1183: C1183 When Buying Buns

C1183 When Buying Buns

Logically speaking, shouldn't people get sick of eating buns when they come all the time? It would reduce or even stop coming. After all, no one liked to line up.

The person who thought this way did not consider him at all. Didn't he also buy and buy?

This frozen bun had twenty different stuffing types.

"And there are foodies from other places. Many of them would come to the Luocheng every once in a while to eat at the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion. Brother Song would run away as soon as he said so. The delicacies that can only be eaten once a week or even a month have flown away. "

"It's even more impossible for them to miss out on the frozen buns!"

"The hotels near the supermarkets have recently been filled with people. They are all customers from all over the country. They are all here to buy buns. How can the queue not be long?"

There were also tourists who had just arrived at Luocheng who did not understand the situation. "What's so good about frozen buns?"

Until a certain foodie in a hotel went to the kitchen to borrow an induction cooker to heat up two buns.

The fragrance inevitably spread throughout the entire kitchen and drifted out. Then, a customer came over while smelling the fragrance.

"Come on. Give me a serving of this Steamed Bun. " In the same world, they pursued one another.

"I can't come" The waiter said. "This is the steamed bun the guest bought from outside to heat up. It's not from our hotel. "

"Then help me buy a few of these buns. I want to eat this for breakfast too. "

"I can't buy them. "

The customer was angry: "Are you joking with me? Didn't that person say he bought it from the supermarket? You can't find that supermarket? "

This hotel is five-star, customers can entrust a waiter to buy things.

As long as you have money, you can do it.

The service staff wanted to retort even more: You want to joke with me.

"That's the recipe of the great chef of Luocheng, Brother Yang Songsong. He only provides limited supplies at several supermarkets every day. There are a lot of people queuing up. " The waiter even handed over his phone.

That scene was like a long line.

"If we go to queue now, we won't be able to buy it. "

Because there were too many people who wanted to eat frozen buns, the supply was really out of demand.

Steamed buns could only be provided once a day.

Starting at nine o'clock in the morning, each supermarket had 19,000 buns. They would be sold out before three o'clock in the afternoon.

In order to prevent overloading, the queue to buy steamed buns would only start at eight o'clock in the morning to collect tickets. Those who came early would not be sent out.

When the frozen buns just came out, Someone actually went to the supermarket to queue in the middle of the night, scaring the supermarket staff who had finished their night shift.

It was not easy for them to finish their day's work. They yawned and thought that they could go home to sleep. They locked the supermarket door and turned around. There was a bunch of people standing in front of them.

That brother was so scared that he almost thought he had made a mistake at the wrong time and locked everyone in the supermarket.

Society was too impetuous, and the internal documents were threatening.

Yang Soong would definitely not allow these things to happen. Even if he was not in Luocheng, Meng Shihan and Chen Ming immediately contacted Zhang Xiaoyang when they heard about it, and prohibited them from queuing up for the internal documents.

The waiter would tell the customers who heard that they could not eat.

"If you want to eat, our hotel will arrange for people to line up at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning. They will definitely let you eat, but we cannot guarantee whether it will be breakfast or lunch. "

This guest was called Feng Fei, he was rich and capricious.

"Can't you get some supermarket staff to buy some back? Just give me more money. "

"That's impossible. That's Brother Song's bun. No one dares to think about it. Whoever dares to secretly operate it, that supermarket will forever lose the qualification to sell Brother Song's food. "

"So strict? If that Yang Soong does that, he won't be able to make a lot of money. " Feng Fei shook his head.

"Brother Song doesn't need money. He is a true chef. " The chef of the restaurant, Li Zhou, said.

"Oh, I've been to all the famous restaurants in the country, but I've never heard of any chef called Yang Soong!"

"After all, isn't he just a little famous in your Luocheng? Every day, he would wake up early and make a trip to the dark. He was just a little chef who could only wander around in a small area. Isn't your hotel unwilling to treat him? "

"It's a pity that he can make the frozen buns so fragrant, but he didn't use his strengths to make money. " Rich Feng Fei was always good at being a teacher.

He was a successful businessman, and he always saw the people of the world working hard for a few pieces of silver.

"Earning money is actually very simple. The key is to find the way. "

Feng Fei always had an inexplicable sense of superiority.

This was probably not a fool.

"Chef Li, can you heat up a few buns for me as well?" Recently, Fitness Yoshichiro has been accompanying his friend to stay in this hotel.

"Hello, Chef. It had been three years since He Guo had parted ways with him. Chef, you are still as elegant as ever! " Feng Fei was very enthusiastic and took the initiative to introduce him, "This is a famous chef from the National Banquet. He is a true Master of Cooked Wheaten Food. I once had the fortune to eat the noodles cooked by the Master Chef of the National Banquet once. It is really delicious!"

"Great chef, what kind of wind blew you here from which country?"

The Yoshichiro did not remember who Feng Fei was at all.

"I am here for Chef Yang Soong. "

"It is such an honor. What. . . What did you say?" Feng Fei felt that he might have been hearing things. "Who do you think it is for?"

"Chef Yang Soong Yang, I need to learn from him. " The healthy man completely forgot that he went to challenge the restaurant and was kicked instead.

People from Little He Country were so fierce that they could even deceive themselves.

"Why?" Feng Fei couldn't believe it: "Just because he knows how to make frozen buns?"

He thought Yang Soong only knew how to make buns.

And it was even frozen buns.

According to the knowledge of Huaxia people, frozen food was limited no matter how delicious it was. What came out of the pot was the truly fresh and delicious food.

"Chef Yang's frozen buns broke the ceiling of the frozen food and created a new height. Before this, I never knew that frozen food could also be so delicious. "

"No matter how delicious it is, it's just frozen food!"

The frozen food couldn't be put on the table.

"You are wrong, Wang Yao said. The dish that couldn't be put on the table was made by someone else. The frozen buns cooked by Chef Yang, Brother Song, were truly delicious. He made the best use of the advantages of the frozen buns. To a certain extent, the cooking process of the steamed buns needed to be done through the frozen buns and then through the microwave. Only then could the cooking process be considered complete. "

This was a discovery that the healthy Jiro had only discovered after he had restored the steamed buns countless times according to the menu.

" Isn't it just a bun? "2

Li Zhou couldn't take it anymore: "I've been holding you back for half a day! What happened to Steamed Bun? Why are you looking down on Steamed Bun? Steamed Bun had existed since the Three Kingdoms Era. He had a history of over two thousand years. For so many years, Steamed Bun has been deeply loved by the people of all social classes and has attended the national banquet. Who gave you the face to look down on Steamed Bun?"

Everyone present counted.

"Countless office workers have stuffed buns and eggs for breakfast. You actually look down on our choice!"

"Why is your face so big? Our Brother Song's frozen buns are delicious, they are delicious! You can't eat them even if you want to. "

This wasn't because everyone looked down on them.

For someone like Feng Fei, He really wasn't someone who could successfully queue up.

"What's your attitude? I'm a guest of your hotel, I'm staying in the presidential suite!"

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