The beginning of a city with a trillion

"Okay, it's long overdue."

"What did you say?"

"No, I said you are so handsome!"

Yang Linlin ran away in a hurry...

After a dish is fried, the oil will no longer explode.

Yang Fei looked at it and said, "Linlin, it's done, you can come later."

Ah!

Just had a break!

Yang Linlin had a bitter face, "Brother, you just finish the game."

"No, just watch it yourself, I'll teach you." Yang Fei said.

"Oh."

Yang Linlin had no choice but to cook according to Yang Fei's instructions.

Then the teacher Wang Han next to him started to fry the potato shreds, and he just put the potato shreds into the pot.

"what!"

Yang Linlin made a stab and hid behind. Everyone looked at her in surprise.

What is this for?

This is how afraid of the oil pan!

Yang Linlin sneered: "Haha, Teacher Wang Han, I'm really not afraid, it's just a conditioned reflex."

"Okay, come here, what are you running, even if you do it, it's okay."

"Hehe, I got it, I won't run away."

After this little episode, Yang Linlin finally stopped running away and made a fish head casserole smoothly, and she ate the first bite by herself.

"Wow, it's so delicious, peerless and delicious." Yang Linlin's face was intoxicated, it turns out that's how the chef's satisfaction came from, and it made me so happy. "

"Do you like this feeling?" Yang Fei asked aside.

"I like it, today the kitchen is my world."

"Then leave it to you, I'll go ahead."

Yang Fei walked to the front with a smile, and was stopped by the table in Baodao as soon as he went out.

"Xiao Fei, come here." The woman from Baodao shouted.

"Come on, big sister, what's the matter with you?" Yang Fei asked.

"We want to come over to eat dumplings tonight, I wonder if it's possible?"

"Yes, but we don't have dumpling wrappers, and we don't sell any here."

Before Yang Fei could speak, Liu Yan spoke first.

"It's okay, he will. He is from Tianjin." The woman pointed to a man in white clothes with a beard next to him and said.

"Yes, I will." The bearded man said.

"Oh, northerners, if you like to eat pasta, that's fine. Come over by yourself in the afternoon, and I'll make stuffing for you, and you can make the skin." Liu Yan said.

"Okay, let's put it this way, we'll come over this afternoon."

"Okay, I'll wait for you this afternoon."

"Enn, then help us pay the bill, we'll go out and play for a while, then come over."

"Okay, Mr. Wang Han, go to pay the bill."

In this way, Huaxia Restaurant received its first semi-automatic order.

In the evening, Jiang Feng went out to do some shopping, but there was an unforeseen situation, and there was a storm.

"God, if you change your face, you will change your face."

Yang Fei carried his things into the shop, his whole body was already wet, and he kept complaining, "The rain is too fast and too heavy."

"Okay, go take a shower quickly, don't catch a cold." Liu Yan took the ingredients in Yang Fei's hand, "It's a good thing you didn't buy too much, otherwise you will definitely lose money today."

"Yeah, it's raining so heavily, probably no one came." Wang Han sighed.

"It's okay, the rainstorm comes quickly and goes quickly. It will be fine later. I'll take a shower first."

Yang Fei comforted Liu Yan and ran to take a bath.

He came out of washing the dishes and went to the living room. The torrential rain outside continued without any sign of stopping.

"It seems that we can only eat by ourselves tonight. I don't know if it will rain tomorrow, but I still want to go fishing." Yang Fei muttered.

Wang Han, who was next to him, heard the answer and said: "Tomorrow will probably be suspended. With such a heavy rain, the sea must not be calm."

"Xiaofei, Mr. Wang Han, how are you doing? I'm still worried about the turnover tonight, so can't you find a way to help me?" Liu Yan shouted from the side.

Oops, just ignore this chef.

Yang Fei smiled, "Liu Yan, don't worry, if the rain stops, there will definitely be many guests."

"I hope so." Liu Yan was depressed.

Yang Fei had no choice but to pray that the rain would stop soon.

Chapter 875 What are you thinking!

I don't know if God heard Yang Fei's prayer, but at three o'clock in the afternoon, the rain stopped.

The sky began to clear, and the sun was still emitting residual heat in the sky.

More and more tourists walked onto the beach to enjoy the fresh air after the rain.

The flow of people is heavy, and Liu Yan seems to see hope.

"Xiao Fei, Mr. Wang Han, let's go stepping on the sea water." Liu Yan said.