Yang Song is going to make pig soup today. Shen Huaizhao wrote the sign early and hung it at the door.

Gu Baiwei naturally selects chopped scallions like lilacs.

Today's green onions are also small chives. They are fresh and sweet with a slight spicy taste. The green onion oil is sufficient. It's just accompanied by the fragrant pig soup. It's fresher to eat.

With Gu Baiwei, Yang Song is much more relaxed.

Cut several pots of pig miscellaneous, and the pig soup boils like crab eyes.

"Invite guests in!"

The people in the first team of Baifeng Pavilion took the lead and lined up to scan the code for payment.

"Three hundred pieces of pig soup and ninety-nine pieces of fire are less than four hundred. Brother song really gives face."

People who come to Baifeng Pavilion for dinner don't need money, or even if their wallet is not very full and their balance is not very considerable, they still want to come to dinner.

Nothing else.

"It's really delicious!"

"It's a pleasure to eat here. I feel like I've been eating pig food for more than half of my life."

"Food has given me the meaning of life. I have been promoted twice and raised three times in a year. What's the reason why I don't come to breakfast every morning?"

You have to eat. You can't eat without it.

Eating helps to strive for life, promotion and salary increase, marry Bai Fumei.

Yang Song added: "in order to give back to new and old customers, breakfast is not limited today. Until it is sold out, you can have another bowl for free, but don't waste."

The new and old diners were surprised.

"For the first time, brother song, you're going to treat!"

"Two bowls are OK, and three bowls can work."

"What happy event happened?"

Yang Song turned the world upside down with his handsome face: "no, I just want to make everyone happy."

Be happy now. He should be merciful when he posts a leave note later.

When some unscrupulous writers abandon the pit, they will be chased by the blade. The chef chooses to feed the diners before running away. He has a good conscience.

"Thank you, brother song!"

"Hehe, I don't know why. Brother song invited us all to drink soup with a kitchen knife in his hand."

"Stupid, SongGe has to cut vegetables."

Yang Song quickly filled the cooked pig miscellaneous with a large iron spoon, scalded and cooked it in the pig soup, repeated several times, put the milk soup into a bowl, half a bowl of soup and half a bowl of pig miscellaneous, sprinkle the dense scallion, drip sesame oil and pour Shanxi old vinegar.

A bowl of steaming pig soup with Jianghu flavor is ready.

Yang Song also specially prepared chili oil. Diners like it and can take it by themselves.

Today's weather is a little gloomy. It's very suitable for drinking a bowl of pig soup with pastry fire. People can't help sighing:

"The world is worth it!"

"I live to stutter."

"Comfortable!"

"It's very comfortable!"

Almost everyone asked for the second bowl. If the children didn't, they would be divided by unscrupulous adults. They couldn't finish it.

"I think pig miscellaneous soup is so delicious for the first time!"

"Brother song made this bowl of pig miscellaneous soup is not simple."

Crisp shredded belly, tender and smooth pig lung, unique pig liver, chewy hoof flower, tough large intestine

It tastes rich and mellow.

"Drink a bowl and forget your worries."

"Drink two bowls, I can kick Tesla into outer space."

"Stupid boss, if you have a meeting every day, I'll sprinkle soil in his coffee."

……

Yang Song's breakfast is always full of energy.

Gu Baiwei was happy and almost cried. The diners outside spent money. No one can only have another bowl.

You can cook for brother song for three bowls in a row, and Yang Song will cut them a fruit platter to eat.

There is no doubt that Yang Song casually made a fruit platter, and Gu Baiwei sighed while eating.

"The melon can still be cut like this. Sure enough, the delicious food will be more delicious if it is done well."

"I never knew that purple grapes and bananas match so well."

"This is apple sweet soup. How can it be so delicious?"

"Keep the sweetness of the apple. Make the apple flesh soft, waxy and slippery by stewing. Sure enough, add Tremella. What else? The sweetness is definitely not just Apple."

"There is still wine brewed plum meat. It's sour and sweet. It's exciting. It's really comfortable!"

Gu Baiwei went to find Yang Song after finishing the rich breakfast.

"What?" Yang Song was startled: "do you want to work in Baifeng pavilion?"

Gu Baiwei nodded yes.

Yang Song: "don't you go back to the capital?"

Gu's private dishes in the capital are not open? That's your own business. You're the boss. It's really good to betray yourself?

"Yes, I decided not to go back." Gu Baiwei is sure.

Yang Song said, "I heard your guests have booked your dishes for a long time, and they have paid for them."

There's nothing wrong. Gu Baiwei, a wayward man, has difficulty making an appointment for his dishes. He wants people to give money before eating.

In terms of ingredients, he has a lot of room to play freely.

Diners are often not allowed to make up the difference.

It's not bad for money.

In the most famous one, a guest paid for eating chicken. Gu Baiwei not only stewed chicken, but also sea cucumber and chopped lobster. Instead of making a profit, he also lost a lot.

Still didn't let diners make up the difference.

"Satisfied?"

"I'm so satisfied. The chef is really a famous chef in Beijing." Diners are paying.

Chef Gu was also very satisfied: "do you want to sit down for a while or choose to go? Do you need to serve a pot of tea?"

Diner: "how much more should I pay?"

"You paid, no more." Chef Gu has always been like this: "people who eat here eat cooking and taste delicious food. I say how much money is how much. It's a buy it now price. They don't bargain or raise the price."

The wayward chef came to Los Angeles.

"I will compensate them for their losses, or they can come to Los Angeles to eat if they like."

"Did the diners agree?" He noticed that chef Gu made several phone calls one after another.

"Yes." Gu Baiwei.

"They have no problem?"

"No, they all eat. They just change places."

It's not close from Beijing to Los Angeles.

Yang song suddenly said, "ask chef Gu why your diners are so obedient?"

It's like a diner in someone else's house.

Gu Baiwei: "I don't understand what you're talking about."

Yang Song probably explained the situation.

From the original snack car, no stalls, or late stalls.

"Someone will call me and urge me, and someone will run to my dormitory to find me."

"The most amazing thing is that once, I saw my name and all kinds of kebabs on the school lost and found bulletin board."

Some students thought Yang Song had eaten other people's kebabs.

"Now, in order not to let me ask for leave, they don't have a stationery store within three kilometers of baifengge. Even the former copy store has moved away."

It is no less difficult to find a piece of snow-white A4 paper near Baifeng Pavilion than to dig gold in situ.

Diners are so crazy.

Gu Baiwei thought for a few seconds and smiled: "brother song, you're too used to them. I opened a private restaurant every day. Some people were dissatisfied. Later, I opened one every week. Some people were dissatisfied. Hum, I often open one every month. On the contrary, no one is dissatisfied. They are busy competing for places and have no time to trouble me."

Yang Song: "you smile like a villain."