Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 1138

"Everyone should be more economical. Isn't it good to buy a house and a car?" Yang Song still had to persuade.

Let these people eat it again, Yang Song felt that either they would die or he would die.

It's so edible, he far underestimated how powerful a foodie's stomach is.

Mr. Lu Xun once said that time is like water in a sponge, as long as you are willing to squeeze it, you still need it.

As long as you are willing to squeeze the stomachs of foodies in Baifeng Pavilion, there will always be room.

A group of foodies actually crowded the surrounding gyms in order to eat more.

The owner of the gym is pressing the computer, smiling all over his face, and it can be steamed like a steamed bun in a steamer.

Yang Song had to be busy cooking, so he could only tell Chen Ming and the others to convey.

"It's one thing to dissuade one, and I'll add food to you at night."

Chen Ming and others tried to persuade them from morning to noon, but they failed to succeed, and they were almost instigated by others.

"Don't stop me, do you know how long I've wanted to eat squirrel mandarin fish? Since I have this dish, I haven't won a prize!"

"Go away, don't persuade me, you can't stop me."

"Do you know that I dream that Baifeng Pavilion can order food without restrictions. I have waited too long for this day, and no one can stop my desire for delicious food."

"Go away, I don't want to consume rationally, I want to be wild."

"Tell your boss not to meddle in your own business."

"If you don't let me eat, I still work hard to make money?"

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Meng Shijia worked hard for a long time, but he couldn't persuade one, not one.

This means that tonight's extra dishes may become a cloud.

At this time, Meng Shijia discovered Su Cheng.

Looking soft and weak, she is bookish and wears small glasses, so she should be still in school.

Going to school is good, Meng Shijia remembers that he was going to school when he was the poorest.

His father threw him in a closed school, filled his meal card, and gave him 100 yuan pocket money every month.

At that time, he was really poor and almost picked up junk.

"Brother, you just had three shrimp noodles, didn't you?"

"Yes, it's delicious, I want to have another one."

"No, we have rules here." Meng Shijia smiled, looking warm and kind.

"I can add money."

"It's not easy to add money, this is the rule." Meng Shijia said again: "Is the three shrimp noodles really delicious? Do you need to have an aftertaste?"

"Yes, this side has a long aftertaste, I think I can dream of it when I sleep tonight."

"Then you go back to sleep, please be early tomorrow."

"Are you chasing customers?"

"No, I just want to remind you to spend rationally. Although we are worth the money, the price is still a bit expensive."

In order to persuade customers to eat less, he can even slap himself in the face.

Absolutely.

"No, I want to order five mutton kebabs, six beef kebabs, seven gluten kebabs, and a bowl of assorted sweet soup."

Meng Shijia thought he had met a poor student: "Can you eat?"

He will never ask stupidly if you can afford it?

Customers are gods, even the gods of Baifeng Pavilion are too delicious.

Su Cheng's research project was very successful, and he was able to get a project bonus. In addition, his previous research results were used in related companies, and he received a lot of dividends every year.

He is not short of money.

"Well, I can eat it, and I think the food in Baifengge is not worth the money, but the value for money. It is [-]% off now, which is simply too cheap. I should eat more." Su Cheng Sincerely.

The development direction of this plot is completely different from what Meng Shijia thought.

"I see that this is your first visit to Baifeng Pavilion, and you only ate our three shrimp noodles. Are you sure you want to order so many skewers? What if it doesn't suit your taste?"

Su Cheng took out his mobile phone and said, "I just checked the guide, and the skewers here are the beginning of the boss's fortune. All the guests gave good reviews, and there were a few neutral ones. All of them are because the boss didn't open the stall on time, so you can eat skewers. It's all about luck."

So, he has to try.

"Then you can order a bunch of them to try, there is no need to order so many at once." Meng Shijia continued his efforts.

"No, I've smelled it and seen it. It's hard not to like this kind of skewers." After Su Cheng finished speaking, he said, "Give me another glass of beer. I also want peanuts and edamame. I saw cold dishes There."

"Wait a minute, I want another spicy chicken."

"Aren't you from the south? Why do you like spicy chicken? The spicy chicken is very spicy."

"But I went to school in Los Angeles for many years."

People in Los Angeles can eat spicy food quite well.Of course, as long as the person standing opposite is not from Sichuan, they can all say the same.

Meng Shijia felt a little lost, the more he persuaded, the more Su Cheng ordered.

"Can you finish eating so much? We don't allow takeout here, you must finish eating, if you can't finish eating, you will be blacklisted, are you sure?"

This is the last effort, the last stubbornness.

"It's okay, I'm working overtime and doing some experiments, and living on milk for three days in a row, it's all trivial, I'm just getting started."

"Then please wait a moment, the food will be served soon." Meng Shijia gave up.

Chen Ming persuaded the old man with a white beard: "You really can't drink any more. I know that our Shixiang wine is delicious, and I also know that we have ten kinds of Shixiang wine. Today's unlimited supply, but you really can't drink any more." Yes, I've called your grandson, he'll be right here."

The old man's surname is Hu, a veteran, a hero, and he said what he said. He has been exercising for so many years, and he is in good health. When he gets old, he becomes an old urchin. He doesn't listen to anyone.

None of the two sons next to him dared to persuade them too much, and Mr. Hu lost his temper: "If you keep talking, I won't go to the hospital for a physical examination next week, and I won't go in the future."

Chen Ming can only call his grandson who is in cram school.

A 13-year-old boy came running with a schoolbag and a basketball in his arms.

"Grandpa, didn't you agree to play basketball with me?"

Grandpa Hu immediately stopped shouting and drinking: "Let's go, let's go play basketball!"

The old man was very cooperative and was led away by his grandson, leaving behind the tall and burly son who looked at him in dismay.

There are countless old people in China, their sons are picked up, and their grandchildren are relatives.

Zhang Xiaoyang is persuading a pair of sisters: "You two beauties, I know you can eat, but we really don't order two hundred skewers of mutton skewers at once."

"Who told you that we can't finish it? Doubting our strength is tolerable or unbearable."

"I'm wrong, can't I?"

"Know it's wrong and still let it go?"

"It's crazy to eat two hundred skewers of mutton and drink beer at one time, not to mention that you have eaten drunk crab, drunk shrimp, hibiscus custard, eight-treasure duck, and sauce chicken before."

Let's not talk about whether they can finish eating, if they dare to finish eating, they can probably be sent directly to the hospital.

Gastric lavage is a fate they cannot escape.

"Don't worry, it's almost the end of the month. The hospital is not busy these days, and there is no need to line up for gastric lavage."

"You two beauties, you know your way very well."

"Of course, if you love to eat and want to keep fit, you must know how to wash your stomach."

The friends were all petrified.

Zhang Xiaoyang couldn't stop him, so Yang Song could only step forward.

(End of this chapter)