Chapter 1132

"It seems true. I had a big bowl of beef noodles before and wanted to share a delicious video with her. She didn't want to." Chen Mingdao.

Meng Shijia flipped his cell phone: "did she reply to your message? Why didn't she reply to me?"

This doesn't explain.

It can only be said that Meng Shijia is not Shen Huaizhao's cup of coffee.

"Secret." Meng Shihan said, "don't ask big men about girls."

Meng Shihan knows what's going on. It shows that Shen Huaizhao is fine, and Yang Song doesn't tangle.

"Are you free to have a fish feast this evening? Do you want to try it together?" Yang song suddenly said.

Chen Ming's heart is breaking.

"Call brother Wenwu, their sweet family and brother Wenjiu together. There are so many people."

What is joy and sorrow?

What do you mean the duck that gets it flies again?

What does it mean to be a man rather than a God?

In just a few seconds, Chen Ming's world is not beautiful.

"Brother song, I asked. They all said they would come."

"Brother Wenjiu and his two brothers said they would come right away."

Yang Song added, "there's Baiwei. He's too tired these two days. I let him go back and have a rest. I don't know how he's recovering. I'll call him and let him come."

"After heavy fatigue, it's not suitable to eat raw fish, is it?" Chen Ming is still struggling.

I thought I could eat one more person, but now there are so many people.

Yang Song even plans to call more people.

How can this work?

Chen Ming only ate two bowls of noodles, six strings of mutton and a cup of yellow peel lemon fruit tea at noon for the fish feast this evening.

I only ate seven minutes full, and even stood for 15 minutes after dinner. I just want to eat more tonight for good digestion.

There's no need to eat more now.

"Brother song, if you call again, I may starve to death at the banquet table tonight."

It's not enough.

Yang song always doubts whether Chen Ming is the son of the richest man in Los Angeles.

"Isn't your father rich? Aren't you rich, too?"

"Haven't you seen a lot of the world?"

"Why does it look like a starving ghost every time?"

Very serious, very serious memories.

"Chen Ming, brother, I find that you don't seem to be full in my memory."

The shareholder of Baifeng Pavilion and the friend of famous chef Yang Song often don't know what satiety is.

"Brother song, you finally found out. I'm too bitter, sobbing..."

Bitter meat meter, obviously bitter meat meter.

"Stop crying." Yang Song advised.

Chen Ming thought, "my brother song loves me."

"Crying is too fake." Yang Song lifted Chen Ming with one hand: "you're fat again."

"I said you ate a lot every time and gained weight. Unexpectedly, you told me you weren't full."

That's great.

The only explanation is that Chen Ming's stomach has been growing.

He has come a long way on the way to eat.

In Baifeng Pavilion, Chen Ming's bowl is three times larger than Meng Shijia's bowl.

Yang Song once doubted whether Chen Ming was ill.

I think too much.

"Brother song, you're right, but what if there's not enough food tonight? I'm hungry."

He looked at these people who robbed food, and he was dizzy with hunger.

It's so sad.

Before you start eating, you can imagine that you are very hungry after the end.

Meng Wan is a little embarrassed, and the warm wine on the other end of the mobile phone is also a little embarrassed.

Liu Haoran, who had just entered the door, couldn't help being embarrassed.

It seems that all of them are the culprit for Chen Ming's lack of food.

Well, now living in Los Angeles, what if the son of the richest man doesn't have enough to eat? Online, etc.

Yang Songqi gives Chen Ming a brain collapse.

"When there are more people, I will add vegetables."

What does this guy look like?

What a shame.

"How much?" Chen Ming has pushed an inch.

"Don't worry, you will be satisfied by then." Yang Song began to dislike his shareholders.

Chen Ming is not aware of this.

Yang Song added, "it's closed tonight. We can eat early."

"Eat early, it means you can eat for a long time." Chen Ming knows Yang Song's work and rest very well. He knows that as long as there are no big things, he will never stay up late.

"Starting tomorrow, for a period of three days, all the dishes in Baifeng pavilion are open. Except for a few dishes that need to be reserved, there are no restrictions on other dishes. Everyone orders casually. The cake is turned into takeout. It's hard for Wenwu brother to find someone to deliver it."

Chen Ming was excited: "my father and my mother like cake very much. Brother song, I want to make an appointment for three."

Yang Song: "forget it. With your ID card, everyone can only make an appointment for a small cake, about three inches. Two people can make an appointment for six inches and three people can make an appointment for eight inches. Everyone can only make an appointment for this activity once. They can get it with their ID card. They can't waste it or use it for commercial activities. If they don't comply with the regulations, they can pull a blacklist, that's all."

Liu Haoran said, "brother song, although I like you very much, you don't limit the number, but there are so many diners in Baifeng Pavilion. Can you make it in case of tens of thousands of cakes?"

"I can't do it." Yang Song said, "even if Baiwei helps us tomorrow, we can only make 128 cakes under the condition of ensuring business."

This is the limit.

"No, I have to think of a new way."

Booking is not enough. Even if baifengge cake is not cheap, there are more rich people in the world.

"I think of a way." Yang Song immediately called Li Jinxiu and Li Yaoyao. "I need a round table ten meters in diameter, heavy wood, do you have it?"

Li Yaoyao answered the phone: "well, when do you want it?"

"I'll have to use it at nine o'clock tomorrow morning." Yang Song added, "I can arrange someone to pull the goods."

"In such a hurry? There's no time to do it." Li Yaoyao asks Li Jinxiu to answer the phone.

"What do you want a heavy wooden table for?"

Heavy wood tables are made of good wood. Real old wood is rare in the market. Only some people's old furniture can have one or two pieces.

This kind of table is very heavy, which is not in line with the market of modern people, but the heavy wood table is very durable and has good texture. The longer it is used, the more beautiful it will be.

A table can last at least a hundred years.

It is the real darling of furniture lovers.

"It's ten meters in diameter. There's one in my family. It's made by my grandfather. It's been put away for many years. We cherish it very much."

It's all antiques.

Yang Song also said, "tomorrow Baifeng Pavilion is open all day. I plan to use a large table to hold cakes with a diameter of 9 meters. I will make beautiful and delicious cakes. I can't show them without a good table."

"In the next three days, if you and your sister are free, please come and have a try."

"Not only cake, but also other desserts. The first day is cake, the second day is thousand layer cake, and I haven't thought about the third day."

Yang Song also knows that other people's tables are precious and is willing to accept supervision.

The photo album Li sisters showed him last time had a heavy wooden table, which was very beautiful, but the photo album had a square table, which was not very big.

He called for help just to take a chance.

"If it's inconvenient, it's nothing. I still hope you can come and try our new dishes in Baifeng Pavilion."

"When will you come and take it away?" Li Jinxiu agreed.

Yang Song was stunned and understood what she meant: "at nine o'clock this evening, there will be no traffic jam at that time. I'll take people and cars there. And thank you. Thank you very much."

"You're welcome." Li Jinxiu is still the fairy sister with the fairy spirit. She comes out of the family heirloom, and her attitude is still as light as chrysanthemum.

"Is this the legendary lady's temperament?" Yang Song thought it was beautiful and whistled.