877: C877 That's How It's Done

C877 That's How It's Done

"Fifteen hundred? What is one thousand five hundred enough for?" Meng Shijia was about to cry. He didn't really want to sign it. "I might as well go back to the capital. My sister is much more ruthless than my father."

"You can go back if you want." Meng Shihan said, "You don't have a single cent on you now. You have 40 yuan for your new identity card, 13 bank cards, transportation fees, and the money for your meals and water. Up until now, your assets are at a total of 1,553 yuan."

"I haven't done anything yet. I don't have a month's salary. And sister, how do you calculate it? What did I do? Why do I owe so much? "A supplementary bank card is only ten yuan." Meng Shijia had reached the point of calculating ten yuan.

"You spend most of your money on food and transportation," Meng Shijia said. I won't say anymore. You can calculate the price yourself. " In addition, you travel in a luxury car. "Our Crown Prince Chen Ming drives the car himself, starting at 80 dollars." Yang Soong made a large portion of Jiang Juice Phoenix Claw. They were placed in the lobby and sold at a very cheap price. It only cost 99 yuan, not even 100 yuan.

"Damn, you guys are too dark. Chen Ming, that old man, even if he was driving a luxury car, the starting price shouldn't be so cheap. He is the Crown Prince! Could it be that I am not the young master of the Meng family?" Meng Shijia said.

Chen Ming happened to come over and slapped him on the head. "Boy, I am different from you. I have long been free."

Free of finances. These four words were really Meng Shijia's nemesis.

"Everyone in our shop earns their own money and spends their own money." Before Yang Soong went back to the kitchen, he threw out another knife. "Work is the most glorious. Make good money. I don't keep idlers here."

Meng Shijia looked in the direction of the capital, his eyes full of tears. "I want to go home. Dad, I miss you."

"Give me 1553 yuan first. Don't expect me to pay for your train ticket. Don't even think about me giving you the money to take the bus to the train station." Meng Shihan said.

"You still have to wait 30 days to get a new identity card. If you don't work, you will have to pay for your meals and accommodation during these 30 days." Yang Soong flew over through the kitchen curtain with a flying knife.

How could he not know that teaching the prodigal brother a lesson was quite enjoyable?

"God wants to kill me!" Meng Shijia held his head and was petrified on the spot.

Meng Shihan did not say anything and grabbed her brother's finger and pressed it on the contract.

From then on, Meng Shijia became the weakest and most helpless worker in Hundred Phoenix Pavilion.

With the help of a virtuous wife, Yang Soong did not have the worry of his brother-in-law around him at all. Instead, he felt the glory of becoming a great uncle.

He was so happy to order his brother-in-law around when he had nothing to do.

This was only a matter of time. Let's not talk about it for now.

Yang Soong was the absolute tyrant in the kitchen. In the kitchen, there were no problems.

The diners were racing against time to order. Unless there were new dishes on the shelf, they would have already ordered the menu before entering the restaurant.

"I must eat three skewers of Braised Glutens today. I also need medicinal Pickle Fishs. Give me another glass of fruit juice. No one can stop me!"

"Heavens! Today, I'm actually so caught off guard and served a new dish!"

"Don't say anything. Give me a new dish. Don't forget to bring up wheat beer, medicinal Sweet and Sour Mandarin Fishs, and delicious Roast Chicken Wings. I won't eat roasted chives today with tears in my eyes."

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The Hundred Phoenix Pavilion's gourmet group had already exploded.

"Friends, perhaps you guys don't know, our Brother Song has quietly cooked a new dish, two dishes at once!"

"New dishes, two dishes! What is it? I'll bring my skates over!"

"I'm on the prairie, I can't pass."

"What a sad story."

The people who came to the shop all ate ginger and phoenix claws and paper wrapped chicken.

No one did not love Yang Soong's delicacies. Even if he did not have money, the fragrance was enough for him to eat.1

Looking at the customers all over the restaurant and listening to their laughter, Yang Soong's mood would only be better.

Zhou Yuanqi's mood wasn't as good as before.

"Your fiery bamboo rat is delicious, but isn't it too arrogant to say that you are the best in the food street?"

"That's right. How can it be better than Brother Song's cooking? Hundred Phoenix Pavilion and Food Pavilion are on the same street. If you can't compete with them, then you can't. Isn't it good to know the truth? "Why do you want to slap my face?"

Some customers who had eaten in the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion came over to eat food because they didn't manage to get a small ticket, or for various other reasons.

When Lyu Yue heard about it, he walked out and said, "Do you think Yang Soong's bamboo rat is better than mine?"

"Yes. Brother Song's bamboo rat is indeed more delicious." The man with the glasses, Zhao Wan, was a lawyer. His working hours were not that stable. After he finished his work today, he could not get in line when he rushed over.

"Impossible!" Lyu Yue's first reaction was disbelief. "I used wild medicinal bamboo rats, the fattest and most tender medicinal bamboo rats. Who could be better than my medicinal bamboo rats?"

Zhao Wan said, "I don't know if medicinal bamboo rats are wild or not. I knew that Brother Song cooked better than yours."

"Are you trying to say that my culinary skills are inferior to Yang Soong's? I don't believe it!" Lyu Yue was very confident in himself.

The customers in the shop started to whisper to each other.

Zhou Yuanqi came out to suppress the crowd. "It's hard to talk. Maybe these glasses are made by Yang Soong."

As the saying goes, each person has their own preference. It was not impossible to say that.

Zhao Wan didn't want others to lie in front of him. He said, "Brother Song is better than you. It's the kind that's obviously better than you. It's overwhelming. Do you understand?"

Lyu Yue had not gone mad yet. Zhou Yuanqi was angry. "One bite of Brother Song. You are a relative of Yang Soong's family, right? You must be the shill of the Hundred Phoenix Brothel. You deliberately came to our restaurant to find trouble."

As he spoke, he immediately picked a stranger who was pulling his suitcase and asked, "Excuse me, what do you think of the taste of this fiery bamboo rat in our restaurant?"

"Yes, I think it's quite delicious."

A few other customers responded.

Zhou Yuanqi said complacently. "You're just a shill. Get out of here. Our restaurant doesn't welcome trash people who don't respect good food!"

"What do you mean trash?" Those who had eaten in the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion were unhappy. "I was used to having good reviews and didn't want to dampen your enthusiasm. I didn't expect you to be so arrogant. The food in your restaurant is not as delicious as our Brother Song's food. Do you understand the difference of ten thousand kilometers?"

"It's not about the food, it's about your restaurant."

"The chef who sits in Guan Tian and thinks highly of himself is the saddest."

Lyu Yue was a little suspicious of himself. Was he really that bad at cooking?

"Impossible. I have eaten the food of a great chef at the national banquet. This fiery bamboo rat is already an extreme delicacy. The other party must have some ulterior motive to intentionally pour dirty water on me."

"A group of trustees. Do you really think that I will treat you guys as a person just because a few more come? What kind of good food can Yang Soong make? " We, the Food Pavilion, will now challenge the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion. Compete with this fiery bamboo rat and let you all see how trashy Brother Song is! "

The few people Zhou Yuanqi asked just now were all his tutors. Hence, he thought that Yang Soong also hired tutors to specially look for trouble with Food Pavilion.

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