My old bacon is back

"I just don't know if the locals are used to it!"

"Chef Lin's fried sauce is a must!"

"In this place, we need to put up a signboard to let customers know what our dishes are."

"For this place, I suggest putting our payment code."

"What code, there is no code in England."

"Ah, Cheng Zi is the only camper."

"no problem."

"How many tables do we have now?"

"Six."

"Six cards, it should be okay. I see the flow of people here. There should be a lot of people at night. We can just do business in the evening. Then use the time in the afternoon to prepare and prepare dishes. How about it?"

"Yes, I think Brother Lin's suggestion is good."

The locals resting in the square saw this food truck called "Hua Restaurant" a few days ago.

Today I saw the program team and came over together. A few fat women came over and asked curiously, "Are you filming a food program?"

Qi Yuan said: "Starting tomorrow, we will sell delicacies from China here."

The fat woman said happily: "Really, I live nearby, so I must eat your food tomorrow!"

"No problem, we will start business at 5 or 6 o'clock in the afternoon, and then you just need to come over."

Unexpectedly, I came to see the dining car, and even got a customer for tomorrow. Everyone was very happy.

After watching the environment near the dining car, several people walked into the local supermarket under the sun.

"Wow, why is this chicken so expensive!"

"This pork is also very expensive!"

"Our 2000 yuan is probably not enough!"

"Fortunately Brother Lin and Director Qi were prepared, otherwise we wouldn't be able to open the business on the first day."

Soon, Qi Yuan discovered something.

"There is flour here, I think we can make dumplings!"

Cheng Cheng's eyes lit up, and he said happily, "That's right, the dumplings are good!"

Chef Lin also nodded and said, "The dumplings are good, and the English people should be quite able to accept dumplings."

Then Chef Lin continued: "In this case, I think our menu can be finalized tomorrow."

The other four looked at Chef Lin.

Chef Lin said: "The first one must be dumplings. Let's make... um, 100 dumplings tomorrow, let's see how the business is doing first? So don't make too many dumplings on the first day. Then for the second one, just fry**."

Cheng Cheng couldn't help licking his lips, and said, "The sauce of Chef Lin's fried chicken is absolutely amazing, super delicious!"

"Wow, have you eaten it?" Chef Lin asked.

Cheng Cheng said: "Last year, Gu Siji and I made a reservation seven days in advance at the restaurant you went to Beijing to eat."

Chef Lin quickly explained: "Everyone, don't think that my restaurant business is very good. I only make reservations because I am not in the restaurant sometimes, such as recording shows now."

"For the third item, I think you can try Kung Pao Chicken Rice Bowl. And for the fourth item, it's our director Qi's specialty."

Cheng Cheng said, "Braised pork?"

Qi Yuan nodded: "That's right. I'll make a pot of braised pork tomorrow, and then I can just bring it over and sell it as a rice bowl, and there is no need for much processing."

Several people couldn't help nodding and licking their lips, obviously crying.

After spending more than 800 yuan in the supermarket, I bought a lot of ingredients, mainly chicken, pork, etc., and then a group of five returned home.

After putting down the dishes, Qi Yuan rushed directly into his room and took out a guitar.

Cheng Cheng took out a flute.

On the way back, Qi Yuan suddenly thought of the black performer he saw in the square of the restaurant just now.

So he thought, since he is idle now anyway, he can go out and try to see if he can make some money from music.

Cheng Cheng is also a singer, and the two hit it off immediately.

Then the two took their instruments and came to the square.

There are about 100 people in this small square at the moment.

Almost one-third of the people's attention was on that black buddy.

The brother is playing an instrument here, and has been for hours.

It seems that there are quite a lot of people who like his music, and sometimes someone pays and puts it in the box in front of him, so he has not left.

Cheng Cheng pursed his lips, put the knitted hat on his head on the ground, and sat with Qi Yuan under the shade of the tree.

Qi Yuan fiddled with the guitar, and then asked, "What shall we sing?"

Cheng Cheng said, "How about singing your "Someone Like Me"?"

Qi Yuan hummed, and then began to play the guitar.

The two looked at each other, and Cheng Cheng said, "For an excellent person like me, I should have lived a brilliant life, but why after more than 20 years, I'm still floating in the sea of ​​people."

A delicate face, singing a song with a bit of vicissitudes, this picture still feels a bit out of harmony.

But a few people have already been attracted.

A young couple stood six or seven meters away, quietly watching Cheng Cheng sing and Qi Yuan play the guitar.

A song has not been sung yet.

The program team brought over a stereo and microphone for sound amplification.

Cheng Cheng's clear voice continued to sing, echoing through the sound system in the square.

More and more people were attracted.