Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 1108

The only people who are so arrogant are Wen Jiu and Wen Jiu's two older brothers.

They are Wen Shunli and Wen Shengli respectively.

True brothers, the same father and mother, the kind of brothers who can withstand the paternity test.

The names are quite different.

The three brothers of the Wen family gathered for dinner, and Wen Jiu ordered a hundred kebabs of mutton and three glasses of beer.

Mutton kebabs with beer are definitely the enjoyment of life.

However, the boss, Wen Shunli, insisted on grumbling: "Third brother, I'm the third-highest now, and I can't eat so much greasy barbecue. I'll just try one mutton skewer. You and the second child can eat it."

Wen Shengli also said: "I don't eat it, I don't eat a bite. You don't have barbecue at all in Los Angeles. After all, I am also a man with ten houses. Would I eat this kind of casual mutton skewer? It's not eaten on the Siberian prairie. Mutton that eats grasshoppers and drinks dew is not worthy of appearing in front of my eyes."

In a word.

Both the eldest and the second eldest of the Wen family disliked such an unremarkable food street that was not a five-star restaurant.

"Third brother, you can't do it. My elder brother and I came to see you from a long distance. We don't have to eat sea cucumber and shark's fin. You don't even care about us with ginseng and bird's nest. You actually let us eat mutton skewers in such a small dilapidated restaurant, and there are only lamb skewers. !" Wen Shengli patted the table with the bear's paw of the gold ring.

Wen Shunli's presentation was obviously more advanced: "Third brother, tell the truth to your brothers, have you encountered difficulties in life? Can't make it through? How did you end up eating this kind of junk food?"

There is horizontal black!
Wen Jiu explained: "Didn't I also order beer? You can order whatever you want."

They're not kids, they're brothers, so why don't they order what they like?
I haven't seen each other for three years, and the two brothers prefer to pretend to be aggressive.

Not his own, he can hit people with a brick.

Wen Shengli pulled the Lawen wine: "Where did all your money go? Did you get cheated by a woman? Now the poor can only eat this kind of rubbish kebabs?"

Wen Shunli pulled Wen Shengli away: "Ask carefully and be tactful. The third child also needs face when he grows up."

Wen Jiu: Your third brother, I am over [-] years old, and I have grown up long ago.

"How much money were you cheated? How many women? Tell me, brother will accompany you to the police station."

This horse riding is called euphemism?
"I don't have a woman, I haven't been cheated of money, and I haven't been cheated of sex!" Wen Jiu always had the urge to beat his brother violently.

But one fight against two is more disadvantageous. The key is that you can't win, and it's embarrassing to lose.

"Don't be embarrassed!"

"Yes."

The eldest and second child of the Wen family expressed their fiery brotherly love to the youngest brother with pure eyes without any dislike.

Brothers are such jerks, Wen Jiu doesn't want to talk anymore.

"Mutton skewers—" Meng Shijia came over to serve the food, and Chen Ming brought the wine.

The two of them wanted to take the opportunity to observe closely the two older brothers who could make Uncle Haoshuang warm the wine and be speechless.

The sizzling mutton kebabs exude a charming meaty aroma and a tempting golden color.

The scent drilled into the person's nose, and the mouth began to secrete saliva unconsciously.

The bad mood of warming wine was cured in an instant, and there were delicious mutton skewers, so what reason was there to talk to the two silly brothers?
No matter how many times you eat the mutton skewers grilled by Yang Song himself, you will never forget to return.

"I don't know how Brother Song roasts it. Every time I eat this mutton skewer, I think of the scenery of cattle and sheep under the wind and grass. I used to herd sheep when I was a child."

"The lamb in my childhood, I went to herd the sheep before the sun rose every day. I didn't go home to eat at noon. I just hugged my sheep and searched for wild fruits all over the mountains and plains. If I couldn't find any wild fruits, I would eat them." I eat dry food, and when the sun goes down and the moon rises at night, I go home. I have raised sheep for a whole year. Anyone who sees them will say that my sheep are well-raised, and they must be delicious!"

The last sentence is really a twist.

I thought it was warm and childlike, but it turns out...

"But the sheep was sold later." Wen Jiu murmured.

Fortunately, the rest of the customers in the store are all acquaintances, they know each other well, and they know that eating at Yang Song's place will inevitably make some strange behaviors.

Everyone is very used to it.

The warm wine continued to eat, and then said, immersed in the memories and couldn't extricate himself.

"Later, I raised another sheep. I had experience. This sheep was raised even better. My parents also promised me that I would not sell the sheep this time. I would keep the sheep for Chinese New Year, but the sheep fell from the mountain in autumn. Can't find it anymore."

It’s really twists and turns. Uncle Wenjiu wanted to eat the sheep he raised when he was a child. Why was it so difficult?

"I'm not discouraged. I raised five sheep for the third time. This time I finally succeeded. Our whole family ate my sheep hahaha..."

This story tells us that as long as you keep raising sheep, there will always be a day when you can eat them.

Since then, warm wine and mutton have formed an indissoluble bond.

"Where's the mutton skewers?" Wen Jiu was immersed in the memory of the mutton skewers, and it was the disappeared mutton skewers that made him wake up from the memories.

In Baifeng Pavilion, the plate qualified to hold one hundred mutton skewers is one meter long, a large white porcelain plate, and one hundred mutton skewers are placed on it like a mountain of meat.

Now, the big porcelain plate is clean, only a few seasonings and two or three oil flowers are left.

Nothing else.

Warm wine: "Where's my lamb skewers?"

Wen Shunli drank his beer and looked up at the invisible sky.

Wen Shunli found the menu: "Fifty more kebabs!"

Chen Ming came out and explained: "I'm sorry for the guests, each table can only order a maximum of [-] skewers of mutton skewers."

Wen Shunli said again: "Then change the table for me."

In Baifeng Pavilion, he is definitely not the first person to play such a trick.

Chen Ming said again: "The mutton skewers are sold out."

During the noon and evening business hours of Baifeng Pavilion, Yang Song will prepare [-] skewers, and they will be gone when they are sold out.

Every time, some people lamented that they were too slow to get more skewers.

Someone suggested that Yang Song add more skewers, Yang Song said: "I can't add more, I don't have time."

He is simply too busy.

The menu in Baifeng Pavilion is getting thicker and thicker, and the guests can order anything. It is very rare to keep three hundred skewers for one barbecue.

In the current Baifeng Pavilion, except for the veteran Yang Jiajun, ordinary people can only order thirty skewers at most.

All the warm wine was used on the lamb skewers.

"Brother, don't you just eat one skewer and try it?" Wen Jiu stared at the pile of sticks next to him, no less than thirty skewers by visual inspection.

Wen Shunli thought the ceiling above his head was beautiful.

"Second brother, don't you even know how to taste?"

Wen Shengli was even more amazing. There were not less than fifty strings of sticks next to him.

Thinking of finally gathering the heads, he arrogantly ordered a hundred skewers of mutton skewers. He wanted to eat a lot of warm wine for the sake of the warm wine that he didn't eat much at noon, but it turned out that he didn't eat as much as usual.

Sure enough, the brothers are used to cheat.

(End of this chapter)