Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 990 One Hundred Kinds of Cakes
Yang Song stretched his arms and embraced the universe: "I held a cake banquet just to know the true level of my cake.

Let diners taste the cake, so that they can give advice.

Otherwise why invite them? "

Meng Shihan said: "I still need to write a suggestion in a conspicuous font on the announcement."

Chen Ming said with emotion: "Yes, the original quota of 600 people will definitely be squeezed by everyone, but now it's alright, those diners who see a hundred kinds of cakes will definitely calm down."

The announcement was concise and to the point, Meng Shihan wrote it and sent it out.

There was instant eruption in several large groups.

"I am I am, I am a true fan of desserts!"

"Folks, one hundred kinds of cakes, my brother Song is my brother Song!"

"Upstairs, look clearly, familiar A4 paper, familiar suggestions, this time you have to write suggestions in real name."

"What are you afraid of when writing suggestions? We have universal suggestions."

Yang Song, who was diving, sneered again and again, moved his fingers slightly, and typed out a line of words.

"The diners who participated in the honeydew melon jasmine cake this afternoon probably don't like desserts, and they will not be considered for the cake banquet ten days later."

There was a thunderclap on the ground.

"Who are you? Don't scare us. I had a cake today, so I could have a good night's sleep, but suddenly there is bad news."

"Dude, don't be joking, you scare me."

"Say it quickly, you're spreading rumors, or I'll pee my pants for you to see."

Yang Song sent a picture, it was nothing but honeydew melon jasmine cake.

"You guys failed it. I spent a full hour reading your proposals carefully, and you ended up treating me like this. I'm so disappointed in you."

This tone, this temperament.

Someone yelled fearfully, "Brother Song?"

Yang Song: "Yes."

It was no longer a thunderbolt.

"It's over."

"Did all 100 of us really write the exact same answer?"

"Brother Song, why are you in the group?",

Yang Song sent a goodbye expression and withdrew first.

"It's cold, it's completely cold, I know that with Brother Song, you must not be opportunistic."

The remaining 99 people all sent crying emojis.

other people:
"Ahem, although it's not suitable, hahaha..."

"The quota of 600 people is really too small. It is because of your launch that we are more likely to enjoy the cake banquet."

"A hundred kinds, a hundred kinds, I can easily count a hundred."

"Be selfless, you can go at ease, we will not forget you."

"I was still wondering when I would be able to eat the cake made by Brother Song, but I didn't expect it to be so soon."

"If you want to hold a cake banquet for 600 people, Baifeng Pavilion doesn't have such a big place?"

"We don't need to worry about this. Since Brother Song said 600 people, there is absolutely no problem."

"What is tangled is that we have tens of thousands of people, and it is very difficult to select 600 people."

"A true sweet tooth, what's the standard?"

"When I drink milk tea, I always add three times the sugar."

Meng Shihan sent the spreadsheet to the group.

"What, sign up for the exam!"

Baifeng Pavilion will come up with a set of test questions, and the content of the test is sweet.

"There is no limit to the number of people taking the exam, but only one hundred are admitted? Why?"

"Don't ask why, what you have to ask is, who can come out and divide the scope of the exam?"

"The upstairs makes sense."

"If you want to take the exam, please sign up as soon as possible. We will book a classroom in No. [-] Middle School this Sunday for the exam." Meng Shihan said.

The campus of No. [-] Middle School is very large. This Sunday, the students of No. [-] Middle School will leave the school.

"We only have four days to review."

"I really have the tension of cramming when I was on campus."

All the messages that should be sent have been sent.

Yang Song and the others went back to their respective houses to sleep.

The next morning, when Yang Song woke up, Meng Shihan put him on the bed.

"Songsong, do you know how many people signed up?"

"Well, how many people?" After Yang Song woke up, he would lie in bed in a daze for 3 minutes before fully waking up.

After waking up, don't get up immediately, wait for about 3 minutes to get up again, it is very healthy and healthy.

Since he wants to become the King of Cooking God, Yang Song cherishes his body even more. The King of Cooking God must live long enough.

"Guess!" Meng Shihan knelt on the quilt, picked up Yang Song, and helped him up: "You will never guess."

I really don't understand why beauties like to play the game of guessing and guessing, and they can't guess right.

"Eight hundred." Yang Song squinted his eyes, pretending not to see Meng Shihan's almost transparent white pajamas.

"No, you have the guts to guess." Meng Shihan couldn't do it excitedly.

"Two thousand, no more." Yang Song said.

Many of the migrant workers in Los Angeles are on single days off.

Finally, there is a rest day, and I must make up for sleep at home.

"You still guess less, guess again."

"Two thousand and four hundred people."

"Songsong, guess again."

"Two thousand one hundred and one people."

Meng Shihan was upset: "Honey, be serious."

Yang Song woke up: "It can't be any more, and there will be no more seats in the Sixth Middle School."

"It's okay, I've already contacted the No. [-] and No. [-] middle schools."

"Add two schools all at once? The No. [-] Middle School campus is huge."

In Los Angeles, No. [-] Middle School is a well-known large campus, claiming that one is worth two or three.

Yang Song: "That means 5000 people signed up?"

Meng Shihan was disappointed: "Be brave, don't be afraid, just guess."

"It's impossible to break through ten thousand, right? It's impossible for those three schools to let go."

Meng Shihan didn't speak, her brows and eyes were all smiles.

Yang Song was taken aback: "There can't be 1 people, right?"

"To be precise, there are 890 seven people."

Not only that, there are more than this number of people who want to take the exam, mainly on Sunday, not everyone can spare time.

"At this terrible time, I actually broke a bone!"

"When I was young, the thing I was most afraid of was the exam, but I'm in North America now, and I can't go back!"

"Why should I run to the sea and surf? Can't I go back?"

"Our company's annual meeting this weekend, we can't ask for leave."

……

"Dude at the annual meeting, if there are many people in the company, you can ask someone to go to the annual meeting or something, just like a university roll call. No one will notice that you didn't go, and no colleagues who don't have good eyes will expose you. .”

"Yes, the so-called annual meeting is to get together to eat and drink, to show loyalty to the boss, to thank the leader for his cultivation, and to say flattery like a car wheel. Nothing else is interesting."

"If time permits, you only need to take a risk at the beginning, and then you can run."

The buddy who couldn't ask for leave was silent for a long time and said:
"You're all right, but I'm the boss, and I started that crappy company."

This turning point—

"It's really inappropriate if the boss doesn't go, everyone can find out."

"I can only accept my fate, but you can roll your name that day. If you can't go, neither can other employees."

"Are you all devils?"

Yang Song smiled, and sent another message: "Considering interpersonal communication, I will select 20 people who stand out in this exam and allow them to bring their companions to the cake banquet."

One stone caused a thousand waves.

(End of this chapter)