"Qian Wei, I said that your kid washes the dishes faster, and he is like a little old lady; ”

In the kitchen of the food stall, Song Yong, who was struggling to shake the big spoon, shouted in his busy voice.

In his shouting, the action of gnawing on the old clan Qian Wei to wash the dishes suddenly became dozens of percent faster.

At this moment, it was just early six o'clock in the afternoon, and everyone in the food stalls was about to fly.

God knows, what is it for?

Before even four o'clock in the afternoon, the familiar foodies of Dunzi came to the door with shy faces, and in their words:

Boss Xiao Song used to not sell those hard dishes that were not sold to the outside world and kept the big fish and meat they ate, but they had been thinking about it for a long time.

In order to be happy enough for today's meal, they couldn't even endure the lunch, and they were counting on the dinner to save their lives.

Therefore, Song Yong, who was tired of being in the office with the female ticket, could only announce the early opening.

The main thing is that he pondered, on the first day of opening, he dragged the guests outside, which is really a bit unreasonable, isn't it?

Then, the foodies opened a food stall, and before five o'clock the ten boxes were filled.

After another ten minutes or so, even the last seat in the barbecue area was seated.

The barbecue area was better, barely busy.

But there were hundreds of dishes in the dining area at once, where could Uncle Qian be busy alone, so Song Yong, who was like two knives, could only put on a chef's uniform and go up.

The only thing that can be celebrated is that in addition to Qian Wei and his son, there is now another little brother who cuts vegetables in the kitchen.

This 200-pound brother is called Xiang Wei, that is, the one who was borrowed by Song Yong from the little electric donkey in the trafficker incident.

It was only after a few days that he went to the Red Sun Sichuan Restaurant to pick up the little electric donkey, and the reason why he was separated by so many days was because he happened to be looking for a job.

So, after seeing this Xiang Wei brother, who has a good skill in cutting vegetables and arranging dishes, he was accepted by Song Yong.

Even if this is the case, it seems that there are not enough people in the kitchen, and it needs to be continuously increased.

Flipping the spoon, putting in the condiments, taking out the pot, shouting for Xiang Wei to come over and set the plate, standing in front of the hot stove, Song Yong felt like he had become a cooking machine.

Even when Song Yong was at noon, because he drank a lot of medicinal wine.

At first, I felt that I was full of energy, but I don't know how long I fought in front of the big stove and how many dishes I fryed, but I still felt tired enough.

While he was busy working, suddenly a clean towel reached Song Yong's forehead and helped wipe away the sweat.

Song Yong, who was wheeling the spoon, glanced back, and saw that it was the female ticket standing beside him, wiping her sweat with a distressed face.

At this moment, Song Yong was full of enthusiasm again.

Because at this moment, he already imagined it in his heart:

Work hard, make money, marry a wife, have a son, and then raise your son, and it is best to let the doll go abroad to get a doctorate after finishing college in China......

And after returning with a doctorate degree, what should my son do?

Of course, he continued to take over Song Ji's business, continued to open a store, and practiced his skills, in case of this situation, he could top up the spoon.

As for the boy if he doesn't want to, see if you don't kill him.

When thinking about this, Song Yong didn't have any goods at all, so far he didn't want to talk about the cruel reality of his future mother-in-law, and even Wang Xinyu, the future sister-in-law, had not been able to settle down.

Around one o'clock in the middle of the night, in the new kitchen of the Song Kee food stall.

Headed by Song Yong, the boss, including all the employees in the shop, each holding a big porcelain bowl in his hand, was eating fragrantly.

And the sweet food they eat is a big bowl of instant noodles in everyone's hands!

Just half an hour ago, the food stalls were completely closed.

There is no doubt that on the first day of Song Kee's opening, which is considered the most important time, the business of the food stalls was simply extremely hot, and it was a good start.

What brought about was that everyone in the small shop was busy enough tonight.

Song Yong, the boss, has been busy in the kitchen for more than eight hours.

Even at seven or eight o'clock in the evening, when the food stalls were busiest, Wang Xinran, the future proprietress who even sat at the bar to help collect money.

In the case of insufficient manpower, they have all joined the ranks of cleaning.

The reason is simple: many guests who have been waiting for a long time, but waiting for the cleaning of the private room, they will be able to sit in it immediately.

After a busy night, everyone was tired enough.

Originally, Song Yong had planned it early, and after closing, all the employees in the small store got together to have a good meal, which could be regarded as a celebration of today's great day.

Unfortunately, the plans didn't change as quickly.

When it closes, everyone doesn't even want to move their fingers, and as the main chef, Uncle Qian, who has always been no worse than his young people, is even more rare to fork his old waist.

Therefore, the celebration of the dinner party can only be postponed later.

It is estimated that everyone took a few bites of the working meal in batches in the evening, and it should have been digested by this point in time.

At this critical moment, it can only be Song Yong, the boss who seems to be in a slightly better spirit, who personally cooks and prepares a little food for everyone.

He cooked a pot of instant noodles, which was regarded as everyone's supper, so that everyone could cushion their stomachs a little.

However, even if this supper is just an instant noodle, Song Yong can just add some boiling tap water and put it in the soup packet.

The things he added were the broth made by Uncle Qian's secret method.

Compared with Li Zhixin's kind of soup made with beef bones and low heat, when Uncle Qian was still boiling the soup, he also added the chicken rack of pheasants, the meat skin and pig's trotters of wild boars, and some special spices.

To put it mildly, just such a serving of broth made with ingredients from primitive times is worth a lot of money.

Song Yong didn't count the cost, and added a lot of wild vegetables and mushrooms, and marinated pork ribs to it.

So on the surface, it is a bit shabby supper, but it makes everyone eat quite happily......

Unlike others, Song Yong, who sat with the female ticket and ate instant noodles, summed up the first day of today's opening in his heart.

You can't continue to do business like this crazy tomorrow, otherwise no one will be able to survive for a long time.

Especially Uncle Qian is old, if he is tired, then where can he go to find such a reliable chef.

He decided that henceforth the dining area would only be open in the evenings, with a maximum of 10 tables per night.

After that, as long as it is not a guest who cannot be shirked, it will not be accepted.

In the barbecue area, the number of ingredients is also quantitative, and it is basically the same size as in the previous small shop period, and when it is sold out, it is closed.

After all, money is inexhaustible, and now the food stalls have as many customers as they can receive.

After thinking of this, Song Yong first sandwiched the mushrooms and wild vegetables in the bowl one by one into the bowl of the female ticket, who called this girl likes to eat these.

Then, he pulled the last bit of noodles in the bowl in a few bites, and pulled out a thick stack of red envelopes from his trouser pocket.