1200: C1200 I Really Don't Sell It

C1200 I Really Don't Sell It

Speaking of which, Yang Soong was a little worried about the high-speed rail.

Was he going to be stupid because of this bite?

How many couples, couples, and old couples in Hundred Phoenix Pavilion were sulking, quarreling, Cold War, and even splitting up because of delicious food?

Although the high-speed rail couple would not break up just for a mouthful of sweet potato, if the high-speed rail dared to eat this piece of sweet potato today,

Yang Soong was sure that the high-speed rail could go kneel on the keyboard tonight.

When a man did something wrong outside, whether he knelt on the keyboard or the washboard when he returned home, or knelt on durian or pineapple, it all depended on the traditions of the family.

Noble means that their family has a lot of abandoned keyboard.

"I once skipped school to play games, and my mom punished me by kneeling on the mechanical keyboard. If I don't kneel on the empty keyboard, I won't be able to stand up. "

"What happened in the end?"

"In the end, I knelt for four days, a total of seven hours and 32 minutes. I really hate that keyboard. The quality is too good. I don't want to play games anymore. Now that I think about it, my knees hurt. "

In addition to the space key, there was also the Enter key. It was said that the key was even harder to kneel down.

Did the high-speed rail really fall to the point of kneeling on the keyboard?

He raised the piece of pickled melon with an infatuated look, as if he could kill it with a single bite.

Just as everyone thought that he really wanted to eat it, the piece of melon turned into Tie Zhu's wife's bowl.

"Wife, you eat it!"

How bold!

Tie Zhu's wife didn't need to eat it. Her heart was so sweet.

That piece of melon was split into two. The husband was one piece, and the wife was one piece.

Son? The son did not exist.

The noble little classmate's eyes were full of tears. He knew that his parents were true love, and he was an accident.

Yang Soong felt pity for him, but he still had to comfort him. "Kids shouldn't eat too much sweet food. It's not good for their teeth. "

"Are adults' teeth immune to insects?"

Which family's devilish child didn't comfort him? He was too tactless.

Yang Soong also couldn't leave.

The love the northeastern people had for sugar was enough to be written into their blood. It was such an exquisite pickled melon.

"How much is it? Give us one!"

"No, I want ten!"

"Thirty servings of our family's food. "

……

Yang Soong said, "Not for sale. "

"You set up a stall at the entrance of the restaurant. Why not?"

"I ate at this restaurant and forgot to bring money. I'll make a serving of shredded melon for the boss to pay for the meal. "

Was this reason not enough?

"Chef Yang, you and the boss' family are relatives and friends. We all know you. Previously, you even sold chicken rack and rice in other people's restaurants. We all ate. If you can sell chicken rack rice, you can sell shredded melons. "

What he said made sense.

It was exposed.

Yang Soong still shook his head. "I made the chicken rack and rice, so I can sell it. I failed in making this pickled melon, so I can't sell it. "

Everyone in the crowd was filled with distrust towards Yang Soong.

The shredded melon was more than six meters long, and the air was still filled with a sweet fragrance. The whole family of the high-speed rail was full of longing. Did you tell us that plucking the shredded melon failed?

How could this be believed?

Yang Soong said, "Whether you believe it or not, this is a failure. I have a problem. I will not sell food that fails. "

Among the crowd, there was a chef called Feng Dazhuang. This was the signature dish of their restaurant.

He could only pull silk for more than one meter, and if he was lucky, he could pull silk for two meters.

Yang Soong had obviously succeeded much more than him. Feng Dazhuang really wanted to try it, so he added Yang Soong on WeChat to chat. When they got familiar with each other, it would be convenient for him to steal a teacher.

In the end, Yang Soong did not sell it.

How could this be?

"Then what is the success of plucking silk melons like?"

Feng Dazhuang was not the only chef present. The shredded melons they made were measured in centimeters.

If Yang Soong's six meters was a failed product, then their pickled melon was nothing.

The chefs all had a similar aura.

Yang Soong could recognize it.

"Don't tell me you want to know. "

"No, we want to know. "

"It's not good to know too much sometimes. "

"It's okay, we're not afraid. "

Yang Soong said, "I heard that the successfully plucking of silk melons should be twenty meters long. "

Among the seven or eight chefs, the one who plucked the silks had the best score of 2. 2 meters.

In their hearts, it was definitely not something that could be described as simple.

"I'm only over six meters and I have a long way to go. I still need to work hard. " Yang Soong sighed.

The other chefs said, I don't want to steal my teacher anymore, and I don't want to learn anymore. Now, we even have a reasonable doubt as to why the silk cucumbers need to be pulled out for 20 meters. Is the silk cucumber not worthy of being called the silk cucumber when it's only two meters long?

It really is you.

Any industry is full of contempt.

Those who plucked silk for two meters looked down on those who plucked silk for one meter, those who plucked silk for one meter looked down on those who plucked silk for fifty centimeters, and those who plucked silk for fifty centimeters looked down on those who drew silk for twenty centimeters. . .

Yang Soong had the right to look down on everyone present.

People's minds were very subtle. Right now, they also looked down on Yang Soong.

So what if you can pull silk for more than six meters? It's still less than twenty meters.

This was a very typical example of sour grapes when one could not eat grapes.

"Don't tell me you'll never sell shredded melons for less than 20 meters?"

"Yes, I won't sell them unless I succeed one day. "

With ambition, we don't have to worry about our business getting robbed.

"Would you like to come in and eat something? The tin paper chicken rack in this shop tastes very good. " Yang Soong started the business.

Recently, Tie Zhu's food business was much better than usual.

Tie Zhu's cooking skills were not bad. Unfortunately, the location of the store he rented was not very good. The people who came to his store to eat were all fixed people. They were all old and did not know how to go to the gourmet app to make the list. They also did not know how to make a video call.

Since they did not have a good reputation, their business was naturally average.

Yang Soong's arrival opened up the situation for Tie Tiezhu's gourmet.

Cuisine. . . As long as the taste wasn't particularly good, it would be very difficult to form a core competitive force.

Just like the food Yang Soong made, he didn't need to worry about advertising.

The taste was strong enough, and the fragrance was tempting enough.

When the food was cooked, there were already customers waiting eagerly.

Don't ask about Yang Song's experience of opening a restaurant. Just ask. I don't know either. I'm just cooking very simply. Just make the price of the dishes well.

If there are customers making trouble, I'll beat them with the taste.

Some hooligans are cheating. If they were in a good mood, they would use their wisdom to beat them up. Customers who were in a bad mood would beat them up.

If there was a peer challenging him, he would still use his taste to fight back.

Yang Soong's culinary skills were the key to winning.

Now, Yang Soong used his culinary skills to help Tie Zhu's delicious food rise to another level.

The new customer was pleasantly surprised. He totally didn't expect that such a delicious restaurant would be hidden on this side street.

"Boss, can I have another serving?"

"Yes, of course I can!"

The customers were pleasantly surprised. "Can we have another serving of the other kebabs? For example, Roast Chicken Wings and roasted Beef Kebabs?"

"Of course, why not? You can eat anything you want, whatever you want!"

The customers who had once ordered a chicken rack to cover their meals: "I don't know why I'm so touched at this moment. "2

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