Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 1132 The Last Three Days

"It seems to be true. I ate a big bowl of beef noodles before, and I wanted to share a delicious meal with her, but she was unwilling." Chen Ming said.

Meng Shijia flipped through the phone: "Did she reply to your messages? Why didn't she reply to me?"

This does not explain.

It can only be said that Meng Shijia is not Shen Huaizhao's cup of coffee.

"Secret." Meng Shihan said: "You guys don't ask about girls' affairs."

Meng Shihan knew what was going on, which meant that Shen Huaizhao was fine, so Yang Song didn't worry about it anymore.

"We're making a fish feast tonight, Meng Wan, are you guys free? Would you like to have a taste together?" Yang Song asked suddenly.

Chen Ming's heart was about to break.

"Brother Wenwu, their family Tiantian, and brother Wenjiu, let's call them together, there are so many people."

What is extreme joy and sorrow?

What does it mean that the duck in hand is flying again?
What does it mean that people are not as good as heaven?
In just a few seconds, Chen Ming's world was no longer beautiful.

"Brother Song, I asked, and they all said they would come."

"Brother Wenjiu and his two older brothers said they would come over soon."

Yang Song said again: "There is also Baiwei. He has been too tired these two days. I asked him to go back to rest. I don't know how he is recovering. I will call him and ask him to come if he can."

"After heavy fatigue, it's not suitable to eat raw fish, right?" Chen Ming was still struggling.

I thought I could eat one more person, but now so many people came suddenly.

Yang Song even planned to call more people.

How can this work?

Chen Ming only ate two bowls of noodles, six skewers of mutton skewers and a cup of yellow-skin lemon fruit tea for the fish feast tonight.

I deliberately ate only 15% full, and even stood for [-] minutes after eating, just for better digestion, eat more tonight.

There is no more to eat now.

"Brother Song, if you call someone again, I may starve to death on the banquet table tonight."

It is not enough to eat.

Yang Song always doubted whether Chen Ming was the son of the richest man in Los Angeles.

"Isn't your father very rich? Aren't you also very rich?"

"Haven't you seen a lot of worlds?"

"Why does it look like a starved ghost reincarnated every time?"

I recalled it very seriously.

"Chen Ming, brother, I found that you are in my memory, and it seems that you have never been full."

The shareholder of the dignified Baifengge, the buddy of famous chef Yang Song, often doesn't know what satiety is.

"Brother Song, you finally found out, I'm suffering so much..."

Bitter meat, obviously bitter tricks.

"Don't cry." Yang Song advised.

Chen Ming thought it would work: "My Brother Song loves me dearly." '

"It's too fake to cry." Yang Song lifted Chen Ming up with one hand: "You're getting fat again."

"I said that you obviously eat a lot every time and gain weight, but you still tell me that you are not full."

Really capable.

The only explanation is that Chen Ming's stomach has been growing.

He has gone a long way on the road of being able to eat.

In Baifeng Pavilion, Chen Ming's bowl is three times bigger than Meng Shijia's.

Yang Song once wondered if Chen Ming was ill.

Totally overthinking.

"Brother Song, you are right, but what should I do if I don't have enough food tonight? I'm hungry."

Looking at these people robbing food, he was even dizzy from hunger.

So sad.

Before eating, you can imagine that you will be very hungry after the end.

Meng Wan was a little embarrassed, as was the warm wine on the phone.

Liu Haoran, who had just entered the door, couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.

It seemed that all of them were the chief culprits of Chen Ming's hunger.

Well, now living in Los Angeles, what should I do if the son of the richest man can't get enough to eat?Wait online.

Yang Song angrily gave Chen Ming a headache.

"There are too many people, I will naturally add more food."

What kind of face is this guy showing?
So embarrassing.

"How much to add?" Chen Ming pressed ahead.

"Don't worry, you will be full by then." Yang Song began to dislike his shareholders.

Chen Ming hadn't realized this yet.

Yang Song said again: "It's closed tonight, we can eat earlier."

"Eat early means you can eat for a long, long time." Chen Ming is very clear about Yang Song's schedule, and knows that as long as there is no major event, he will never stay up late.

"Starting tomorrow, for a period of three days, all the dishes in Baifeng Pavilion will be open. Except for a few dishes that need to be reserved, there are no restrictions on other dishes. You can order as you like, and the cake will be turned into a takeaway. It's hard work, Brother Wenwu found someone to deliver it .”

Chen Ming was excited: "My parents like to eat cakes, Brother Song, I want to make an appointment for three."

Yang Song: "Forget it if you're overwhelmed. With your ID card, each person can only reserve a small cake, about three inches, two people can six inches, three people can eight inches, each person can only make one reservation for this event, depending on the identity No waste, no commercial use, and those who don’t comply with the regulations will be blacklisted, that’s all.”

Liu Haoran said, "Brother Song, although I really like that you don't limit the number, but there are so many diners in Baifeng Pavilion, if you order tens of thousands of cakes, can you handle it?"

"I can't make it." Yang Song said: "Even if we have Baiwei to help tomorrow, we can only make 120 eight cakes under the condition of ensuring business."

This is already the limit.

"No, I have to think of another way."

Reservations are not acceptable, even if Baifengge cakes are not cheap, there are more rich people in the world.

"I figured out a way." Yang Song immediately called Li Jinxiu and Li Yaoyao. "I need a round table with a diameter of ten meters, made of heavy wood, is there any?"

It was Li Yaoyao who answered the phone: "Well, when do you want it?"

"Tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning, I have to use it." Yang Song added: "I can arrange for someone to pick up the goods."

"In such a rush? Too late to do it." Li Yaoyao told Li Jinxiu to answer the phone.

"What do you want a heavy wooden table for?"

The heavy wooden table is made of good wood. Real old wood is rarely seen in the market. Often only one or two pieces of old furniture can be found in some people's homes.

This kind of table is very heavy and does not meet the market of modern people, but the heavy wooden table is very durable and has a good texture, and the longer it is used, the more beautiful it will be.

Playing a table can last at least 100 years.

A true darling for furniture lovers.

"It's ten meters in diameter. I have one at home. It was made by my great-grandfather. It has been stored for many years. We cherish it."

They are all antiques.

Yang Song said again: "Baifeng Pavilion will be open all day tomorrow. I plan to use a big table to hold cakes. I will make beautiful and delicious cakes with a diameter of [-] meters. I can't show them without a good table."

"In the next three days, if you and your sister are free, please come and try."

"Not only cakes, but also other desserts. The first day is cake, the second day is mille-feuille, and the third day I haven't figured it out yet."

Yang Song also knows that other people's tables are precious and is willing to accept supervision.

The photo album that the Li sisters showed him last time had a heavy wooden table, which was very beautiful, but the one in the photo album was a square table, which was not very big.

He called for help, in fact, just want to try his luck.

"It's okay if it's inconvenient. I still hope that you can come and try our new dishes in Baifeng Pavilion."

"When will you come and take it away?" Li Jinxiu agreed.

Yang Song was stunned for a moment before he understood what she meant: "At nine o'clock tonight, there will be no traffic jam at that time. I will take people and cars there. And thank you, thank you very much."

"You're welcome." Li Jinxiu was still that fairy-like elder sister who borrowed a family treasure, and her attitude was still as calm as a chrysanthemum.

"Could this be the ladylike temperament in the legend?" Yang Song thought about it and thought it was pretty, and whistled.

(End of this chapter)