Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 1091 The Soldier Without Fighting

Yang Song is going to make pig soup today, and Shen Huaizhao has written a signboard and hung it at the door.

Gu Baiwei naturally chooses chopped scallions that are as finely chopped as lilac flowers.

Today's scallions are also shallots, which are fresh and sweet with a slight spicy taste. The scallion oil is abundant, and it just goes with the rich and fragrant pork soup, which makes it more fresh and refreshing.

With Gu Baiwei around, Yang Song was much more relaxed.

Cut several pots of pig offal, and the pig soup boils like crab eyes.

"Please come in!"

The people in the first team of Baifeng Pavilion did their part and took the lead, queuing up and scanning the QR code to pay.

"Pork soup is 300 yuan, fire is 99 yuan, and the total is less than 400 yuan. Brother Song is really giving face."

People who come to Baifeng Pavilion to eat are not short of money, or even if their wallets are not very full and their balance is not very considerable, they still want to come to eat.

Not for anything else.

"Really delicious!"

"It's a kind of enjoyment to eat here at Brother Song. I feel that I have spent more than half of my life eating pig food."

"Food has given me meaning in life. I've been promoted twice in a year, and my salary has been raised three times. Is there any reason not to come here for breakfast every morning?"

You have to come and eat, you can't do without.

Eating helps to struggle in life, get promoted and raise salary to marry Bai Fumei.

Yang Song said again: "In order to give back to new and old customers, today's breakfast is unlimited. Until it is sold out, everyone can have another bowl for free, but waste is not allowed."

New and old diners were shocked.

"It's the first time in the world, Brother Song, you want to treat me!"

"Two bowls are fine, and three bowls can do it."

"What happy event happened?"

Yang Song used that handsome face that was so handsome that it turned all sentient beings upside down with a smile: "No, I just want to make everyone happy."

Be happy now, and wait for him to post a leave note in the future, and he should be merciful.

Some unscrupulous authors will be chased by blades when they abandon the pit. The chef chooses to feed the diners before running away, which is very conscientious.

"Thank you, Brother Song!"

"Hehe, I don't know why, Brother Song invited us all to drink soup, and still held a kitchen knife in his hand."

"Stupid, Brother Song has to chop vegetables."

Yang Song quickly filled the boiled pig offal with a large iron spoon and boiled it in the pig soup to taste. Repeated several times, put the milky white soup into a bowl, half a bowl of soup and half a bowl of pig offal, sprinkled with densely packed green onions, dripped on top Sesame oil, topped with Shanxi mature vinegar.

A steaming bowl of pig soup with quack flavor is ready.

Yang Song also specially prepared chili oil, which diners like and can take by themselves.

Today's weather is a bit gloomy, it is very suitable to drink a bowl of pig soup, with fried pastry, people can't help but sigh:

"The world is worth it!"

"To live is to stutter."

"Shu Tan!"

"It fits very well!"

Almost everyone wanted a second bowl, and the children couldn't afford it, and the unscrupulous adults would take away what they couldn't finish.

“It’s the first time I think pork offal soup is so delicious!”

"Brother Song made this bowl of pork offal soup is not easy."

Crisp tripe, tender pork lung, unique pork liver, chewy hoof flower, tough large intestine...

In the mouth it is rich and mellow.

"Drink a bowl of Wangyou."

"Drink two bowls, and I can kick Tesla into outer space with one kick."

"Stupid boss, if you don't go on a horse and have meetings every day, I'll throw dirt in his coffee."

……

Yang Song's breakfast always makes people full of energy.

Gu Baiwei was so happy that he almost cried. The diners outside spend money, and no one can only order another bowl once.

Helping Brother Song in the kitchen, you can have three bowls in a row, and Yang Song will also cut a fruit platter for them to eat.

Undoubtedly, Gu Baiwei sighed while eating the fruit platter that Yang Song casually made.

"This honeydew melon can actually be cut like this. Sure enough, delicious food is even more delicious when it's cooked well."

"I never knew that purple grapes and bananas go together so well."

"This is sweet apple soup, how can it be so delicious?"

"The sweetness of the apples is preserved, and the apple pulp becomes soft and smooth through stewing. Sure enough, white fungus is added, and what else? This sweetness is definitely not just as simple as apples."

"There is actually wine fermented plum meat, so sweet and sour, it's so refreshing!"

Gu Baiwei went to find Yang Song after eating this sumptuous breakfast.

"What?" Yang Song was taken aback: "You want to work in Baifengge?"

Gu Baiwei nodded in agreement.

Yang Song: "Aren't you going back to the capital?"

Gu's private kitchen in the capital is closed?That's your own business, you are the boss, is it really good to betray yourself?

"Yes, I decided not to go back." Gu Baiwei was sure.

Yang Song said: "I heard that your guests have reserved your dishes for a long time, and they have paid for it."

That's right, Gu Baiwei is a wayward person, it's hard to make reservations for his dishes, and he needs to pay first before eating.

In terms of ingredients, he has a lot of room for free play.

Diners are often not asked to make up the difference.

It is clear that the money is not bad.

The most famous time, a customer paid for chicken. Gu Baiwei not only stewed the chicken, but also stewed the sea cucumber and chopped the big lobster. Not only did he not make any money, but he also lost a lot of money.

Still did not let the diners make up the difference.

"Satisfied with the food?"

"I'm so satisfied. Chef Gu really deserves to be a famous chef in Beijing." The diners were all paying.

Chef Gu was also very satisfied: "Then do you want to sit down for a while, or choose to leave? Do you need another pot of tea?"

Diner: "How much more should I pay?"

"You have already paid, and you don't need to pay again." Chef Gu has always been like this: "People who eat at my place eat cooking skills and taste delicious food. I say how much you pay, and you don't need to bargain. No price increase."

The willful Chef Gu came to Los Angeles to be willful.

"I will compensate them for their losses, or if they want, they can come to Los Angeles to eat."

"The diners agreed?" He noticed Chef Gu making several phone calls one after another.

"I agree." Gu Bai said.

"They have no objection?"

"No, it's all for dinner, it's just a different place."

The distance from Beijing to Los Angeles is not that close.

Yang Song suddenly said: "Chef Gu, why are your diners so obedient?"

It's just someone else's diner.

Gu Baiwei: 'I don't understand what you're talking about. '

Yang Song roughly explained the situation.

From the original snack carts, there were no stalls, or late stalls.

"Someone will definitely call me to urge me, and some people will come to my dormitory to find me."

"The most amazing thing is that once, I saw my name and various skewers on the bulletin board of the school's lost and found."

It made some students think that Yang Song ate other people's skewers.

"Now, in order not to let me ask for leave, there is no stationery store within three kilometers of Baifeng Pavilion. Even the copy shop that used to be there has moved away."

Finding a piece of snow-white A4 paper near Baifeng Pavilion is no less difficult than digging for gold in situ.

Diners are just that crazy.

Gu Baiwei thought about it for a few seconds, and smiled slightly: "Brother Song, you are too used to them. When I opened my private restaurant, I opened a table every day. Some people were not satisfied. Later, I opened a table every week, and some people were still dissatisfied. Humph, now I often open a seat once a month, but no one is dissatisfied, they are all busy competing for seats, and have no time to trouble me."

Yang Song: "Your smile looks like a villain." '

(End of this chapter)