Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 1024 Give You Compensation

Chapter 1024 Give You Compensation

What is a banquet?

A dish is a dish, and a meal is several dishes. This is the difference between quantifiers.

The quantifier to describe a banquet is a table.

Banquet, literally, has a lot of dishes.

Yang Song is such a well-mannered person, his banquet dishes must be very up to standard.

In China, most banquet dishes start with meat and vegetable cold dishes, followed by hot dishes, which are served one by one like flowing water. The content is basically big meat, at least chicken, duck and fish, and then there is the final soup .

There is a beginning and an end, a beginning and an end.

This is a banquet in the conventional sense of Huaxia.

Since Yang Song wanted to invite everyone to a banquet, he definitely didn't just mess around with the table dishes to fool everyone.

"Brother Song, why did you suddenly think of inviting a banquet?" Gu Tang is the president of the school's gossip club, and he is best at digging up all kinds of news.

Gu Tang, as her name suggests, is a girl as sweet as cotton candy. She is a senior this year. She loves, um, loves gossip. She likes to change clothes every day.

Very often, Yang Song would find that Gu Tang was still in neat sportswear when the food was served, but after paying the bill Gu Tang turned into a sweet girl in a white cotton skirt.

"It's just that I have unknowingly cooked a lot of dishes in my hometown recently, which is quite like a banquet, and suddenly I really want to make a table."

"A table of banquet dishes requires at least ten people to eat, and those who are drawn can bring relatives and friends to eat."

After Yang Song finished speaking, he found that the diners looked at him in the wrong way.

"What's the matter?" He said something extraordinary: "Why does everyone seem to have seen a ghost?"

"Brother Song, you always cook at one table in your hometown?"

The diners in the front row raised their heads and wiped their ears clean, while the diners in the back row raised their heels and straightened their ears.

"Yes, there are many folks who have to entertain."

The diners shed tears of regret, why didn't they keep their eyes open when they were reincarnated?

Why can't they be fellow villagers with Brother Song?

Anyway, Baifeng Pavilion finally opened.

On that night, Yang Song had no time to do anything else, only selling barbecue and beer.

Everyone is still having fun.

Because there is only barbecue, countless people choose to bring rice, steamed buns and Huahua Niu to accompany the barbecue.

They not only brought it themselves, but also brought it to Yang Laosan and his wife.

"Uncle, come, try my 82-year-old Hua Hua Niu."

"This is rice porridge made from Xiangshui rice. Although it can't compare with the rice provided by Brother Song, it's better than nothing. Uncles and aunts should also try it."

"Do uncles and aunts like to eat steamed buns? This is pure natural pollution-free flour from my hometown. We grow it ourselves, steam it ourselves, and even pull the fertilizer in the field by ourselves."

Yang Laosan and his wife were stunned, they quietly pulled Yang Song and asked, "Son, are you really a restaurant?"

Why so luxurious?

"Is the rent a lot?"

Why are diners so enthusiastic?

"You owe someone money?"

Yang Laosan and his wife have been honest all their lives, and they have never been respected and cared for by so many people.

"Dad, what are you talking about? This shop is our own, and there is no rent."

Yang Song had already bought the shop.

"How could I owe people money? Look at our menu, I make a lot of money."

The husband and wife hurriedly looked at the vegetable prices and were shocked again.

"Son, how can you open a black shop?"

"When will a skewer of gluten be 100 yuan? And this beef skewer, why is it 300 yuan?"

"Stealing money is not as ruthless as you."

Yang Song was even amused: "Dad, have you forgotten what the skewers I make taste like?"

He hurriedly brought all kinds of skewers to his parents.

"Brother Song, why did you suddenly bake so much for your uncle and aunt? Although the skewers you make are delicious both hot and cold, uncle and aunt are old after all, so they can't eat so much?"

"How about we help our uncles and aunts to eat?"

Yang Song knew that they were joking, and those who could come to Baifeng Pavilion to stop him from eating on weekdays would not be short of money.

Or it should be said that people who eat in Baifeng Pavilion are not short of money.

"Go!" Yang Song said: "My parents didn't know the situation, and thought I was running a black shop."

As expected of their biological parents, there can be such a misunderstanding.

Liu Wenwu was the first to laugh loudly.

The others couldn't help laughing too.

There is no need for Yang Song to explain, there is someone here to give the second old science popularization.

"Uncle and aunt, we are not stupid. It is not a day or two since I come to Brother Song to eat. The skewers he baked are worth the price!"

"It's not just the skewers that are worth the money, all the dishes are worth the money. Sometimes we all wish Song Ge would raise the price, so that there might not be so many people coming to eat every day."

"Other people's dishes are not as good as Brother Song in terms of taste alone, not to mention the benefits to the body, not to mention the spicy skewers. Every time I finish eating, I feel comfortable all over my body, as if I have washed my bones." Cut the marrow, purify the whole body."

"My shoulders and neck are always sore. After eating Song Ge's skewers, the soreness is relieved a lot, and I can sleep well at night."

"I eat three meals a day here at Brother Song, and I have never had a stomach problem again."

"My old waist is also healed."

"Brother Song's cooking tastes the best in the world, and its effect on the body is no less than a miracle medicine."

……

Yang Laosan and his wife didn't understand even more. When they ate their son's skewers again, they felt that their old bones seemed to be a lot easier, especially the taste was so good.

"Mom and Dad, don't worry, just stay a few more days and see."

The last thing the diners of Baifeng Pavilion will make a fuss about is the price set by Yang Song.

They just hate themselves for not running faster and faster, for not being able to catch up with the good position in the front row.

In Baifengge's team, the people standing behind on the left and right would unsurprisingly give the person in front of them a hard look.

"Yaoxi, I was preempted by this bastard!"

"Guga Guga, the back of this man's head is really ugly."

"I really want to kill those who stand in front of me."

……

It's all mental activities. Turning your head around, everyone can still laugh and exchange experiences.

As for sharing experiences?

Don't ask, asking is the experience of eating.

"Brother, let me tell you, if you put green pepper skewers and chicken skewers together, you can get a very special taste."

"What is the taste?"

"You'll know it by eating it yourself, and do you know? Brother Song has recently improved a new seasoning, and sprinkled it on the grilled squid. The taste is as if you can see the daughter of the sea."

"I also heard that Brother Song's fried noodles are also delicious, but it's a pity that Brother Song has only made it once, and it's not on the menu at all."

"In Baifeng Pavilion, there are so many hidden menus. Not to mention, there are hundreds of cakes from Brother Song."

Yang Songdao: "Cakes will be on the menu, but they have to be drawn and pre-ordered. There are only ten cakes per day."

The foodies who were happy just now and thought they could eat sweet cakes were instantly dumbfounded.

"Not to mention those who are coming from other places, there are hundreds of people here, and only ten are given every day. Brother Song, it's really not enough!"

"I'm not happy if I can't eat cake."

"I'm the legendary koi insulator, and I'm likely to be the last one to win the cake. No, I may not be able to draw the cake in my life." Li Qingti actually said this.

Yang Song didn't believe it: "Don't you say that the novel has been written very well and has been read by many people?"

Li Qingti: "Illusion, I'm poor."

Yang Song: "The houses near Baifeng Pavilion are quite expensive."

Li Qingti fell silent for a moment.

This guy bought a two-story small building behind Baifeng Pavilion, which is the legendary single-family villa.

He still has the face to say that he is poor.

Yang Song said: "I am the poor one, I don't even have a villa."

Chen Ming: Bah, smelly and shameless, they don't even look at the reason why the Fang family around here has become so expensive.

Residents on the Food Street: Don’t scold Boss Yang, he is our mascot.

(End of this chapter)