Chapter 1100

Yang Song obviously found that the style of the East-West canteen was completely different.

East canteen is not delicious. Is it delicious? It's still sunny after all.

In addition to the taste of the sun, the Western canteen is more of the taste of the underworld.

When Yang Song looked at it, he couldn't help but wonder, "how did I survive and thrive in such a canteen?"

Spicy eyes, spicy taste, even soul pain.

Yang Song doesn't intend that everyone can be taught. There are learning dregs everywhere.

The next day, Yang Song gave up without taking the initiative to participate in the training.

He doesn't even charge for teaching. What else do these people want?

When I went to Luoyang university to train the chef of the restaurant, Baifeng Pavilion could only temporarily give up business at noon.

The diners soon knew the reason and understood the heartache.

"Tomorrow is just the weekend. How about going to Luoda on the way?"

"Eat a school canteen by the way and recall the passing years."

"That makes sense!"

It's such a happy decision.

"Shall we go together at noon tomorrow?"

"OK, what time?"

"How about meeting you at the east gate of the University at eleven?"

"Deal!"

Kenjiro tsuri also knew, and Ichio Nozawa followed him.

They also met on the morning of Rhoda.

The kind of meeting on a narrow road.

"What are you doing here?" Kenjiro tsuri asked.

"Walking, morning exercise." Yoshio Nozawa also moved his wrist to prove that what he said was true.

"Hehe, the training ground is behind you. This is the way to the canteen." Tsuri Kenjiro still doesn't like the people of the noze family very much.

Hypocritical liar!

"Well, after exercise, go to the restaurant and have something to eat."

How natural?

"What are you doing here?" Yoshio Nozawa is worthy of Lao Jiang.

"Me!" Tsuri Kenjiro stared at the old man opposite, suddenly sneered and said, "I'm looking for brother song!"

He is absolutely not hypocritical.

"What do you want to do with Yang Song?" Yoshio Nozawa is still old-fashioned.

"What do you care? There are breakfast sellers at the gate of the school. You can eat there."

"No, I'll go to the East Restaurant."

Yang Song is in the East Restaurant.

He steamed new steamed stuffed buns this morning and boiled peanut porridge and sour plum soup, which were directly sold to Shen Huaizhao and Meng Shihan.

I went to Luoda and pointed out several breakfast windows on the spot.

"Breakfast is the most significant sign of everyone's new day. We must pay attention to it. Your breakfast is very skilled. Practice makes perfect. This is very good. The short board is also obvious, that is, the requirements for ingredients are too low and there is no pursuit for taste."

Yang Song also drew their bills.

Some people are still unconvinced.

"We make a canteen in the University. We can't afford any good ingredients."

"Students come to buy it every day, and no one says anything."

Yang Song had long expected each other's psychology.

"Students come to buy every day, and fewer people come every day. Don't you find that there are more and more steamed buns left? I guess you've steamed much less than before."

They stopped talking, the students who came to eat became better and better, and half of the steamers were sold.

Other restaurants raise their prices as prices rise. They dare not raise their prices. If they can't sell out at night, they have to lower their prices.

Yang Song turned over their purchase order: "at this price, you should buy better ingredients here, at least two specifications higher than what you buy now."

The person in the canteen was embarrassed: "impossible? Chef Yang, don't fool us."

"The price is no problem. We went to the market to inquire. The wholesale prices given to us by vegetable dealers are cheaper."

Yang Song was helpless: "although it is not a suburb, it is also close to the suburb. Outside the city are vegetable bases and vegetable gardens of vegetable farmers. If you transport them to the university to buy vegetables, you can save postage and save time. You are also a large number of long-term customers. You are the favorite customers of vegetable farmers and merchants. You are simply VIP."

"It's a VIP. You enjoy the treatment. No, you don't enjoy the treatment at all."

Under the dull eyes of the canteen people, Yang Song dropped the heavy hammer.

"You've been hacked, and you've been hacked miserably. You bought bad ingredients at that expensive price."

Yang Song lamented: "a group of simple people."

"As long as the demand is not particularly large, try not to order vegetables from vegetable dealers for a long time, and enter into long-term cooperative relations with two or three vegetable farmers."

Vegetable farmers are more honest than vegetable traders, and their prices are definitely lower than those of vegetable traders.

With such long-term customers as the university canteen, the vegetable farmers know that they have more than one supplier and will certainly not send too bad ingredients.

Yang song called Wen Jiu and he immediately came in a tricycle.

"Feel at ease. Brother song says hello and will definitely give you the best and cheapest dishes."

"Come on, you see, when our price is calculated as a whole, you can save 128 yuan and 70 cents a day." Wenjiu made a list: "wait until the afternoon when the vegetable farmer sent the vegetables. You can see the situation and then decide whether or not. If the dishes are not satisfied, I'll let someone take them away immediately."

Wenjiu has a wide range of contacts in this regard. In Los Angeles, there are no vegetable dealers and farmers he doesn't know.

It's clear what kind of vegetables are planted in the foreign vegetable garden, how they grow, how vegetable farmers are, and how they warm wine.

He dares to bet: "pay if you are satisfied, and charge if you are not satisfied."

I forgot to explain. Wenjiu is the boss of Xiangyang vegetable market.

Yang Song didn't know until today.

He deserves to be a diner of Baifeng Pavilion. He is indeed a man standing at the top of all fields.

Yang song called warm wine when he had a phone call.

Warm wine is interesting.

Yang Song thought he had to prepare something: "have you eaten? Are you hungry?"

Now it's past breakfast time. Wenjiu had steamed stuffed buns and peanut soup in Baifeng Pavilion as early as now.

"After eating, I'm hungry again. I'm consuming fast." Wenjiu smiled sincerely.

Yang Song looked at the ingredients at hand: "there is no special material. How about making an egg filling cake for you?"

"Thank you, brother song! I like egg pancakes best!"

Hehe, man.

Today, the diners who had dinner with Wen wine in Baifeng Pavilion heard it. The goods clearly said that he liked steamed stuffed buns for breakfast best.

And, although it was his first time to drink peanut soup today, he found that he really liked peanut soup.

Peanut soup goes well with steamed stuffed buns.

A man's mouth, a liar's ghost.

Yang Song mixed the batter and spread it on the iron plate. He explained: "without mung bean powder, it may affect the taste, but this flour is good. You can eat a different taste from the store."

Warm wine stood in front of the stove and stared at the egg cake that belonged to him.

"How many eggs do you like to pour?" Yang Song said and added, "two tastes good, but I think you're very hungry. The pie is relatively large. You can try putting three."

"I like to put three." Wenjiu Wenbo, as a man who owns a vegetable market, behaves like a baby in front of Yang Song.

Yang Song decisively knocked three eggs, poured them into the pancake, crushed them, sprinkled with scallions, turned over, and the cake became.

"The soybean paste was made before. You caught it very skillfully. Brush this on the egg filling cake. The taste is very unique."

Yang Song personally pickled mushroom, beef and soya bean sauce, combined with hot egg cakes, the fragrance was instantly stimulated.

Gudong——

A simultaneous swallowing of saliva.