Chapter 122

"President, this, this Are you sure you want to eat it? " Looking at the bowl of black and black Banlangen instant noodles, they were all shocked. They thought that they had trained a lot of difficult projects in the army in those years, including more than ten times below zero expeditions and only steamed bread for military supplies, and they could chew them down.

But when they saw the bowl of noodles in front of them, they couldn't make up their mind to eat it This noodle is really terrible. Although Lin Xiaoqing said that it can be cooked and used as food, is it too hard to imagine?

"I was born in a culinary family. What have I not eaten in the past 20 years?" The overbearing president looked up at the sky. After a long time, he took a breath, as if determined to die. He yelled, "help me call Dr. Zhang to wait at home!"

With that, he glared at the bowl of plate blue gluten instant noodles, and then without chopsticks, he directly picked it up with his hands, lifted his neck and poured the whole bowl into his stomach.

The process is very fast, which can be described as eating in seconds. After eating, he turns over the bowl, which means the same as cheering. It's to let people see that he really finished all the noodles.

"Good, very good," Song Beichuan couldn't help clapping his hands and exclaiming, "good boy, you did a good job! I admire your courage

The crowd looked at the overbearing president and saw him panting excitedly. His eyes were covered with red silk, as if he had experienced a terrible battle, "cough, I, i..."

"President, are you ok?" The men were scared when they looked at him.

"I'll eat it, and you'll eat it, and then we'll leave!" The eyes of the overbearing president have turned white. His face turns yellow and green, and green and purple This bowl of noodles is really bad. The sweet taste of traditional Chinese medicine is mixed with the oil on the instant noodles. It has a feeling of nausea, isn't it Now his stomach has begun to turn over the river!

He only wanted one thing in his mind now, that is to leave the peace hotel as soon as possible, but although he had finished eating, his subordinates had not finished eating. Song Beichuan just said that he had to finish eating before he left.

When they see that their masters have finished eating, even if there are tens of millions of them who are not willing, they can only eat with their eyebrows.

It's a pity that their appetites have not gone through harsh cultivation. They don't want to be overbearing. The president has been trained by Lin Xiaoqing, so they just took a bite. Some people can't help but feel sick.

"Remember?" Song Beichuan looked at the man, Zou Mei said: "I said, if you vomit, you have to clean up the place before you can go!"

"Right Oh, I, I'm sorry, "the man was bewildered on the spot.

At this time, Lin Xiaoqing came over. She waved to song Beichuan and said, "forget it, husband, let our staff clean it up. I'm a little sleepy. I want to go home and have a rest soon. Xixi seems to say that I have to listen to my story today to go to bed!"

Song Beichuan thinks about it. It's true. Last night, Xixi caught Xiaoqing and said that she wanted to tell the fairy tale of the prince and princess. Originally, he was responsible for telling bedtime stories, but now Xixi's little princess dislikes his voice, which is not as good as mommy's, so she has to tell it. Ha ha That's a good thing, isn't it?

The salesmen's action is very fast, and the man who just took a bite has turned white and fainted.

The rest of the people, you look at me, I look at you and look at the bowl of noodles, even a little timid. The bully president encouraged them again, and then ate them all.

After eating, their reaction was also quite wonderful. Because they ate too much just now, they vomited directly.

They fell down one after another in the disdainful eyes of the shop assistants. Seven people came into the peace hotel, but unexpectedly they finally went out No, it's crawling out on its stomach. Only the overbearing president is on his own.

"This guy deserves to be the president of kapukong, and he has certain ability," Song Beichuan looked at his back and laughed jokingly.

Lin Xiaoqing shakes her head faster. What is this ability? The ability to eat dark food without falling down is nothing to boast about, is it?

She looked at her watch. It's more than ten o'clock in the evening. Ah, it's a little late today. Xixi must be impatient at home, isn't she?

Under the same sky, in another part of the city, Liu Dongqiang is hesitating. Since he left kapukong catering group, he has a new way out.

He already has a French restaurant in operation, and the business is quite good, but that was before, and under the current environment, this kind of high price restaurant is actually not easy.

A few months ago, the stock market was booming, and the turnover of his restaurant doubled. But now that he's a dog, who has the money to spend?

Although you are famous, how about cooking so delicious that you can fly into the earth? If people don't have money to eat, they won't come. What can you do with people when you go to those relatively low-end and less delicious restaurants?

Originally, he wanted to try a price reduction or something, but the price reduction is an invisible damage to French restaurants.

Then there are only two options left. Either you are determined to fight a price war, or you can stay the same. If you don't open for three years, you can earn three years But is it OK to use it in a restaurant?

"Brother Qiang, brother Qiang, I have a question!" "How about if we make private dishes?" he raised his hand like a primary school student"Private food?" Liu Dongqiang looked at his fiancee suspiciously, "what private food?"

His question is, how? How to operate? It's not private food.

The so-called private dish, in a broad sense, is a dish that we are good at. It is not supposed to be sold as a commodity. However, in the 21st century, the concept of this dish has changed.

Today's so-called private dishes are almost the same as privately ordered dishes. For example, customers order the ingredients, propose the flavor they want to eat, and then let the chef play freely in the following process.

This kind of custom-made dish will not be repeated, because even if the guests order the same ingredients, the requirements will not be the same.

Due to the small number of people serving, the price of private dishes is extremely high, and the cook is Liu Dongqiang, the chef of kapukong.

"Brother Qiang, your name in the catering industry can be said to be quite loud, and your position is also very important," said shuido Yangping, looking at the ceiling with a look of adoration. "I think you should take part in more TV programs, teach people how to cook, keep exposure, and then we'll find someone to make a mobile phone software, so that they can see the dishes we cook, as well as the comments of guests, and positioning and so on …”

"What if someone is picking on the software?" Liu Dongqiang didn't expect that this woman of Shuihu Yangping would use her brain, and what she said seemed to make sense.

"Only people after consumption can comment," she said, leaning on the pot of daffodils beside her desk. "Brother Qiang, do you think I'm very powerful?"

"Great." It's just that the eyes are pretty bad, alas Shuihu Yangping is good at everything, and her brain is not too stupid. She is not as naughty as Lin Xiaoqing. She often makes two mistakes.

But why, in my heart is she? Clearly she already has a husband and children. Her body and mind are all in Song Beichuan's body. She refuses him again and again without hesitation, but why does his heart always think about her?

On the outside, if Shuihu Yangping closes her eyes, she is much purer and a few years younger than Lin Xiaoqing, not to mention her inner self-cultivation. Compared with Shuihu Yangping, Lin Xiaoqing is an uncivilized barbarian.

"Actually, I've thought about it. Brother Qiang, you can make that kind of high-end private food, but I'm still in the cultivation stage. Can I make that kind of business fast food?"

Fast food? In a daze, he was inflamed with anonymity. "Our Liu family is a culinary family. As the daughter-in-law of the Liu family, how can you make that kind of low-level fast food?"

It can't be spared. For Liu Dongqiang, this proposal is blasphemous to the reputation of his Liu family!

"Er..." She was startled, holding the flowerpot hands can not help shaking, "I, I just see Lin Xiaoqing, her new restaurant, business is good, I feel that her little bit of cooking can do guest like yingmen, we Liu cooking so outstanding, if willing to do, then..."

She did not finish the second half of the sentence, but how could Liu Dongqiang not understand her meaning?

In fact, he didn't know the current situation, and his father didn't disclose it. It's unwise to leave kapukong now. But Liu Dongqiang can't stand being around the bully president any more.

At the age of thirty, he was proud of his excellent cooking skills, and naturally wanted to make great achievements on his own. Why is he so domineering? The president is born to be superior, but he has so strong strength, but he is subordinate to other people's group, the chef? In the end, it's just a cook!

Kapukong catering group can exist, so why can't he Dongqiang catering group appear and compete with it?

As the saying goes, I'm born to be useful. A man's ambition is everywhere. He is full of talent and ambition in his prime. Why not let go?

He made a quick calculation in his mind and asked Shuihu Yangping to operate fast food for white-collar workers, but he was responsible for more high-end private dishes If we let go of our prejudices, we can do the former.

In the latter case, this project must be close to those celebrities and rich people, which is a little difficult for him.

How to change your mood? He never gives any good looks to his guests. Even if others praise him, he won't be happy. He's not surprised all the way.

He sighed, turned and looked at the bitter looking Shuihu Yangping, and saw that she still held the basin of Narcissus as her own. His mouth could not help smoking again. "Well, I don't blame you. What you said is good, what you said is good, I basically agree with you, but give me a little time to think about it?"

"Really?" Hearing Liu Dongqiang praise herself, she happily rubbed against the poor Narcissus. "I knew that brother Dongqiang was the best to me and understood me best!"

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