After being kicked out of the wealthy family, the fake daughter became popular in the entertainment

"Teacher Song, I am the manager of this store."

Zheng Hao's suppressed anger exploded, and he suppressed his anger and reminded, "I am responsible for this customer, so you don't have to worry about it."

It was the first time that Song Wei met someone who didn't give her face, and she was furious. But when she saw Zheng Hao's angry face, she suddenly remembered that her identity here was just a small waiter without any rights.

She paused, looked around, and found that there were people watching the fun all around her. Her face suddenly darkened.

Not one person reminded her, what on earth did they mean?

Ji Ran discovered that she had a conflict with a customer before the store manager heard it, but what did this have to do with him?

He holds a grudge and bullied Xinxin and Xiaoshu the first time they met. He has done his best by not adding fuel to the fire.

Zhou Shishi was watching the fun, but when she turned around and saw Song Wei's dark pupils looking at her, her heart skipped a beat and she hurried over to help.

"Sister Song, please come and help me. There are too many people here. I am exhausted."

Zheng Hao was still apologizing to the guests, but Ji Ran pretended not to see it. Only she was worried that if she didn't help, Song Wei would definitely hate her later.

There is no way she would make such a low-level mistake.

When Song Wei saw her coming, his gloomy expression improved a little.

Seeing that the other party was obviously so angry that he was about to burst his head, but still held back and did not vent, Tang Huayi looked around carefully.

Seeing the multiple cameras placed around him, he asked in surprise, "Are you recording a variety show?"

Did you just realize it now?

Zheng Hao's mouth twitched speechlessly, and he nodded, "We are recording "Dream Restaurant"."

Tang Huayi: “…”

So all the noise he made just now was recorded?

"And it's live broadcast," Zheng Hao added.

Tang Huayi: “............”

So it was not only recorded, but also broadcast to audiences across the country?

"Give me one of your spatulas."

It doesn't matter if there is no hole in the floor tiles, he can dig one himself.

"Sir, I can't give you the spatula. How about I give you two more dishes?" Since he didn't agree just now, Zheng Hao brought it up tentatively again.

"No need, I don't have a good appetite, just some egg fried rice will do."

Ever since Tang Huayi knew that this was a variety show, he understood why he didn't dare to really scold that woman.

The two of them have different identities, but they have something in common, that is, they are in a lower position than others and have no control over their own affairs.

"Thank you so much."

Zheng Hao was prepared to be scolded, but he didn't expect the other party to be so understanding and not pursue the matter any further. He felt delighted.

Tang Huayi waved his hand and said no more.

When he moved to sit down again, his nose suddenly moved and he sniffed in the air.

Zheng Hao looked at his strange movements, with a lot of puzzled questions hanging over his head.

"Guest, what are you doing..."

"What delicious food does your restaurant have?"

"Ok?"

Zheng Hao was stunned for a moment, and then he moved his nose as well, "It seems to be a steamed bun?"

The tone of his voice was questioning, and even he himself was not sure.

Their restaurant doesn’t serve steamed buns, and who would eat steamed buns so late at night?

"Give me a tray of buns, no, two trays."

Tang Huayi swallowed and made a "yeah" gesture with his finger.

“Sorry, we don’t sell...”

Before the word "baozi" came out of her mouth, she was interrupted by him, "I can pay for it."

"I'm not short of money. I can give you whatever you want."

Tang Huayi knew that celebrity restaurants were definitely not cheap, but when he smelled the slightly sweet aroma of noodles mixed with a light fragrance entering his nostrils, he didn't mind spending a little more.

Anyway, he has money and can afford it.

Fortunately, Song Wei didn’t know what he was thinking, otherwise he would have been angry to death.

She introduced expensive dishes to him with a shy smile, which was a thankless task and she was even called the store manager. However, she made him willingly pay for a bun that didn't even exist.

Seeing how persistent he was, Zheng Hao sighed helplessly, "Guest, this is really not about money."

"Then let me eat the buns, and we'll forget what happened just now."

"what?"

Zheng Hao exclaimed in surprise, "Didn't you just say you forgave us?"

"Oh, then I don't forgive you now," Tang Huayi said expressionlessly.

"..."

This is being broadcast live. Is it really okay for you to go back on your word so blatantly?

I’m not sure whether it was good or not, but the screen was filled with laughter in the live broadcast room.

[Hahaha, this is the first time I have seen such a shameless person.]

[What a shameless person! This is a foodie, a real foodie. ]

[You dare to force consumption in your store in the last second? The next second I can pay! I have a poor appetite in the last second, and the next second give me two drawers! Hahahaha...Are you slapping yourself in the face? ]

[And I forgive you, but the next second you pretended I didn’t say anything. This speed of changing your mind is incredible, hahahaha]

[What does a steamed bun that can make a foodie slap himself in the face taste like? I want to try it.]

[When you say that, I want to have a bite too. 】

[Who makes the buns? I remember the restaurant didn’t have this dish? ]

[I know, I know, it was Yun Moshu, she made it out of garbage.]

【Rubbish???】

【? ? ? 】

[What garbage? If you can't speak, don't come out and embarrass yourself. Those are obviously leftovers that should be thrown into the trash can. ]

【This...this...your explanation doesn't seem to be much better.】

[Yun Moshu can cook? Don't make me laugh. This must have been made by Chef Yang. Don't flatter her.]

[Humph, you ignorant boy, I won't bother with you.]

[If you don’t believe me, you can go to her live broadcast room. Yun Moshu didn’t ask anyone for help from beginning to end.]

[Really? I don't believe it. I want to go check it out.]

[I have sharp eyes and golden pupils, so I will go too. ]

Many netizens withdrew from the live broadcast room of the four people in the front hall and switched to the live broadcast room in the back kitchen.

"smell good!"

Lu Xin and Hu Bin sniffed and unknowingly stood in a semicircle around the steamer.

"Xiaoshu, how did you do it? Just smelling it makes my saliva flow." In order to prove that she was not lying, Lu Xin swallowed clearly.

Hu Bin also nodded frantically, "We saw what you did, and the steps are the same as what I know, so why is it more fragrant?"

Chef Yang took the opportunity to fan his nose with his hand, "It's probably a matter of seasoning. The precise proportions can bring out the aroma of the food."

"Master Yang is worthy of being a master. He understands the tricks just by smelling it," Yun Moshu nodded with a smile.

Chef Yang shook his head and laughed, "You exaggerate too much. Just because I can smell it doesn't mean I can match it."

"Even Chef Yang can't do it?" Hu Bin was extremely surprised. "Mo Shu, you are such a good cook, but you don't show it off. You are hiding it so well."

If he had this skill, he would have shown it off to the world long ago.

"Stop praising me," Yun Moshu smiled helplessly, looked up at the time, and said quickly, "It's ready to be served."

The moment the steamer is opened, a puff of white smoke gushes out, making the kitchen feel like a fairyland.

"What a nice smell! I knew I had the most sensitive nose!"

Tang Huayi stood at the door of the kitchen with his eyes closed and a look of intoxication on his face.