Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 887 I'll Prove
"Hmph, what a joke, how do you prove it?" Zhou Yuanqi laughed wildly and disdainfully.

It is precisely because Yang Song did not bribe the judges that it is more difficult for him to prove his innocence.

There are traces to follow when everything is done, and there is no trace if you don't do it.

Zhou Yuanqi praised his wit.

Yang Song ignored him at all, but walked to the center of the ring, first gave Meng Shihan a reassuring look, and then said with a smile: "Since the opening of Baifeng Pavilion, it has been loved by new and old customers. I am very grateful to everyone. Today I want to do one thing, both to give back to everyone and to prove my innocence.”

Chen Mingdao: "I always feel that Brother Song is going to do something, and it's still a big deal."

Shen Huaizhao also said, "I feel it too."

"Hot Roasted Bamboo Rat, sold at a cheap price, one is 100 yuan, limited to [-], each person is limited to two, only for one day, don't wait until it expires." Yang Song said loudly.

"Crazy, such a small bamboo mouse is sold for 100 yuan, and it is said to give back to new and old customers. Dude, didn't you say that you ate it in Baifeng Pavilion? How do they sell their roasted bamboo mouse? I think Is this boss taking the opportunity to slaughter people?" The man in leather who was watching the excitement had just finished expressing his opinion, but the brother standing beside him had disappeared.

"The bamboo rats roasted by Brother Song, the bamboo rats roasted by himself, one hundred, a bargain, hurry up!"

"There are two thousand pieces. If you don't grab them, you may not be able to eat them tomorrow."

"That bastard with a question mark on his head, don't you like Brother Song's roasted bamboo rats? Let's discuss it. You come and line up with me. You buy all the bamboo rats and give them to me. I'll pay you for queuing. How about 250 yuan?" ?”

"Haven't you never eaten Baifeng Pavilion's dishes? You can run faster than me in line."

"It's because I haven't eaten it that I want to try it."

"I'm not those idiots. I just smelled Brother Song's roasted bamboo rat. I must eat it."

"Not bad for money!"

……

Meng Shihan and Shen Huaizhao collected money and issued tickets in front of the arena, Chen Ming sent the raw materials to the arena in time, Yang Song put on a posture, and wanted to sell two thousand roasted bamboo rats.

No one noticed that Zhang Dashan and others were no longer sitting in the judges' seat. If you look carefully, you can find five of them in the team that took pictures of the growing dragon.

Lu Yue was silent all the time, he stared at Yang Song closely, and never blinked his eyes since he started to deal with the bamboo rat.

"I don't believe in bamboo rats, you can do better than me!"

In Yang Song's eyes and heart, there are only bamboo rats, not Lu Yue.

It took him less than half an hour to roast the first batch of bamboo rats, and he roasted fifty of them at a time.

"Fragrant, really fragrant!"

"It's fragrant and oily, but it's not greasy at all. How did you do it?"

"It's a faint scent of plums. It turns out to be plums, and not just plums."

"Don't talk, just taste it carefully."

……

The first fifty people finished eating the bamboo rat with a sigh of relief, all staring at the plate very neatly.

"Why is it gone?"

"I obviously ate very carefully and took a small bite."

"Did someone steal my bamboo rat meat quietly while I just closed my eyes and thought about it?"

"The person next to him is very suspicious."

"Everyone seems to think so."

"Why is it cold behind you?"

The person who was the first to eat the roasted bamboo rat was surrounded by a powerful and thick black resentment.

"Everyone eats so intoxicated, what are you doing so addicted to?"

"I don't know how hard it is for all of us to watch?"

"Go, find me a bucket, I need water."

Yang Song conquered these fifty people. They looked at Yang Song obsessively, as if they were looking at their idols.

"Second batch, ready!"

Faster this time!
Marinating can be done at the same time, Jansson only needs to be grilled in batches.

Roasting fifty of them at one time is simply a waste of experience points.

In such a process, it is difficult not to make progress.

Quantitative change is a powerful way to achieve qualitative change.

"The fifty in front, you have already finished eating, hurry up and make room for us."

"That's right, the plate in front of me is also empty."

The food was about to be served, no matter how unwilling the first batch of 50 people were, they still had to leave.

The 50 new people who went up to the top took a deep breath at the crimson, charred and plump grilled bamboo rats in front of them.

This tone circulated in the dantian.

"Refreshed!"

Began to eat!
Once they started eating, the diners realized that Zhang Dashan's five judges were really persevering.

Such a delicious grilled bamboo rat, when they first ate it, they were still in the mood to comment.

Although only a few words.

After all, eat it, the real deliciousness enters the mouth and dances on the tip of the tongue.

Who still wants to talk?
The first batch of diners said: "I have a long mouth to eat delicious food, talk and so on. The biggest meaning is, let me tell you how delicious the food I just ate. The barren language of human beings is beyond description." .”

The man who didn't eat said: "Blowing."

Soon, the second batch of diners also finished eating.

"How is it? How does it taste? Could it be that it just smells good, but it doesn't actually taste that good?"

The second group of diners nodded and shook their heads, but no one spoke.

"What the hell are you doing? Are you dumb?"

"Could it be that bamboo rat meat is poisonous?"

The second batch of diners took out their mobile phones and typed, showing to the people around them: "Don't make me talk, I want to keep the last delicious food in my mouth."

Absolutely!

"The third batch, serve!" Yang Song was in full swing, and Lu Yue, who was standing beside him, looked at him gradually with frightened eyes.

"He, he serves food faster and faster every time!"

According to Lu Yue's eyesight, he can naturally tell that Yang Song's efficiency has improved, but the bamboo rat he roasted has not been compromised.

"The fragrance is still so fragrant, and the heat is very good!"

Yang Song has forgotten me
Roasted bamboo rat, grilled bamboo rat, grilled bamboo rat...

Earn tickets.

After continuously roasting [-] bamboo rats under high pressure, Yang Song changed from producing [-] bamboo rats at one time to roasting [-] bamboo rats at one time.

The temporary outdoor tables and chairs in Baifeng Pavilion are not enough.

"Go to the nearby supermarket to buy, hurry up, give the price to the people in the supermarket, and ask them to bring it over and set it up!" Meng Shihan made a decisive decision.

80 people ate bamboo rats together, and the sound of groaning and chirping was endless.

"On-site eating and broadcasting, or eating and broadcasting with 80 people, this scene is as grand and magnificent as it is, shocking!"

After [-] bamboo rats, Yang Song asked for more barbecue grills.

"I want to bake a hundred at a time." Yang Song said excitedly.

Happy, really happy.

It's as exciting as Wu Song drinking eighteen bowls of wine before he went to Jingyanggang to fight the tiger.

Shen Huaizhao whispered: "Sister, wouldn't it be too risky to bake a hundred pieces at once?"

After all, roasted bamboo rats are not roasted gluten.

Meng Shihan looked at the flushed Yang Song, and said, "Contact the mall to deliver the goods and ask them to deliver the best ones. In addition, we need to add tables, chairs and benches!"

As expected of a big brother's woman, she has a lot of courage.

(End of this chapter)