Chapter 1309

"Since we are Liu Hao's friends, we can be considered as half-acquaintances. This is my business card. Let's make friends." The man took out a business card with white gilded characters from his pocket.

Seeing this posture, Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but put his heart back in his stomach. They probably weren't feuding anymore. He looked at the business card and felt a little embarrassed. A gangster actually printed a business card. He looked down at the words on the business card, "Zhong Yanhong, General Manager of Yehui Entertainment Company." Yehui and Wang Xiaoming knew that it was the largest KTV on the street next to him: "It turns out that Boss Zhong It’s Ye Hui’s boss, hello! Does Boss Zhong know Mo Zi?”

When Zhong Yanhong heard the name Mouse, his eyebrows moved. Without comment, he just asked: "He often comes to your place?"

Wang Xiaoming shook his head: "My store has just opened, so I don't say I come here often, but I did come here today and I just left not long ago."

Zhong Yanhong glanced at the door, wondering what he was thinking, then took out a cigarette and handed one to Wang Xiaoming, who waved his hand and refused. Zhang Yiwei quickly took out a lighter and lit it for him. Zhong Yanhong lit the cigarette and took a puff with half-closed eyes: "My little brother is not sensible. I have offended many people today."

Zhang Yiwei put his hands together with a grimace: "Brother Hong, I have realized my mistake and will never do it again. Boss Wang, you must forgive me."

Wang Xiaoming didn't know which part of the song was being sung, and he didn't know how to answer the question. Yang Ming called out from the kitchen: "Boss, come and serve the food!"

This was a perfect solution, but it was also very embarrassing. I was the boss and was asked by my waiter to run errands in front of the guests. He brought out scrambled eggs with tomatoes and beef with celery from the kitchen: "Are you going to drink or eat?"

Zhong Yanhong said: "I don't want to drink anymore. I just drank here. Let's eat."

Zhang Yiwei jumped up quickly: "I'm going to serve the rice."

Wang Xiaoming entered the kitchen again. Yang Ming was making seaweed and meatball soup, with a plate of prepared garlic kale next to it. Wang Xiaoming asked: "Is that all?"

Yang Ming said: "There are still some ribs. It takes time. I won't make them anymore. I'll send them away as soon as possible."

Wang Xiaoming couldn't help laughing and took the kale out.

Zhong Yanhong had already eaten it and found that the dish was unexpectedly delicious, so he was looking forward to what would come next. However, he found that what he was served was green vegetables, and he was a little disappointed: "Aren't you King of the Sea? There is no seafood? "Living by the sea and eating from the sea, people at the seaside love seafood.

Wang Xiaoming remembered: "Oh, yes, wait a moment." After a while, he brought a plate of pickled squid and put it on the table.

Zhong Yanhong was full of expectations, but he found out it was pickles, not to mention the disappointment in his eyes. Wang Xiaoming resisted the urge to laugh: "Seafood must be fresh. If you want to eat seafood, please come early next time."

Zhong Yanhong said nothing more. He tasted a little squid and found that it was salty, fresh and delicious. It had an extraordinary taste. He couldn't help but nodded: "Not bad, your cooking skills are not bad."

Wang Xiaoming was a little dissatisfied when he heard that there was only "OK". He thought to himself, "Can you find someone better?" The two younger brothers brought by Zhong Yanhong immersed themselves in eating and did not talk, for fear that they would eat less if they talked too much. Zhong Yanhong saw that the dishes on the plate were getting less and less like a magic trick. He couldn't help but hit the chopsticks of the two people with his chopsticks: "You are reincarnated as a starving ghost, slow down!"

Zhang Yiwei and another boy quickly took back their chopsticks and dug into the rice. They were surprised that the food was so delicious that they forgot that they were eating with their eldest brother, who had the most unpredictable personality.

Wang Xiaoming really wanted to laugh, but he held it back and quickly turned around and went to the kitchen. Yang Ming had already brought out the soup: "It's closed. There aren't many dishes left. Please be early next time."

Zhong Yanhong raised his head and glanced at Yang Ming: "Well, the master cooks well. Where did he learn it?"

Yang Ming put down the soup and didn't answer him: "I'll charge you next time you come."

"Of course." Zhong Yanhong put down his rice bowl and took a ladle of soup to drink, "Are you taking on a disciple?"

Yang Ming was slightly startled: "I'll accept it, but I don't want it if I don't have the qualifications."

Zhong Yanhong pointed to the two Shamate boys who were eating and said, "How are they?"

As soon as he said these words, everyone in the room except himself and Yang Ming were stunned. Wang Xiaoming, who was sitting at the front desk, raised his head and looked at the people at the table. There were rice grains crumbling between Zhang Yiwei's teeth: "Brother Hong?" The rice grains fell down.

Zhong Yanhong frowned: "Let's eat before we talk!"

Zhang Yiwei and another boy hurriedly finished the meal and put down their bowls and chopsticks: "Brother Hong?"

Zhong Yanhong ate his meal slowly by himself: "What, you don't want to? What can you do with me? Watch the scene, pick up girls? Can you manage me for the rest of your life?"

Zhang Yiwei and another friend looked at each other in confusion. They had not thought about the longer term. Anyway, if they have wine now, they will get drunk the next day, and now they can have wine and meat.

Yang Ming sat on a chair beside him, one leg crossed over the other, and his body leaned against the back of the chair: "Let's talk about it first. I really want to recruit small workers here. The wages are not high and they will take care of the food. One thousand and fifty workers." Yue, if he has good qualifications, I will teach him how to cook. If he doesn’t have good qualifications, he can only be a handyman. Don’t waste everyone’s time and energy.”

Neither brother spoke.

Zhong Yanhong said from the side: "Do you know - the master's surname?" He turned to Yang Ming. ——"Yang Ming."——

Zhong Yanhong continued, "Do you know how high Master Yang Ming's skills are? I have never tasted better dishes than his from H City to G City. This is a palace-level master who is willing to teach you. What a blessing you are. If you learn this, you will become famous chefs. In the future, you will open a private restaurant and only cook one dish a day. You have to make a reservation to eat. You can earn thousands of dollars per meal. It is no better than following me to watch the show. ? Come and report to work tomorrow morning!"

If their parents had said this, these two naughty kids would definitely not have done it, but it was said by Zhong Yanhong, and it held considerable weight. Zhang Yiwei nodded: "Okay, I will listen to Brother Hong."

Another Shamate also nodded: "I also listen to Brother Hong."

Wang Xiaoming was stunned to hear this. If you can earn several thousand yuan for a private meal, then you can earn at least tens of thousands a month, and that's just for one meal!

Zhong Yanhong stopped talking and immersed himself in eating. He didn't eat quickly, but he ate a lot. He ate up all the remaining dishes and drank only a little of the soup. He said to the two younger brothers: "Drink the rest, don't waste it." food."

The two younger brothers drank the remaining soup obediently. Zhong Yanhong rinsed his mouth with tea and leaned on the back of the chair with his belly puffed out: "From now on, when you work in the store, you will be able to eat the food cooked by Master Yang Ming for every meal. This alone will make you a lot of money."

The two younger brothers were a little hesitant at first, but when they heard Zhong Yanhong say this, their faces shone brightly, and they came back to life as if they had been injected with chicken blood. "We'll report here tomorrow!"

After finishing the meal, Zhong Yanhong held a card between his fingers: "Pay the bill!"