Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 1245 What to Do After Winning

Yang Song checked his homework until evening.

Someone in the middle said that he was hungry, so Tiezhu Gourmet cooked immediately.

"Read the menu for what you want to eat, and I will give everyone 100 yuan for meals." Yang Song waited to collect his homework.

"Someone wants to go to the bathroom? It's okay, go, there is a public toilet just walking inside, there is no other way there, come back and write as soon as possible, finish writing early and go home early."

Are teachers afraid of students who don't turn in their homework?
Just kidding?
After Yang Song finished correcting all the homework, he stood up and stretched: "I'm so tired."

Those students who stayed up until the end to hand in their homework: "..."

They wanted to sneer.

"I used to miss school life countless times, but I don't miss it now. I hate doing homework!"

"At that time, I kept a diary every day, and every week I either wrote a weekly diary or wrote an essay. How did I persist?"

"Who knows?"

"What do you miss about your youth? You are always doing homework when you are young. Now I only miss me in the graduation season, and I have no homework!"

"Do you still want to eat the dishes made by Chef Yang?"

With this sentence, no one complained in an instant.

It is a difficult choice between homework and Yang Song's dishes.

No matter in Los Angeles or in Shenyang, everyone deeply dislikes homework, but they still flock to Yang Song's dishes.

"Homework is hard to write, and small essays are even more annoying, but I still choose Chef Yang's dishes."

"Chef Yang asked us to do homework, just to learn from experience and lessons, to improve our cooking skills and make more delicious dishes. After all, it is for us, so let's stop complaining."

"Yes, instead of scratching your head next time, why don't you go back and practice how to write essays. Back then, we were also the ones who filled several notebooks and diaries with essays. How could we be defeated by a mere few hundred words now?"

"It makes sense. People can't live longer and regress. They could write back then. It makes no sense that they can't write now!"

"I'm going to the bookstore right now and buy a few books for writing exercises."

"I still need to buy a few food-related books and study the relevant knowledge well. Next time, we will try to hand in the papers early."

"study hard, improve every day!"

Back in the space, Yang Song carefully studied the homework of his classmates in the study.

Diners opinion.

Wu Chuang had already changed his clothes, walked on dance steps, and went to say hello to his friends very excitedly.

The little girl is also with me.

Yang Song wanted to summon a few ancient chefs to discuss together, but was told by the system that it was not possible.

"Currently, depending on your host level, you can only summon entertaining girls, sisters, and brothers. The ancient chef is a ceiling-like existence in the system. Please work hard and upgrade hard. Sooner or later, you will have a good day."

"Your uncle's!"

Yang Song could only angrily call Concubine Yang out to dance.

"Reporting to the master, I need a soundtrack for my servant's dance."

Forget that she is an imitation of Concubine Yang.

Yang Song immediately ordered a few more Le Ji to come out, enjoying the singing and dancing.

"Wouldn't Concubine Yang be more beautiful if it was real?"

"Yes, please rest assured, the host, we can arrange for the host Yang Guifei who has lost his memory, and Yang Guifei who has a false memory."

Yang Song: "Will you arrange Tang Minghuang together?"

"It can't be arranged. To a certain extent, what we arrange is infinitely close to a real person, but it is not the same as a real person. After all, those people have died for many years. I am just an ordinary system and cannot bring humans back to life. .”

"You're right. I've known for a long time that these are virtual humans with only 50.00% simulation."

"Virtual people are relative to the host world you live in, at least in this space, they are all real people."

"Understood, kneel down."

System: "Hehehehehehahaha."

It scolded Yang Song in Martian language, because it didn't have the guts to really say it, and Yang Song didn't have the same knowledge as it did.

This is probably the only system in his life. As the host, he still has to be generous occasionally.

Yang Song took out the menu of Baifeng Pavilion and hung it in Tiezhu Gourmet Store, so that anyone could come in and order.

The menu is a flag about three meters wide and six meters long, erected high, swaying gently in the sun.

Gao Tiezhu and his wife helped him, and Yang Song sometimes explained to them during the production process, and the couple benefited a lot.

The people queuing outside excitedly stretched out their fingers to count the dishes on it.

"Hey, there are hundreds of items on it, and the last one says how much to grill. Order whatever you want, and everything in the world can be grilled."

"My eyes are blurred and I can't see clearly."

"Aren't you stupid? Take a picture with your phone, and then look at the picture."

"I've already taken a picture, converted it into text, and sent it to you now."

"In the group, in the group, in the group of all of us, there must be a spirit of sharing."

"Send it now."

"I want to eat steamed stuffed buns, glutinous rice wine, jade dragon tendons, three silk noodles, crystal shrimp dumplings, stir-fried kidneys, pickled fish, garlic prawns, lotus root pork ribs soup..."

"Have you finished eating?"

"It seems that I can't finish it, but I want to eat it all."

"It's a good thing to order food casually. I always feel that after today, there will be no such shop, and I can eat as much as I can."

"Let's share a table together, as many people can eat more."

"It makes sense, six of us come to a table, and we can order fifty dishes."

"No, no, you have to take it easy. You can't eat too much, and you can't pack it. If you waste it, you will be blacklisted. Let's be more reserved and order 49."

"Row!"

"Brother Song actually made our Northeast one-pot food, as well as bacon pancakes."

"If you order one pot, you won't be able to order 49 dishes. It's okay, let's order three more people."

"Is three enough?"

"Call five."

……

A group of people get together, those who know each other and those who don’t know each other, share a table with each other, just to eat a few more dishes.

Yang Song's firepower was fully turned on, and his cooking speed was amazing.

As long as it is on the table, there will be dishes on the table within 3 minutes, and the dishes will be ready within half an hour.

Gao Gui issued tickets outside.

"There is only one chef who cooks, and my parents are the only cooks, so tickets are only issued to 200 people at a time, so don't wait for the rest, it is easy to get hungry."

"It's okay, we are willing to wait."

"Smelling the scent, we can wait as long as we want."

A group of people were sitting in the room waiting for the food to be served, and the people outside were repeatedly discussing what to order later.

"I think the fish should still be braised, why do you have to steam it?"

"Why don't you give me some fried noodles? I still want to eat pot-packed meat."

"I've eaten pot-packed meat before."

"I want to eat again, why don't you order that Huadiao Drunken Chicken?"

"I didn't see it. Order it now. You can only order one of the golden sweet plum and plum cold cake."

"Money eggs must be ordered. I have never eaten them. The name sounds festive."

"Pineapple sweet and sour pork, sweet and sour, I heard it is delicious."

"Eating dumplings, the dumpling stuffed with shrimp that Chef Yang arranged today seems delicious."

"There's even BJ Roast Duck, eat it, two."

"How can two be enough?"

(End of this chapter)