At about ten o'clock in the morning, inside and outside the Song Kee food stall, the atmosphere has become extremely lively and festive.

Looking at the radiant faces, Song Yong would think that the Spring Festival had arrived early.

The reason for the matter couldn't be simpler, at noon today, the short and fat middle-aged man from the stick family: Mr. Bai, a gourmet, will come to Shencheng with a program team.

After getting off the plane, their first and only stop was the Song Kee food stall.

After that, they will spend two full days doing a special food show around the Song Kee food stalls.

In other words, everyone in the store is counted as one, and they are likely to appear on the TV variety show of Bangzi's house, and show their glorious, or a little dirty image, in front of the Asian people.

But whether he's dirty or not, isn't such a rare experience worth bragging about for a long time?

Therefore, there is no need for Song Yong, the boss, to emphasize today, everyone in the store has already discussed it last night and came to work two hours early.

A group of girls, sticks, and Brother Jiang started cleaning the store with rags and mops.

Trying to make Song Kee food stall, which is destined to develop into an international famous restaurant, appear in the camera with a better image.

For the employees under him, this spirit of self-initiative and the store as a home.

Song Yong, who is the boss of Xiao Song, is naturally very happy to see it in his eyes.

If it weren't for the fact that these guys were cleaning up, of course.

The overall action is a little trembling, for fear of soiling your uniform and makeup, so it's even better.

Good guys! In order to make their image look better after being on TV, these guys may start tossing themselves after dawn.

The girls, including the young woman A Xiao, are all wearing exquisite makeup.

The uniform on the body is probably the same as the one that has just been dry cleaned once, and it looks very bright.

For a while, it magically brought Song Yong an illusion: where are they waiters in the catering industry, and they are simply the young ladies who came to participate in the beauty pageant!

Even the stick and Brother Jiang, these two rough old men, seem to have tossed themselves a lot.

Anyway, on their short little flat heads, Song Yong estimated that each person had consumed at least one or two weights of gel water, which made the short hairs stand up one by one.

From a distance, it looks like a hedgehog.

Originally, Song Yong wanted to say something about the appearance of these two goods, but after seeing the two of them, he felt good about himself.

The kind-natured young man wisely closed his mouth and walked into the kitchen......

In the kitchen, Uncle Qian and others also came early.

Because Uncle Qian has already made a plan, he must show his hand well today and let that stick see the food of my Great Heavenly Empire.

"Aunt Ma, she looks very good today!"

After walking into the kitchen, Song Yong greeted Qian Wei, a toad man who was sitting in a wheelchair, and Ma Damiang, who was dealing with yellow eels, to Qian Wei, a toad man who was worried about swan meat.

Since Qian Wei started to learn to cook yesterday, this old lady followed Uncle Qian and his son to the small shop with Uncle Qian, who came to work.

In the words of this aunt, full of confidence:

"Old man Qian is such an old man, it's okay to stir-fry vegetables or something, but cutting vegetables, arranging dishes, and handling ingredients, the rough craftsmanship can't be seen at all; ”

Seeing that Aunt Ma, the old lady's spirit, seemed to be really good, Song Yong also acquiesced to her staying in the small shop and guiding Qian Wei to learn the craft.

After all, this is a mother's deep heart for her precious son.

Yesterday, Aunt Ma sat in a wheelchair, but she showed her hand slightly, and her excellent craftsmanship made everyone in the small shop look stupid.

The beautiful knife work and plating, beautiful as a work of art.

Even Xiang Wei, the 200-pound white case master, then looked at Qian Wei's eyes, and he was full of envy and jealousy.

Although he can learn a lot of skills by following Uncle Qian and his wife in the future, how can Qian Wei be taught so hand-in-hand, and he can achieve good learning results.

In the face of Song Yong's greeting, Aunt Ma replied with a kind face:

"Boss Xiao Song, you are here, rest assured, I guarantee that everything will be beautiful for you today. ”

Then in the blink of an eye, the old lady's face changed, she picked up a broom pole at hand, and pulled it at Qian Wei on the side.

Slapped Qian Wei heavily with his hand, when he didn't seem to have a few taels of meat.

He was still scolding loudly: "How many times have I told you to be lighter and lighter when you go under the knife, you kid is chopping firewood." ”

Qian Wei: "......"

didn't care about Qian Wei, who was in dire straits, Song Yong walked towards Uncle Qian.

Even if Aunt Ma said just now, everything today can be done for him beautifully, but now Song Yong still has some worries.

Because the eel banquet that Uncle Qian plans to buy today is not the Sichuan and Hunan cuisine that he is best at.

In the Huaiyang area, the eel feast is also called the long fish feast, which is one of the famous dishes in the Huaiyang cuisine.

It is said that Uncle Qian had a good relationship with a chef of Huaiyang cuisine decades ago.

Under the communication between the two, they finally learned a craft in this way.

Prior to this, Song Yong also deliberately looked up information about this eel feast on the Internet, which can be regarded as knowing more about the eel feast.

To this day, the young people remember the shock in their hearts when they first finished reading the materials.

The legendary complete eel feast is said to consist of one hundred and eight dishes, all of which have eel as the ingredients, and it takes at least one or three days to eat them all.

Of course, because of Mr. Bai's schedule, there is also the problem of limited preparation time.

Uncle Qian didn't plan to make one hundred and eight dishes in one go, such an outrageous thing.

What is it! I really want to frighten Mr. Bai, an international friend of the stick family, and scare out a good one, but it is not his true intention.

But even so, Uncle Qian can be regarded as a big move.

He selected the essence of 36 dishes from one hundred and eight dishes to match; I believe that when the time comes, Song Yong, who personally introduced them by the way, said this with a humble face on his face:

"Oops! Teacher Bai is really embarrassed, because the time is too rushed, the one hundred and eight dishes of eel banquet, can only give you thirty-six dishes, it's really rude, sorry, sorry!"

That kind of comfort of pretending to be forced has always been able to break through the sky.

Soon, Song Yong walked behind Uncle Qian, who was in front of the fierce stove at this time, skillfully stir-frying with a big spoon.

What he is making is supposed to be one of the eight bowls of 'soft eel'.

By now, Uncle Qian's dish has entered the process of collecting the juice on high fire, and I saw that the fat eel meat was golden in the pot, and there was a pungent fragrance from afar.

Song Yong, who had only eaten breakfast for a long time, just glanced at it, and directly looked hungry.

At this point, Song Yong did not have any doubts about the eel banquet at noon.

Just kidding! If this kind of food can't handle the white teacher of the stick family, then it is simply unreasonable......

After coming out of the kitchen, Song Yong drove his pickup truck from the basement and drove towards the airport in Shencheng, intending to pick up people.

If it's just such a pickup truck, it naturally can't sit in a film crew.

But it doesn't matter, after arriving at the airport, Cao Dajun, a private driver driving Wuling Light, arrived here early.

With such a magic car, the stick of another class can be stuffed into it.