Chapter 1784 Wang Hong Seeks Death

"Mr. Wei, I see you haven't eaten the chicken wings. Should we exchange them? I'll exchange them with you for pork belly." Wang Hong said.

Surprise flashed in Mr. Wei's eyes, and he looked at Wang Hong as if he was wondering: Is he really a tough guy?

"No problem, let's change like last time." Mr. Wei looked normal, with a helpful expression on his face.

Wang Hong said: "No, Mr. Wei, I found that there was something wrong with our change of methods last time."

"Oh?" Mr. Wei showed curiosity on his face and asked, "If you have any questions, I'll listen."

"It's like this, Mr. Wei, last time you asked me, if it were me, what would I be willing to trade for chicken wings, but in fact this comparison is wrong." Wang Hong said clearly: "Because chicken wings are not Wei Sir, you like food the most, so this exchange is unfair."

In fact, at this time, Mr. Wei only needs to say, "I don't like it the most, but you do, so you are willing to buy it at your favorite price." Wang Hong is at a loss.

Business being what it is, transaction prices are largely determined by demand.

But the problem is that Wang Hong and Mr. Wei are not trading, but exchanging. In the God of Cooking shop, you always look up but never look down, but you can't say such heartless words.

Yuanzhou lowered his head and grilled the barbecue. He added his favorite nose string to the barbecue tonight. Of course, there were only two skewers. He didn’t know who would eat it tonight.

There was no other way, so I prepared a total of fifteen skewers, but there wasn't much left. Yuan Zhou still wanted to eat the remaining thirteen skewers.

To Yuan Zhou's expectation, Wang Hong actually thought about it on his own. Sure enough, the only thing that can drive the evolution of a foodie's IQ is food.

"No wonder Fang Heng sometimes calls him Er Hongzi, and sometimes he is really Er Hongzi. He thinks that if he understands this truth, he can arm-wrestle with Mr. Wei?"

Yuanzhou never thought that Mr. Wei would overturn because of this. The two of them were at different levels, so there was no such possibility.

If Zheng Jiawei and Mr. Wei were to fight, there would be something to watch. Yuan Zhou could already imagine Wang Hong's ending.

Yuanzhou didn't pay any more secret attention, because he could see the battle all the way to the end, what's the point?

After hearing what Wang Hong said, Mr. Wei did not refute, but showed a sudden realization: "It seems like this is true. Then Xiao Wang, you suffered a big loss in the last exchange."

"I'm so sorry." Mr. Wei stood up and apologized solemnly, and then said: "Me too, because the work environment is too comfortable and I often don't use my brain. My brain is a little rusty."

This solemn apology made Wang Hong feel embarrassed, and he waved his hands quickly: "No, no, Mr. Wei never noticed it, and Mr. Wei really gave it to me, my favorite chicken wings, so After all, I still want to thank Mr. Wei."

"What's our relationship?" Mr. Wei said righteously: "Do we need to say thank you?"

Mr. Wei directly put the roasted wings in his hand into Wang Hong's hands and said, "No need to change, I will give you my roasted wings. Who among us will follow?"

Listening to Mr. Wei's loyal words, Wang Hong had doubts for a moment. When did his relationship with Mr. Wei become so good?

But at this moment, Wang Hong was not allowed to think too much. The environment and atmosphere had reached this point.

Just listen to Wang Hong blurting out: "No, no, you have to change if you agree to change. That will make you suffer, Brother Wei."

Yes, Brother Wei is called.

"What's the point of helping a brother once, twice, or even three times?" Mr. Wei asked.

"It's really not possible. I know Brother Wei is good." Wang Hong felt that he had gone a little too far. This was the second time he changed the chicken wings, and Mr. Wei helped him every time.

"Okay, I accept Brother Wei's chicken wings." Wang Hong handed the pork belly and small sausages to Mr. Wei.

He said: "Then Brother Wei can't refuse brother something."

"This..." Mr. Wei was holding small sausages and pork belly with a very embarrassed look on his face.

Wang Hong said: "Stop talking.

If Brother Wei treats me as a brother, he will accept the pork belly and sausages, and I can eat the grilled wings that Brother Wei gave me with peace of mind. "

"Okay, then I will give this face to my brother today." Mr. Wei agreed awkwardly.

Wang Hong felt much better, and the chicken wings in his hands felt even better.

The exchange of chicken wings ended here. The person who had two skewers on his nose was Meng Baihai, who came to the late-night barbecue stall of Kitchen God Shop for the first time. To be precise, this was Meng Baihai's first time in the shop.

"The God of Cooking shop is really harmonious." Meng Baihai saw the whole scene just now, full of friendship, but it felt a little weird.

"Speaking of which, I didn't expect the ghost beer market on Taoxi Road to really exist. These businesses are amazing." Meng Baihai couldn't help but curse.

He is a bar owner by profession and has opened two bars in Chengdu.

Recently, Meng Baihai wants to expand the bar and introduce more varieties of beer. As a bar owner, he naturally has his own channels.

But by chance, Meng Baihai heard that there was a street in Chengdu that had a wide variety of beers. Moreover, there were no wine sellers on this street during the day, and there were only trades at night.

Meng Baihai felt at that time that the rumor of a lunatic, not an antique jade, but a ghost market for beer was simply too ridiculous.

That's right, Meng Baihai didn't believe it. To be precise, no one with a brain would believe it.

But then I thought about it. As a native of Chengdu, Meng Baihai had never eaten at the proud Kitchen God restaurant in Chengdu, so he just happened to come and have a look.

Meng Baihai, who was eating barbecue, saw that magical scene. Businessmen selling beer appeared one after another. There were beers from all over the country, such as Huanghe, Wusu, Shancheng, Yanjing and other familiar brands.

"It's okay to have these domestic brands. Why are there even foreign beers? This style is too complete." Meng Baihai was really stunned.

It was normal for Meng Baihai to be dumbfounded. Even Yuan Zhou, the initiator of everything, was a little confused about this situation.

In the beginning, there was no beer in Yuanzhou Bistro, so many diners who didn't get a ticket had no wine to drink. Even when barbecue was being sold, Chef God's Bistro would not serve beer.

Even now, there is barbecue only when it rains, and wine when it doesn't rain. The two are separate.

Barbecuing skewers is one of life's great pleasures. Where there is demand, there is supply, so many wine sellers have appeared.

It was a coincidence that there happened to be a food show called "Three Strange Things on Taoxi Road", and the third strange thing had a wine street at night.

It has become famous across the country. Many people like to drink two bottles of beer, and diners will come here.

It is inevitable that there will be more and more diners. On the one hand, there are many choices of beer. On the other hand, Taoxi Road has the Chef God Shop as a benchmark. Whether it is sesame seeds or stir-fried rice cakes, etc., the food that goes with the wine tastes better than other places.

After more than two years of development, the Jiugui Market on Taoxi Road has gradually become an industry, and accordingly, there are more and more types of beer.

The future world beer street has begun to take shape.

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PS: Cai Mao still needs to know how to fill in the pits, hhh.

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