zicong, and his family was very rich.

"Grandpa, sit down." Wang Zicong said, "Let's order two skewers first."

The rest of the people are also waiting to see the situation first.

After a while, the mutton skewers were grilled.

The golden-yellow mutton is charred on the outside and tender on the inside, with a charming taste.

The tangy aroma is the purest mutton aroma, but you can still smell the fragrance of flowers and plants faintly, especially the cumin sprinkled on it, which is different from the cumin powder on the market, and it still has a complete shape and no discount on the aroma of cumin grains.

"It's so fragrant!" All the diners were drooling.

Wang Zicong was also drooling, so he took a bunch for his grandfather first: "Grandpa, you eat first."

Wang Haoyuan caught it: "Good boy."

Wang Zicong picked up his own bunch and devoured it.

"I'm not telling you to pay attention to dining etiquette and not to eat so rudely." Wang Haoyuan handed his grandson a tissue before he took his first bite.

'I'm going, why is it so delicious? '

Everyone saw that the grandfather who taught his grandson etiquette just now stroked from the last piece of mutton to the top.

"That, is it delicious?"

Wang Haoyuan didn't speak, and looked at his grandson, Wang Zijun immediately said: "Ten more skewers of mutton! Two hundred skewers, right? After paying 2000 yuan, we are still No.1."

"Beef skewers, grilled gluten, fish tofu, grilled leeks, fish steaks, two skewers each."

After paying the money, Wang Haoyuan was in the mood to teach his grandson: "We can't just eat one kind of food, we have to pay attention to nutritional balance."

The watching crowd was quiet for less than a second, and immediately rushed to Yang Song and shouted:
"I want crab steak..."

Chen Ming and Meng Shihan immediately maintained order: "Line up, line up, you can't eat if you don't line up, this is also a rule."

The advantage of the elders with their grandchildren is that they will abide by the rules and set an example for their grandchildren.

"Two chicken wings."

"Two barbecue sausages."

"Two baked buns."

……

Most people still don't believe Wang Haoyuan's grandfather and grandson: "It may be childcare, let's try it ourselves and rest assured."

After trying,

"Grandson, you go to line up, and grandpa delivers the tray."

"Get in line, granddaughter."

"Run!"

Mmm, it smells so good.

In front of Yang Song's snack cart, there are two teams.

The obviously elderly grandparents team handed trays to the pool one by one.

A group of radish heads line up to order skewers.

"I want to eat five skewers of mutton skewers this time, and five skewers of chicken wings for grandpa."

"Huh, I ordered grilled gluten, grilled rice cakes, grilled chicken hearts and chicken legs, grilled pork belly, grilled squid skewers for my grandma..."

"I can do it too. Who doesn't have lucky money?"

(End of this chapter)