The fat cook's words made Song Bangyue unable to eat.

Is it really appropriate for you to ask for a recipe in front of a customer?

"Can be ......"

"But you need to add money and naming rights."

The second sentence was said by Xie Jiangcheng, in French, which Song Bangyue didn't quite understand.

Zhao Yumei heard the meaning of the money and told her in Chinese.

Song Bangyue scratched her head, to be honest, she didn't expect to ask for money.

Because it's just a recipe, it's not a big deal.

Such a recipe, she has as many recipes in her head.

But she would not live up to Mr. Xie's kindness, so she let him discuss with this boss.

After saying a few words, Xie Jiangcheng asked her, "How much are you going to sell?" ”

"Actually, I didn't want to sell it for money."

Song Bangyue told the truth.

"No, he looked down on you just now."

It's rare for a man to have two points of truth.

That must be accommodating, Song Bangyue touched her chin, "Ten euros, let him pay us four ice creams, and you eat two." ”

Xie Jiangcheng also smiled.

The fat cook couldn't quite analyze the expressions of these Asians, and he regretted such an impulse a little in his heart.

Blame him for being too curious about how these delicacies are made.

When Xie Jiangcheng told him the price, he was stunned for a while.

"Brother, are you kidding me?"

Are you sure it's 10 euros? And not a hundred thousand euros?

Xie Jiangcheng told him coldly: "It was originally free, but because you looked down on my wife just now, you have to invite a few of us to eat ice cream." ”

The fat cook was stunned at first, then burst out laughing.

"God, you're funny, I'm going to have to post this experience on my social media, okay?"

"Yes, but you'll have to code me."

The other guests also let out a good-natured laugh.

"Mani, you're losing a lot of money now."

"Three ice creams, oh, that's a cheap recipe."

"Mani, when I learn how you have to make and sell, remember, you can only sell it for the price of four ice creams."

Mani feigned anger, "You inhuman gods, beware of me raising the price of the meal!" ”

Then he invited Song Bangyue to the kitchen to demonstrate.

Of course, Xie Jiangcheng had to accompany him as a translator, and Zhao Yumei carried the camera on board.

Although my sister is not a dedicated photographer, she is still very keen to shoot Song Bangyue.

Seriously, if Bang Yue's height grows by another ten centimeters, it will definitely be possible to be a model.

Even with such conditions now, it is completely possible to be a graphic model.

Her backstage private messages, every day there are modeling agencies or photographers looking for her to cooperate.

Before entering the kitchen, Song Bangyue first tied up her hair, put on a clean spare chef's uniform, and washed her hands.

In the process, a series of needed ingredients popped out of her mouth, and Xie Jiangcheng followed up with translation.

Mani instructed his assistants to prepare immediately.

The moment she stands in front of the cooking table, she becomes the main character.

All eyes fell on her.

After examining all the ingredients, he picked up an orange and put it aside after just sniffing it, "It's broken." ”

"No way, I personally went to the market in the morning to pick it up." The assistant didn't believe it.

Song Bangyue directly uncovered the label on the orange, and a small rotten pit was revealed.

As soon as Mani looked at the place, he slapped the assistant on the head, "Stupid." ”

After inspecting the ingredients, Song Bangyue began to make them.

While doing it, while talking about the precautions, Mani quickly took a small notebook and wrote it down.

Another chef was at work in the restaurant, and the pace of serving slowed down, but the guests were in no hurry.

After learning the reason, they watched curiously.

Someone asked if I could take pictures?

Xie Jiangcheng turned his back directly on them, saving himself from being photographed.

Alas, it's not a good thing to be rich enough to be too famous.

His face, as long as netizens are determined to turn it over, they can always find out his identity.

is married to the boss, and it has a bad impact on Bang Yue's career.

Song Bangyue's action in processing the ingredients was fast and precise, saying that she wanted five grams of orange peel and would never wipe more money.

In Xie Jiangcheng's taste, she increased the ratio of sweetness and milk, which is more in line with the preferences of foreigners.

As for the rest, it hasn't changed.

In the time between the cakes, prepare the vegetables you need while marinating the beef and chicken breasts.

In less than seventy minutes, she had three dishes.

This time, the amount of food was large, and the fat chef simply divided it into small pieces, and the guests in the restaurant had a share.

"God, this is the best cake I've ever had!"

"The flavor is really special, it's better than those expensive cakes."

"I prefer vegetable rolls."

"This vegetable roll is really a boon for vegans."

"Fried chicken is the dogma of the meat-eaters!"

Song Bangyue wiped her hands dry and walked out.

After the fat cook asked her name, he simply named it 'Monthly Meal'

These things can be made in advance, and they can even be sold while they are made, which is the charm of Chinese food.

In such a populous country, customers who cook like French food so slowly that they don't know how many people will starve to death.

At this time, it was past the noon meal rush.

Mani asked Song Bangyue to stare at her again before sending her away.

"I'll email you about the sale of the monthly meal, or you can follow me on social media."

Song Bangyue said that she would take a look if she was free.

After getting in the car, I couldn't help sighing, "I obviously said that I would come to play with Sister Zhao, but I went to cook." ”

"That's probably the fate of a food blogger." Zhao Yumei enthusiastically proposed, "Why don't you also open a foreign media account?" ”

Foreign social media does not circulate in China, and if you want to use it, you need to go over the wall.

Among them, it is relatively troublesome to take care of the income of her own account, Song Bangyue thought for a while, "Let's talk about it then." ”

She doesn't have that much ambition.

Neither at home has done its best, let alone abroad.

The next day, Youyu Zhao Yumei really didn't know where to play, so she simply took her to the shooting site that had been scheduled.

When Zhao Yumei took the two to the filming site, she was thinking of using all the words she could to introduce the two, who knew that the staff muttered very dissatisfied:

"It's slow."

Then he pointed in the direction, "Go quickly." ”

Zhao Yumei thought she was talking about her, although she arrived half an hour earlier than the agreed time, she still apologized kindly.

Following the instructions of the staff, I arrived at the place.

Everyone is busy, the makeup artist is applying makeup, and the costume artist is preparing the clothes for the model to wear.

Zhao Yumei found the chief photographer, and after saying hello to the two, she went to report to him.

Song Bangyue felt that she was quite redundant on this occasion.

She was about to find a place to watch, but a photographer with brown hair and brown eyes came over with a frown.

"God, why are you here, beware of Mr. Cole's tantrums."

Yes?

What are you talking about? She looked at Xie Jiangcheng.

Then he was dragged away by the makeup artist, "I have to hurry up and put on makeup." ”

Xie Jiangcheng stopped the makeup artist and explained in French, "She is not a model, we came with friends to watch." ”

Song Bangyue realized that she was used as a model.

The corners of her mouth are uncontrollably raised, does this mean that she is very suitable for being a model?