Chapter Eighty-Nine: Garbage Cook, Garbage Dishes?
Qin Feng didn't believe Song Shaoxiong's words at all!
Qinglongyuan is the best restaurant in Yangcheng, and the chefs are all top chefs hired by him at a high price.
Do they cook and vomit?
It's simply impossible!
Qin Feng didn't answer Song Shaoxiong's words immediately.
He picked up the chopsticks, took a bite of the dish, and as soon as he put it in his mouth, he spit it out: "He-tui!" ”
"It's so unpalatable!"
"Manager Wang, how do you cook the dishes, this is too unpalatable!"
Wang Long and Song Shaoxiong were stunned.
Wang Longxin said I have tasted this dish, it is delicious, what's wrong with the boss? Smash your own signboard? Or is there something wrong with my sense of taste?
Wang Lung was a little suspicious of himself.
Song Shaoxiong was also very puzzled in his heart, thinking that Qin Feng was stupid, saying that his own food was not delicious?
The brain is sick, definitely sick, and not lightly!
Qin Feng knew that Song Shaoxiong was here to find fault, he had already figured out how to deal with him, and just now was just the first step.
"Manager Wang, you are incompetent as a manager, how can you serve such an unpalatable dish to the guests, and you don't supervise the dishes cooked in the back kitchen?"
Wang Lung opened his mouth several times to speak, but he was all blocked by Qin Feng, and he felt super aggrieved.
"Manager Wang, you really disappointed me, so let's give you another chance to show Song Shao."
"Boss, the dish is ......" Wang Long wanted to say that the dish was delicious, but was interrupted by Qin Feng in the middle of his words.
"Do you have faith?"
Wang Lung also wanted to say that the food was delicious, but when he saw Qin Feng winking at him, his brain was alive, he blinked his eyes, and said weakly: "Yes...... Have faith. ”
Qin Feng nodded secretly, thinking that Wang Lung still had a bit of vision.
"Come here, I'll tell you a few dishes, and I'm sure to make Song Shao satisfied."
Wang Lung walked up to Qin Feng with doubts.
Qin Feng leaned over to Wang Long's ear and muttered.
Wang Lung's expression began to be puzzled, and he slowly smiled.
I thought to myself that our boss is so smart, such a trick can be imagined, it's too high.
Hey, no wonder he can be the boss, and I can only be a manager.
Wang Lung admired Qin Feng in his heart.
"Do what I say, understand?" Qin Feng said loudly.
"Understood, I will immediately ask people to prepare, and I will definitely make a meal that satisfies Song Shao, so that Song Shao will linger and miss every day after eating......"
Qin Feng saw that Wang Lung was endless, and hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, let's go quickly." ”
Wang Lung went down happily.
Song Shaoxiong was super puzzled.
I thought to myself, what the hell is this Qin Feng doing? Even if you invite the best and best chef in the world to cook, as long as I say it's not delicious, then everything will be in vain, and you will still have to compensate me for today's losses!
Just thinking about it, Qin Feng spoke: "Song Shao, wait a minute, the dishes I just said may be a little difficult to make and will take a little time, but don't worry, the dishes I said are absolutely delicious, delicious to the point of exploding." ”
Song Shaoxiong thought it was interesting, and said in his heart, okay, I want to see if the food you said is really that delicious?
Time passed minute by minute, about an hour, and Wang Lung led the waiter to start serving.
There are three dishes: red wine pheasant, foie gras steak, and French fish roll.
Qin Feng said: "Song Shao, try it, these three dishes are absolutely delicious." ”
Song Shaoxiong picked up the chopsticks suspiciously and tasted them.
After taking a bite of each dish, he put down his knife and fork and said, "What kind of garbage dishes, they are not as delicious as the first few dishes, who are you fooling!" ”
"Song Shao, these dishes are made by top chefs, don't be blind......"
Song Shaoxiong didn't wait for Qin Feng to finish speaking, and interrupted: "It's just a top chef's work, I think that chef is garbage!" ”
"Compensate me for the loss! Fast! ”
Song Shaoxiong didn't want to waste time, he thought to himself, just slander it, kill it!
"Tut-tut~ Song Shao, you can really slap yourself in the face." Qin Feng smiled and said, "Manager Wang, go and bring those chefs over." ”
"Okay."
Wang Lung hurriedly ran to the back hall and brought the cook over.
Song Shaoxiong was stupid when he saw the chefs in front of him.
Why did your own chef come to Qinglongyuan?
Qin Feng's voice sounded appropriately: "I know that Song Shao's taste is difficult to adjust, so I specially asked Song Shao's full-time chef, but I didn't expect that it still couldn't satisfy Song Shao." ”
"Song Shao, your taste is really difficult to adjust." Qin Feng sighed.
"You say that your full-time chef makes all the dishes that are junk dishes and can't satisfy you, so how can we satisfy you?"
Song Shaoxiong's face was pale, he didn't expect Qin Feng to come to this hand.
Qin Feng saw that Song Shaoxiong didn't speak, and continued: "Song Shao, you are really pitiful, you have eaten all the garbage-dishes for so many years. ”
Song Shaoxiong was so angry that his body trembled.
Originally, I wanted to find Qin Feng's stubble today, so as to make a good knock.
I didn't expect to end up slapping myself in the face.
And it hits so loudly!
"Song Shao, I'm really sorry, let you eat something more delicious than garbage."
"Manager Wang, count how many dishes Song Shao ordered in total today, and pay the full compensation."
Wang Lung quickly calculated.
Song Shaoxiong's face turned white and red, pointed at Qin Feng and said viciously: "You wait for Qin Feng, I won't let you have a good time, I will get it back!" ”
After saying that, he walked towards the door hatefully.
Qin Feng lit a cigarette, looked at his back and said loudly: "Song Shao will often come in the future!" ”
Song Shaoxiong was so angry that he clenched his fists, and he couldn't wait to run downstairs.
Qin Feng looked at the table full of dishes, secretly regretful, but he would not eat the dishes that Song Shaoxiong had moved.
"It's all down, feed the dogs!"
After speaking, he got up and went to Huayao.
Wang Lung looked at Qin Feng's back, not to mention the worship in his heart.
The boss's hand is too high!
Qin Feng returned to the Huayao Company, lay down in the car and slept, sleeping until he got off work in the afternoon.
It wasn't until Tang Sihan knocked on the car window that he reacted.
Back home, everything was business as usual.
The only difference is that Wu Ting has rarely been at home recently, and she has not been seen at night many times, Qin Feng guessed that she might be busy rectifying the underground forces in Yangcheng.
At eleven o'clock, Qin Feng practiced the occult art on time.
As soon as I finished practicing, I heard the sound of a doorbell.
I thought to myself, could it be that Wu Ting is back, but she has the key, won't she open the door herself?
The doorbell rang again, and he had no choice but to open it.
When I opened the door, it was pitch black outside, and there was not even a ghost.
"Someone rang the doorbell just now, did I hear it wrong?"
Qin Fenghu closed the door suspiciously, preparing to go back to his room.
But as soon as he got to the door of his room, the doorbell rang again.
Qin Feng's brows furrowed, he slowed down his steps and slowly walked towards the door.
The doorbell is still ringing.
One-step, two-step, three-step......
He slammed to the door and opened it.