Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 13
"This. It's okay!" Yang Song dare not say that he sells 100 strings of roasted gluten for [-] yuan a day, [-] a day, so don't scare this brother to death.

"That's good! You were cheated of two months' salary before, and you only got a fast food truck. We were still worried, but now you have some income! If you can't support it, just tell your brother! It's not short of money!" Wang said. Xu stood up, patted Yang Song's shoulder sincerely, hummed a song, and went to the bathroom to wash up. After touching the meat all afternoon, it was time to wash up.

Yang Song smiled slightly, feeling warm in his heart. After all, his brother is very reliable!

All the baked gluten was sold out today, so Yang Song didn't bother to go out. He hid in the dormitory and had a good rest. There was class tomorrow morning and he had to buy baked gluten in the afternoon.

In the past two days, 2 yuan has been transferred in Yang Song's pocket. After the cost of several hundred yuan is removed, the rest is pure profit. It's really profitable!
But just like roasted gluten, it is estimated that there is no way to last for a long time. No matter how delicious something is, there will be times when you get bored. Now there is no way to eat it all over the world with one trick.

"System, when can I have other skewers? It can't be gluten all the time, right?"

"Because the host level is too low, there is no way to get new dishes. When upgrading, 1~5 different dishes will be given as gifts!"

"Do you still want to see the face?"

"That's right!"

Got it!After choosing a system, it’s still based on face?What if I am African?You only get one every time you level up, how long will it take to become a master chef!
But forget it, I am lucky enough now, being able to obtain this system is enough to prove that I am a European!hey-hey!
After class the next day, Yang Song pushed his small trolley to the food street, and saw that there was already a hawker on his old seat, surrounded by hawkers, and saw Yang Song coming , all of them held a malicious look. Once this kid came over, he was afraid that he would steal all the business from his side again.

Yang Song didn't care, and pushed the trolley to a corner. Generally, when people go shopping and walk to this position, they are already full of food, so basically no one wants to place it here.

The smell of wine is not afraid of deep alleys, Yang Song is in such a state now, he slowly arranges his ingredients, and then puts the small sign in front of the car.

"Juwei Roasted Gluten, only this one, a bunch of [-] yuan."

Then, a hundred strings of roasted gluten were quietly conjured up from it, pretending to be the type that was baked at home and sold directly.

Suddenly, Yang Song's cell phone rang!As soon as he picked it up, it turned out to be an unfamiliar number, but it was still from Los Angeles, so he connected it.

"็ Hello Who are you?"

"Boss! Where did you go? I found you this morning, and now I'm starving to death! If you don't show up again!"

"Ah you are?"

The voice sounded familiar, but Yang Song just couldn't remember who it was.The other end of the phone hurriedly said, "I'm Chen Ming! Where are you?"

"Huh? Where did you get my number?" Yang Song was a little surprised, and the latter explained briefly: "Xiaoqi found out that you are in the same school as her. I checked it out, found your dormitory, and gave it to you. The roommate will tell me 100 yuan!"

These bastards were bought for 100 yuan, but he also knew that Chen Ming was a big customer, so he said lightly, "Go inside, I'm at the very inside!"

"Innermost? Wait! Don't hang up! I'm here now!"

"Hey! I saw you!"

As soon as the voice fell, the phone was hung up, and then I saw a black figure running over in a hurry, it wasn't Chen Ming, it was someone else.

Yang Song put the roasted gluten on the charcoal to heat, and asked curiously: "Didn't you eat it yesterday? Why are you so anxious today?"

"Don't talk about it. If I hadn't seen you roasting with my own eyes, I would really worry about what mess you put in. Now I don't have any taste in anything I eat. I only think about your roasted gluten!" Chen Ming looked at Yang Song's hand. The tumbling baked gluten almost left the saliva!
"All right, all right!" Yang Song looked at Chen Ming with some distaste, and said, "Stay away, I'll sell it if your saliva comes in!"

"Hey! Sorry! I'm hungry!"

Chen Ming scratched his head in embarrassment, and then really took a step back.Yang Song handed the heated five skewers of gluten to Chen Ming, and said, "You probably won't be enough to eat five skewers. Eat first, and I'll roast it for you slowly!"

"Boss, you really understand me!" Chen Ming stopped being polite, grabbed the roasted gluten and stuffed it into his mouth.

After his mouth was full of greasy food, Chen Ming suddenly remembered something, and asked curiously: "Boss, do you have anything to drink here? Just eating roasted gluten is not enough!"

Yes!I don't seem to have anything to drink here. It would be great if I could have something to drink after upgrading in the future!
"No, if you want a drink, there is a canteen next to it, go buy it yourself!" Yang Song shook his head, lowered his head and continued to roast gluten.

Chen Ming curled his lips, but he didn't care, and continued to eat the roasted gluten. Soon, he finished all five skewers, took the five skewers from Yang Song's hand, and continued to eat.

Yang Song wasn't worried that Chen Ming wouldn't pay. Such a rich person only got a reputation. If he wanted to evade the bill for such a small amount of money, others would be ashamed to call him Mr. Chen!
When he ate No.13 skewers, Chen Ming was full and burped comfortably, "Boss, that's enough, I'm full, but I still need to pack ten skewers! My younger sister still wants to eat it!" "

"Okay! Wait a minute!" Yang Song felt a little familiar now, flipped his hands quickly, and packed it soon.

After paying the money, Chen Ming was about to leave, when suddenly an exclamation sounded from the side.

"Boss! But I found you. As soon as I came to this street, I smelled the aroma of your roasted gluten. I walked around a lot, but I didn't see you. There are several roasted gluten over there! But they are all fake. Shoddy!"

A man with a pot belly came running over wiping his sweat. Seeing Yang Song looking at him with a smile, he waved his hand and shouted, "Five skewers first!"

"Okay! Wait a minute!" Yang Song nodded, grabbed five skewers of gluten and started to heat them up.

With these two people, and the fragrance began to gradually go to the distance, everyone also ran over looking for the smell, and the faces of the vendors around showed distressed expressions. They knew that Yang Song’s roasted gluten was very good, so they specially went to The connection of roasted gluten has been increased, and the taste is already very good, but why are they unwilling to come and try their own roasted gluten?
(End of this chapter)