Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 966 Come Out of the System
Yang Song planned to go home and take his parents to Los Angeles to play. If possible, let them settle here.

Their family can be reunited.

"Okay, I miss my uncle and aunt too." Meng Shihan was very happy.

"Then let's pick them up in a few days." Before Yang Song went back, he had to clean up Chen Aishu and the others, otherwise when he picked up his parents, meeting these sand sculptures would definitely affect his mood.

"It's all up to you." Meng Sihan only showed her lovable side in front of Yang Song.

"Since you're going home, there must be a lot of things to prepare. It's just me and Chen Ming. You go back and prepare first. Don't be too anxious. Take your time and don't tire yourself out."

"Okay!" Meng Shihan went back first.

After making an arrangement, Yang Song once again devoted himself to the hot barbecue business.

Many old people hold their mobile phones, pat the grilled skewers, send them to Moments, or show off to their plastic friends.

"My grandson and I ate barbecue skewers in the high-tech shopping mall, three hundred and one skewers of beef. I was so tired after eating."

"My granddaughter is treating me to mutton skewers, 200 yuan a skewer, the little girl is so filial."

"There should be two grandchildren. The grandson treats me to chicken wings, which are roasted with honey. The granddaughter treats me to roast chicken legs, which are also brushed with honey."

……

Comparisons are everywhere.

In the luxurious office buildings in Los Angeles, the mobile phones of many white-collar workers ticked from time to time.

"What's going on? This is my old man's special prompt."

White-collar workers clicked on their mobile phones and found that their parents had posted three circles of friends in one go, from photos to small videos, which were all well-matched.

"My dad went to eat barbecue?"

"My dad went too?"

"My parents have gone, and I ate a lot!"

……

All the people above the restroom in unison: "They actually like to eat barbecue?"

"I do not know how?"

"I've never seen my mother eat baked gluten, what a surprise!"

Because they are in the same company, and they don't have much room to eat. Everyone in the same community looks demented.

Even some gold-collar workers were surprised: "The old people in the family not only posted on their Moments, but also liked and reposted each other. They played very well, and even dared to eat spicy chicken wings."

"My father eats barbecue with fruit beer, and my son eats barbecue with Huahua Niu. This combination is wonderfully harmonious."

Someone even touched his chin and said:
"I think this skewer looks familiar."

"The hands of these skewers are as slender as bamboo, straight as pine, as if they contain infinite power, anyway, they are seductive and familiar."

"Everyone, Baifeng Pavilion has been closed for rectification in the past few days, and a small luxury food truck suddenly appeared in the high-tech shopping mall. In addition to the owner of the skewers, there is also a beautiful woman and a foodie who can't stop talking. It is said that his name is Xiao Ming. "

"What do you not understand? Brother Song's snack cart has come out of the world again!"

"Don't say anything, I'm off work."

"Dude, take a ride."

"Together!"

……

Yang Song didn't know about this, and he chatted with the diners as he didn't have any skewers to grill.

"Little boss, your skills are really amazing!"

"You are this!"

Thumbs up thumbs up!

A group of gray-haired or snow-white old people praised Yang Song's cooking skills, which made him sincerely proud.

The old people eat more salt than the young people. They have more experience, and they all praise Yang Song's cooking skills with decades of experience.

"You are polite, I have to work harder."

"The young man is capable, and he is neither arrogant nor impatient, good, good!"

"Young people should be like this, only when they are down-to-earth can they go far."

Yang Song communicated with the elderly and established initial trust with them.

He also casually chatted with the children.

"You guys are amazing, you know how to be filial to your elders."

"Brother Song, we knew it a long time ago!"

"Filial piety is not something you talk about. Now I have lucky money to buy delicious food for my grandparents. When I grow up, I will work and earn money to buy a bunch of delicious food for my grandparents, such a big pile!"

"I bought it too. I bought a bunch of them with a scholarship when I went to school!"

A group of radish heads stood up excitedly, trying to stretch their chubby arms.

"Delicious as a mountain."

"And something to drink."

A child is a piece of white paper, the most pure and flawless.

Yang Song planted a seed in their hearts, and sooner or later the seed will emerge from the ground.

Soon, a large group of people came.

Some people know Yang Song and Baifeng Pavilion, some people don't, they just think that their parents like to eat barbecue, and come to see it with a curious mood.

Well, just look.

Wherever Yang Song does business, the rules will follow.

For example, you have to line up.

Some people feel disapproving: "I came early, so there is no need to line up?"

Whoosh...

Several gazes came, mainly aimed at the elderly and children.

"Dad, you don't know that there are so many people waiting in line, you are ashamed, do you know that?"

A middle-aged social person who was taught by his own children touched his nose: "I was wrong."

"Apologize if you make a mistake, and then line up."

"Ah, okay, I'm sorry, just line up now."

Yang Song's hands were fast, and he quickly made dozens of strings.

"Finally I ate brother Song's skewers again. Baifeng Pavilion is going to be closed for renovation. I was so hungry that I didn't fall asleep last night."

Some parents found their family's table with a tray and just sat down.

"This boss is really dark, he dared to sell a skewer of gluten for 100 yuan, stealing money, but this skewer is really delicious! Hey, son, why are you staring at me again? Dad, I'm in line."

"Queuing up is a fair rule, it's polite, we all should abide by it, it's nothing to show off."

"Okay, I don't want to show off, but why are you staring at me? Still staring at me like you caught me doing something wrong."

Such bridges broke out in front of almost every table.

Sessions from the kids:

"Why do you only buy grilled gluten? I wonder if grandpa likes lamb skewers best? Why don't you buy it for grandpa?"

"Grilled chicken wings actually only buy two skewers, one for yourself and one for me, what does grandma eat?"

"You can't eat chili, grandpa likes it, why don't the grilled chicken wings be spicy?"

"I bought everything, but I didn't buy golden baked buns for grandma. Mom and Dad, I'm very disappointed in you."

Parents:
"Doesn't your grandma dislike eating?"

"Grandpa likes to eat lamb skewers?"

"Your grandparents like chili?"

"I asked before, and they all said they didn't like it."

……

An adult's far-fetched explanation cannot convince the pure and persistent carrot head at all.

"Who said grandparents don't like it? Have you asked? If you like it, you have to buy it for them and eat it."

"You all think it's delicious, don't grandparents like it?"

"Grandpa and grandma are saving you money, you adults don't understand their hearts at all."

"Mom and Dad, you have to be sincere."

"When you buy delicious food, you don't give it to yourself first, and you don't give it to me first. You have to give it to the elders first."

"Don't just care about it with words, but with practical actions."

The so-called adults, blushing from being taught by the radish heads, bowed their heads.

(End of this chapter)