NovelBonte Chapter 1206 For Your Consideration
Chapter 1206 For Your Consideration
Chapter 1206 For Your Consideration
"I'm doing it for your own good!"
"Think about it if I don't set a limit, how much money do you have to spend in Baifeng Pavilion every month? The wallet is losing weight too quickly. I'm afraid that you may not be able to wait until the end of the month and the northwest wind."
"It's not always possible for you to be the first batch to enter the store. If there is no restriction, the diners who enter the store in front will be more special. They will be full, full, and vomit, but those behind will not be able to eat no matter how long they line up. , how detrimental is this to the great harmony of socialism?"
Yang Song asked three times in a row, causing Situ Ran and Situ Qing to give up their resistance.
"I didn't expect Brother Song that you were doing it for our own good. I'm so touched. We still misunderstood you. I'm sorry Brother Song!"
"It's all our fault, Brother Song, please forgive us!"
Yang Song hugged them like a savior: "It's okay, it's all trivial, you are all just children, I forgive you and give you a chance to grow up."
This picture is really touching.
It's just that someone passed by and saw it: "Damn it, goosebumps all over my body, this young father is really awesome! The relationship between the three of them is so good!"
Yang Song: 'Young father? '
Situ Qing and Situ Ran: "A family of three?" '
What the hell?
The three of them separated quickly, and each took three steps back.
Inexplicably changing the painting style, Yang Song, Situ Qing, and Situ Ran parted ways in embarrassment but politely.
On the way back, Yang Song was still thinking: "As expected of my diners in Baifeng Pavilion, they are so foolish, they are two good boys!" '
Situ Qing and Situ Ran had star-studded IQs, but it seemed that their EQs were almost meaningless.
"Brother, do you believe Brother Song?"
"What letter do you believe? We are not children. Brother Song is willing to make up stories for us, so let's not disappoint him, otherwise he will be unhappy, and we will be the ones who are unlucky."
Hehe, whose EQ almost means anything?
"Brother Song is so naive. He thought we would believe us if we made up a string of jingles? Would he think we were stupid?"
"Think about something happy. We ran into Brother Song in Shenyang. He has been able to sing for several years. How much more delicious food have he enjoyed than the people in the group?"
"Yes, yes, Brother Song also said that he will make barbecue another day?"
……
Yang Song's biggest experience in Shenyang is barbecue.
As the future king of chefs who made his debut through barbecue, Yang Song decided to carry out barbecue to the end, to play new tricks on barbecue, and to let the world witness who is the real master of barbecue?
The barbecue master can no longer satisfy Yang Song.
A chef who doesn't want to be the king of chefs is not a good chef!
Yang Song discussed with Gao Tiezhu and his wife and began to prepare.
Tie Zhu Gourmet's business has stopped for the past two days, and they are fully cooperating with Yang Song.
On the first night, Yang Song grilled lamb kebabs in front of the store.
There is no need for publicity, the aroma of Yang Song's grilled kebabs is the best advertisement.
"Sister, do you smell it?"
"Go for the kebabs."
"Bring two bottles of wine, let's eat this mutton skewer tonight."
"I'll go, this lamb skewer is enough!"
"Don't dawdle, this smell is from Chef Yang, we have to hurry up, or it will probably disappear later."
"Think about it, we are indeed late, there are many people in front, but the mutton skewers that Chef Yang grilled tonight may not be sold, think about the old days."
"Shut up, tell me something auspicious, no bad luck!"
The mutton skewers that Yang Song was grilling at the door were as long as half an adult's arm, and the mutton skewers were densely packed with spices.
This taste, before eating, makes people drool madly, wishing to drool from the seven orifices.
Yang Song opened the barbecue, and a group of foodies squatted at the door, all drooling like pugs.
"What are you squatting here for?"
The tone was too surprised, too inexplicable.
"Chef Yang, how do you sell your barbecue?"
At this time, the skewers have been roasted golden and oily, and the strong fragrance of the lamb is undoubtedly exposed at this time.
In short, Yang Song's grilled mutton skewers make people want to pay for them as soon as they see them!
Just like now, everyone doesn't take out their mobile phones, call up a certain treasure or a certain letter, or something else, just scan it and click it, and they are ready to pay at any time.
There were even quite a few people who directly took out cash as thick as a brick.
"I didn't bring any money, but my gold chain is worth more than 2 yuan!"
"Look at your thin gold chain, it's worth 2 yuan, my big watch, 78 grams of pure gold, and my exquisite dial, definitely worth [-] to [-] yuan!"
"What's the difference between going out without money and not wearing a mink when it's snowing?"
"I have money, gold chains, and watches!"
Thousands of words merged into one sentence: "How do you sell this barbecue?"
A group of people shouted with flushed faces and hoarse voices.
Yang Song seemed to be stunned for a while before he understood: "Oh, this barbecue is not for sale."
So calm, unflappable and cruel.
"Chef Yang, what are you talking about?"
"I'm too old to understand!"
"I've lost my ears recently, so please say it again."
……
"This mutton skewer is not for sale." Yang Song followed the good advice, let alone saying it again, how many times.
If you don't sell, you don't sell.
"Then you set up a stall at the door?"
"I'm not setting up a stall, I just want to eat mutton skewers, grill a few skewers."
"How many strings is this called?"
Roughly counting, at least forty or fifty strings.
"I also ask brother Tie Zhu and sister-in-law to give some advice. I always feel that this mutton skewer is almost interesting." Yang Song regretted it.
Sima Ran and Sima Qing also came.
The two of them wanted to eat the barbecue made by Yang Song, and they almost wanted to cry.
"Brother, what do you think Brother Song is playing?"
"Playing with our psychological tolerance limit, I feel that I will definitely wake up hungry tonight. We won't be able to eat mutton skewers today, and I am destined to not be able to sleep either."
"Why? There are so many mutton skewers, Brother Song must not be able to eat them all. He has no reason not to sell them. I think Brother Song likes small money. It would be a bit of a loss if this mutton skewers are not sold."
"You don't understand, as long as Brother Song has this expression, he won't sell any meat skewers, let alone mutton skewers." Situ Ran gritted his teeth angrily: "He feels that his barbecue is no longer good!"
This is Yang Song.
No matter how much the diners praise him for any delicacy, as long as Yang Song thinks it is not good, he will not sell it to you.
Or one day, Yang Song suddenly felt that the taste of a dish that was already on the menu could actually be improved.
That dish will be taken off the shelves without hesitation.
"This kind of thing has never happened twice in Baifengge, but I really didn't expect Brother Song to extend his claws to barbecue. It is barbecue, which is his pride all the time, and it is also the starting point of his success. Someone will start with their own starting point."
What Situ Ran is most proud of is his IQ. If anyone doubts that he has created countless brilliant achievements, he will definitely beat him to the ground.
However, Yang Song attacked himself.
This man is too ruthless!
"Brother, what are you thinking?"
"Two things. First, the small amphibious aircraft I participated in the National Science and Technology Contest is actually a piece of shit. I should do research on this again. Second, take a second look, and we will leave Bar."
"Why can't I understand what you're saying? But I know you didn't win the gold medal with that little plane? Yours is shit, what is someone else's?"
(End of this chapter)