Yau Ma Tei Temple Street.

It's late at night, and almost all the night market stalls on the street have closed their doors, and the originally bustling streets will be silent.

At this time, a restaurant at the end of the street, although the roller shutter door at the main entrance has been closed, the second floor is still brightly lit.

On a table near the window, Twelve Shao took the plate handed over by the waiter, and said with a smile: "Brother Rong, come and try this dish, fried peeing shrimp!" This is the signature dish of my restaurant. ”

He picked up a piece and put it into Zheng Jirong's bowl, and said proudly: "Not only is the ratio of chili pepper and Huai salt just right, but the oil in the oil pot is changed every day to ensure that there is no oily smell, and the heat is so hot that even the shrimp shells are fried fragrant and crispy!" ”

Zheng Jirong was originally standing by the window looking at a chop noodle stall below, after hearing the words of the twelve young people, he was so curious that he picked up his chopsticks, sent a piece of fried golden crispy peeing shrimp into his mouth, chewed two bites and nodded and said: "Yes, the taste is indeed very good, but the heat is a little too much, and there is no umami taste that peeing shrimp should have." ”

"What Brother Erong said is", the twelve young people nodded hurriedly when they heard the words and said: "Actually, I told the store manager a long time ago, don't fry the shrimp so old, but he didn't say anything, the older the fried people are, the thirstier the people will be, so the better the wine will sell."

"And this? What is the origin of this store manager you hired? ”

"This guy used to work in the God of Food Catering Company, he followed Steve Zhou for a few years, learned a lot of business skills, and after Steve Zhou went bankrupt, this guy was invited by me to come to the store."

Twelve Shao recalled for a while and then said: "He also told me that it is too slow to open a restaurant to return to its original cost, it is better to open a fast food restaurant, say how narrow the table should be, how narrow and narrow the stool should be, how small and small the stool should be, and the customer should not let him be comfortable if he wants to be comfortable, let him lift his butt and leave quickly after eating, and how thick and thick the straw should be, how big and big the ice cubes should be, and the customer will drink the second cup after drinking one cup, and as for the fries and fried chicken, how old and old it must be fried."

"What bullshit profiteers!"

Zheng Jirong was unhappy when he heard this: "Doesn't he know that this is not good for the health of children?" ”

"yes, that's why I didn't open a fast food restaurant."

Speaking of this, in fact, the twelve young people are quite speechless.

Since Stephen Zhou's company went bankrupt and was deprived of the title of "God of Food", many talents in his company have been poached by other restaurants and restaurants with high salaries.

Because he had just opened a restaurant on Temple Street, Twelve Young also spent a lot of money and a high salary to hire a chef who used to follow Stephen Zhou, only to find out that this guy not only couldn't cook a dish, but he didn't even know where to hit the gas stove.

Twelve young people also found a lot of other restaurant owners who hired employees of the God of Food Catering Company, and only after this inquiry did they know that none of these guys knew how to cook, and the chef's name was all bought with money.

However, it is worth mentioning that although these parallel goods are not good at cooking, they are more proficient in marketing than the other, and each of them is a full profiteer!

Stephen Zhou, this bastard teaching cook, really has a hand!

"Ah Fei Aki, why don't you two eat it?"

Zheng Jirong asked Ah Fei and the two opposite, every time they invited them to dinner in the past, these two guys were like hungry ghosts reincarnated, but this time, they got up and chewed a few mouthfuls of green vegetables without moving their mouths.

"You won't be dissatisfied with my arrangement, right?", Zheng Jirong put down his chopsticks and said earnestly: "You are now recovering from a serious injury, and it is not suitable to fight and kill, I let you be in charge of the boxing match for your own good, and you can also learn some boxing and foot kung fu behind Ghost King Da, so that you can protect yourself more in the future, right?" ”

"No, Brother Rong", Ah Fei and the two shook their heads, and explained with a strange expression: "We have to eat three or four hot pots every day in the past few days on the Ghost King Da side, and we just ate there again before coming to Temple Street, and we really can't hold on." ”

"Yes, yes, this ghost Wang Da doesn't know what to think, what is it to train a boxer, but so far we have only seen the training of hot pot, this dead cripple has to boil a few eggs with his shell every time, what do you say to absorb heat to reduce dryness, he won't be a liar, right?"

"What?! There is such a thing."

After listening to the words of these two people, Zheng Jirong couldn't help frowning, according to the plot in the movie, Ghost Wang Da did this in order to confuse the senior brother with psychological tactics, so that He Jinyin could pass the first round smoothly, but now this guy has never even seen the face of the senior brother, why do you want to play this one.

Just when he was thinking about the intentions of the ghost king, the originally quiet street under the restaurant suddenly became noisy, and the two groups of old boys who gathered at some time were pointing at each other and scolding each other at this time, and the words were extremely sharp, and every word poked the old mother on the opposite side, but the strange thing is that although the scolding was hot, but neither side even did a move.

At this time, the twelve young men leaned down beside Zheng Jirong, and he pointed to the white shirt standing in the team of the old boys below and said: "Brother Rong, that is Stephen Zhou, this guy has been wandering on Temple Street for more than ten days, and he cheats and cheats every day in the name of [God of Food]. ”

Zheng Jirong's face turned straight when he heard this, he walked to the window with a cigar in his hand, and carefully looked at Stephen Zhou, who was hiding at the back of the line, slightly confused and helpless.

This guy looks extremely bad now, not only has blood on his nose, but also black and yellow stains everywhere on his white shirt, and even his hair is messy.

"Not long ago, a little brother told me that there was a rotten boy on the street, and he used the name of the god of food to cheat and drink everywhere, so I kept an eye on it, thinking of Brother Rong, your instructions, I also deliberately observed this guy secretly in private for several days, I didn't find the wrong person, Brother Rong?"

"That's right", Zheng Jirong exhaled a puff of smoke and said with the corners of his mouth raised: "He is the god of food." ”

"God of Food?"

Ah Fei and Ah Ji on the table immediately looked down at the window curiously when they heard this, "Damn, this god of food looks so dirty, and his side face is a bit like Ah Yinzhen." ”

"Didn't you say that Tang Niu is the god of food?"

Just as they were watching, something seemed to have happened to the two groups of old boys below, and the two groups of people who were originally distinct suddenly stood in a row in front of a round table, and the two-knife turkey on the table was scolding and didn't know what to say to the strong man opposite.

"It's too quiet, open the window."

After the twelve young people pushed open the window, the voices of the two came in at the right time.

"As I say! What are you fighting for, mixing together to make peeing cow balls, stupid! ”

"Say stupid?!"

"I'm sure I'm a well-known tailwinder!!"

“.”

(End of chapter)