Good people, there will be good rewards!

Regarding the above point, Song Yong has been convinced of this in his heart since he experienced the incident of Second Brother Ma last time.

And the current situation once again proves the truth of his profound life truth.

In order to scare Qian Wei, a waste man who gnawed at the old clan, he was unfortunately caught by the female ticket while smoking;

Here's how it happened:

Wang Xinran, who had a beautiful little face on Song Yong for the first time, walked into the store with a small look of anger and sat directly behind the bar.

She gave Song Yong a shy face and gave all kinds of drinks, an expression that I was very angry and didn't want to deal with you, a scumbag.

And just when the young man who was caught with a sore foot was helpless and didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, Wang happily shook his small nose, and after a stiff little face had relaxed at a fast speed, he asked a little embarrassedly:

"Ah Yong, what are you going to eat for dinner today, it smells so good?"

It was only at this time that Song Yong realized the fragrance wafting from the kitchen, which was quite sultry.

Looking at Wang Xinran, who seemed to have a lot of saliva in his mouth when he spoke, Song Yong suddenly had an idea in his heart about himself, a female ticket with a foodie attribute.

This stinky and shameless thing is just like this on his face.

As soon as he opened his mouth, his mouth boasted like this:

"Coincidentally, there is an Uncle Qian in our store today, who is definitely a top master chef in Sichuan and Hunan cuisine;

As he spoke, Song Yong grabbed the slippery right hand of the female ticket and dragged her towards the kitchen.

In the process of this series, he obviously found that the female ticket was in her hand, but she struggled a little weakly, and there was no more resistance.

Obviously, Wang Xinran was no longer angry.

Or maybe this foodie girl can't take care of this little thing anymore.

For this reason, Song Yong's heart rose with this kind of 'good people, there must be good rewards, he helped Qian Wei's son, and his son Uncle Qian helped himself', such a fateful feeling.

As for the marginal boasting about Uncle Qian in his mouth just now,

At the moment, he can only hope that Uncle Qian, who is a knife worker, can cook and be more powerful in terms of taste......

When Song Yong walked into the kitchen with the female ticket, he found that there were actually many people waiting in the kitchen, waiting in it early.

It was Stick and Brother Jiang, as well as a few waiters in the store and Xiao Lin, a little crippled cat, who all smelled the fragrance and ran into the kitchen early.

On the side of the kitchen stove, a few side dishes have been fried by Uncle Qian.

Whether it is Dong'an chicken, Sichuan-style braised pork ribs, sizzling beef, or garlic lettuce just out of the pot, it looks so exquisite now.

Even at first glance, it has a bit of a taste of exquisite art.

The kind of extremely delicate posing is a little unbearable to start and destroy such a good-looking dish.

And after being plated, Song Yong couldn't see a trace of it anymore, when Uncle Qian was chopping vegetables just now, the kind of knife work that seemed to be only of general professional level came to it, and it was a little bit of a rotten taste.

After untying the apron behind him, Uncle Qian was like a master who had just finished his performance.

He looked at the stupid crowd, first pointed to the beautiful dishes, and said with a satisfied expression:

"Come, Boss Xiao Song and the proprietress of Xiao Song, and everyone come to taste how it tastes, in addition, Boss Xiao Song, these wild condiments in your store don't look good, but they don't say anything about the quality, so the taste of these dishes should not be bad." ”

Song Yong didn't say anything, but after taking a pair of chopsticks, he handed them to the future proprietress with great eyesight.

Wang Xinran at this moment, where do he still remember angry and polite things in his heart.

After she picked up the chopsticks, she directly sandwiched a piece of beef that was shining with oil splashes on the still sizzling iron plate.

didn't care about the hot mouth of the beef, so he put it in his mouth.

Then, the girl kept screaming while being hot, and muttered, "It's delicious, it's so delicious." ”

Obviously, even Wang Xinran, a girl who has recently been used by Song Yong with ingredients from the primitive era, is quite satisfied with the iron plate beef that Uncle Qian purchased with ordinary ingredients.

After seeing this, Song Yong couldn't help it.

He directly twisted a piece of Dong'an chicken on the plate with his hand, and quickly stuffed it into his mouth, and then he could be sure that his eyes must have shone in an instant.

This dish of Hunan cuisine has always been the first of Hunan cuisine.

Dong'an is just the name of a county in Hunan Province, and it is also the birthplace of this famous Hunan dish, and it is a coincidence that Dong'an is very close to Song Yong's hometown.

Therefore, Song Yong, who is accustomed to this famous dish from snacks, actually has a considerable say in whether a Dong'an chicken is delicious or not.

The Dong'an chicken made by Uncle Qian, after eating it in the mouth, has a fresh and fragrant taste in the mouth, and has a beautiful sour and spicy taste, which can be said to be fat but not greasy.

The most important thing is that the material is obviously an ordinary broiler bought in the vegetable market, and the meat quality is not even in general.

But now that Song Yong eats it, he actually eats fresh and elegant tender meat.

To put it mildly, this is really the best Dong'an chicken he has ever eaten since he was a child.

Subsequently, after bringing himself a piece of Sichuan-style braised pork ribs, Song Yong faced Uncle Qian, which was more convincing than his own thumbs.

Because he just made a big head, all kinds of boasting to the female ticket for Uncle Qian, now it seems that it is not too much at all.

Uncle Qian's craftsmanship is said to be a top chef of Sichuan and Hunan cuisine, which is not modest at all.

After swallowing the ribs in his mouth, Song Yong couldn't help but ask the doubts in his heart: "Uncle Qian, how can your knife skills be so different from those of stir-fried vegetables?"

As soon as he heard this, Uncle Qian said in a bullish voice:

"That's not normal! Cutting vegetables is such a trivial matter, where do you need a real master chef to do it; in the past, when I was in the cafeteria, Qian Wei and his mother did the chopping, and I was only responsible for stir-frying and plating. ”

Song Yong: "......"

Tonight's staff meal, everyone ate quite satisfied, and even a little overwhelmed.

The main reason is that Song Yong wants to try it after tasting a few side dishes made by Uncle Qian, and what kind of level and taste it will be if Uncle Qian is perfectly played with the top-level materials that really come from the plane of the primitive era.

To this end, he found a carp weighing more than six pounds from one of the freezers.

And every top-notch ingredient is a huge temptation for every aspiring chef.

So after seeing this obviously different big carp, Uncle Qian also came to the spirit, and under his careful production, a Sichuan-style boiled pot fish was quickly out of the pot.

Then, as soon as the dish was put on the table, it was snatched up by everyone at an alarming rate.

Even Song Yong, who is accustomed to eating all kinds of fish in primitive times, has never stopped using chopsticks since he started.

The main reason is that he has to use his fast hand speed to constantly help the female ticket remove the fish bones on the fish, so as to catch up with Wang Xinran's speed of eating fish.

That being said, Song Yong was extremely satisfied with the taste after tasting the fish after a few bites.

After eating and drinking, he immediately held Uncle Qian's hand, and said with great sincerity:

"Uncle Qian, in the future, the kitchen in my store will be handed over to you, anyway, everything in the kitchen is your old man's final say;

After hearing this, Uncle Qian's face was calm.

I came to the store to do things, that is, I wanted to watch Qian Wei, a bastard boy, otherwise, many bosses in my hometown invited me to go out to cook, but I refused, I was so old, I really didn't think about coming out to do things before. ”

Hearing this, Song Yong looked at Qian Wei for a while, this skeleton man who had eaten three bowls of rice with his head buried in his head, which was unprecedentedly pleasing to the eye.

Next time, if you really want to hit him, then light your hand.