Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 1177
It's not even noon yet, and there are many shops selling barbecue in the streets and alleys, and only the Northeast can do it.

Yang Song has long been used to it.

In Northeast China, it is normal to have barbecue in the morning, barbecue at noon, and then barbecue in the evening.

Barbecue is sold on the street selling fruit, and barbecue is also sold in noodle restaurants. Any restaurant either sells barbecue itself or the neighbor's shop sells barbecue.

In addition to barbecue, or barbecue.

In the Northeast, eating barbecue is a very casual thing.

Whether it is a big boss wearing a gold chain and driving a luxury car, or a worker, everyone can have a drink at a barbecue stand.

"Big Brother, Big Sister! This dish is good, let's make one!"

can drink!can eat!
Every time Yang Song goes out, there is always some barbecue. Even if he thinks he is full, he still can't help but want to eat.

Northeast is such a city with a barbecue atmosphere.

delicious city.

Except for a few bastard things, the entire Northeast is filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

A cook, who eats well and drinks deliciously, has no time to be in a bad mood, and has no time to make others unhappy.

Yang Song was caught and ran by his classmate Noble, shuttling between buildings, like turning a maze.

"Boy, I very much suspect that you are going to kidnap and traffic me!"

Children cannot be underestimated.

Many years ago, a well-known college student was abducted and trafficked by a teenage girl.

He Yang Song, a well-known chef, a good young man, it's not surprising that he was kidnapped by a third-grade elementary school student.

At best it is more embarrassing.

"Uncle, can you run the train with your mouth full?" Gao Gui was very disdainful: "Are adults as boring as you?"

Yang Song hadn't had time to speak for adults.

"I don't want to grow up for a moment." Gao Gui muttered again: "Adults are too sad. Sometimes I feel that children grow up slowly. Is it a degenerate process?"

Yang Song: 'Your idea is very unique. '

"Uncle, you really are not as good as me!"

A head fell on the noble black and dense head.

"Be honest, or the grown-ups won't care about you!"

"Uncle, run quickly, or you will have to wait for a long time to get to us."

Urge again.

Yang Song finally felt the feeling of the diners rushing towards the Baifeng Pavilion at the speed of a [-]-meter sprint.

"Sure enough, I am not the only restaurant in the world that considers the health of diners, what a bosom friend!"

This idea is unknown to the diners of Baifeng Pavilion.

"When I first started running, my 996 body really couldn't bear it."

"Staying in a chair for more than nine hours a day, I am tired from sitting and standing, and I can only lie down. I am only 28 years old."

"To be honest, before I went to Baifeng Pavilion for dinner, my number of exercise steps was less than [-] steps a day. Now [-] steps are nothing."

"Normally, it's okay. As long as Brother Song has a new dish, I can run down from the 28th floor. Waiting for the elevator is too scary."

"Brother, you haven't run with Song Ge's snack cart. Back then, Song Ge didn't know where he got the inspiration from, pushing the snack cart and running around. Our group of diners can become policemen, and we try our best to catch Song every day. elder brother."

"I also know this. Back then, Brother Song always had various reasons not to leave the stall, or to leave the stall late. The stars at night and the wind at dusk were all his reasons for not going out."

"Running every day is too tiring. The key is that I still can't win."

……

Gao Gui ran with Yang Song for 15 minutes, and finally found the Huahua BBQ hidden in the corner.

The signboard is quite simple, it is actually a faded flag.

The owner's surname is Hua, and the proprietress's wife is also surnamed Hua. They have been married for 43 years and opened the shop for 43 years.

It is my nephew who is responsible for delivering the food in the store, which is a typical family business.

There are twelve tables in the open air.

Yang Song and Gao Gui grabbed table number eight.

As soon as they sat down, the remaining four tables were also full.

If another person comes, he can only move the small bench and small table by himself.

"Grandma Hua, we want six skewers of mutton, six skewers of beef, four skewers of fresh beef, four skewers of ribs, two skewers of skin, two skewers of crispy bones, two skewers of chicken skin, two skewers of chicken gizzards, two skewers of chicken hearts, and two skewers of spicy pork ribs Two skewers of dried fish slices, two skewers of five flowers, two skewers of grilled sausage, two skewers of chicken racks, two skewers of pork skin, two skewers of eggplant, two skewers of green peppers, two skewers of potatoes, two skewers of steamed buns, and a bottle of big white pears, what do you drink, uncle?"

"Coke in [-]."

After this series of orders, Yang Song was dumbfounded: "You can eat quite a bit."

"Uncle, what are you talking about? I'm not doing this for you? You said you want to try more of our northeast delicacies? Otherwise, I wouldn't order so much."

Yang Song: "I didn't hear that you ordered double servings?"

"Uncle, I will eat with you, otherwise it would be boring for you to eat alone."

"Are children nowadays so good at talking nonsense with their eyes open?"

"I accidentally closed my eyes."

Yang Song started a large number of this small shop.

The kitchen is huge, with two grills, one for meat and one for vegetarian, the meat one is two meters long, and the vegetarian one is also two meters long.

The old couple of the Huahua family cannot be described as old at all. They are hale and hearty, clearly very young, like green pines in the mountains, unmoved by wind and rain.

Grandpa Hua is cheerful, looking like an old urchin, after baking a bunch of skewers, he will smile and make a few jokes, and even sing a few lines while roasting the skewers.

"My home is on the Songhua River..."

Not to mention, it sings very well.

There is no menu in their house, so they put two large transparent freezers at the door of the kitchen, which are full of ingredients, and the family members cut skewers next to the freezers.

After cutting a tray, open the freezer and put it in, clean, and let the diners watch the whole process.

What to eat, diners look at the ingredients themselves.

Eat whatever you have.

The meat skewers in their family do not change much, mainly vegetarian skewers, which change according to the season.

No matter what time it is, cooked skewers cost eight yuan, raw skewers cost six yuan, and vegetarian skewers cost five yuan.

The boss said it was easy to settle accounts.

They never let diners suffer.

Beef and mutton are standard skewers. Pork ribs, chicken and duck are cheaper than beef and mutton in the market, so you need to put more when skewering.

The old couple's barbecue skills are at the level of gods, and they never burn the meat.

Every skewer was just right.

Some diners explained that today they want to eat tender meat. The grilled skewers must be fresh and juicy. Some diners want to eat older meat skewers. The skewers must have gold rims. They are crunchy and delicious.

Who puts chili, who doesn't put chili, puts more and puts less, the old couple remembers clearly and never makes mistakes.

Anyone who comes here to eat barbecue knows that it is safe and comfortable to eat.

Yang Song looked at the colorful skewers in front of the freezer, and sometimes they had to be sent directly to the grill before they could be put into the freezer.

Business is really good.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, their skewers came up.

In fact, it took a long time to wait.

Looking at the first few tables, Yang Song understood everything.

Each table is two hills, one is meat skewers and the other is vegetarian skewers.

"Grandma Hua, today we want thirty skewers of mutton, thirty skewers of beef, twenty skewers of spicy pork ribs, twenty skewers of grilled oysters, ten skewers of duck collarbone, ten skewers of chicken racks, ten skewers of small dried fish, six skewers of small waist and six skewers of kung fu. Six skewers of shrimp cakes, six skewers of pork skin, six skewers of heart-protecting meat, six skewers of chicken breasts, and three skewers of roasted pig tails, three trotters, three skewers of chicken wings, three skewers of flowering sausages, three skewers of squid and lotus root boxes, and two catties of chicken feet and two catties of beef ribs Let's have another grilled sauerkraut."

There are only three people on the other side.

(End of this chapter)