Chapter 1138

"We'd better save money. Isn't it good to buy a house and a car?" Yang Song still has to be advised.

Let these people eat again. Yang Song thinks either they die or he dies.

He was so good at eating that he underestimated how strong his stomach was.

Mr. Lu Xun once said that time is like water in a sponge. As long as you are willing to squeeze it, you still need it.

There is always a place for the stomach of Baifeng Pavilion as long as it is willing to squeeze.

In order to eat more, a group of eaters crowded the surrounding gym.

The gym owner pressed the computer, smiled and wrinkled his face. If he put it into the steamer, he can be steamed as a steamed stuffed bun.

Yang Song has to be busy cooking, so he can only explain to Chen Ming.

"Can dissuade one is one, add food to you in the evening."

Chen Ming and others persuaded from morning to noon. Leng failed to succeed. They were almost rebelled.

"Don't stop me. Do you know how long I've wanted to eat squirrel mandarin fish? I haven't won a prize since I had this dish!"

"Go away, don't persuade me, you can't stop me."

"Do you know that I dream that Baifeng Pavilion can order without restrictions. I've been waiting too long this day, and no one can stop my desire for delicious food."

"Go away, I don't want rational consumption, I want wildness."

"Tell your boss to mind his own business."

"Don't let me eat. I work hard and make money?"

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Meng Shijia tried hard for a long time. He was stunned that he couldn't persuade one or none.

This means that tonight's food may become a cloud.

At this time, Meng Shijia found Su Cheng.

Looking soft and weak, I'm bookish and wearing small glasses. I should still be in school.

It's good to go to school. Meng Shijia has the impression that he was at school when he was the poorest.

His father threw him into a closed school, filled his meal card, and gave him 100 yuan a month.

He was really poor at that time and almost went to pick up junk.

"Brother, you just had three shrimp noodles, didn't you?"

"Yes, it's delicious. I'd like another one."

"No, we have rules here." Meng Shijia smiled and looked warm and kind.

"I can add money."

"It's not easy to add money. That's the rule." Meng Shijia added, "is the three shrimp noodles really delicious? Do you need aftertaste?"

"Yes, it has a long aftertaste. I think I can dream when I sleep tonight."

"Then go back to bed. Please be early tomorrow."

"Are you in a hurry?"

"No, I just want to remind you to spend rationally. Although we are worth our money, the price is still a little expensive."

In order to persuade guests to eat less, they can even beat themselves in the face.

That's amazing.

"No, I want five more mutton kebabs, six Beef Kebabs, seven baked glutens and a bowl of assorted sweet soup."

Meng Shijia, who thought he met a poor student, "can you eat?"

He'll never be stupid to ask if you can afford it?

Customers are God, even the gods of Baifeng Pavilion. They can eat too much.

Su Cheng's research project is very successful, and he can get the project bonus. In addition, his previous research results are used in relevant companies, and he gets a lot of dividends every year.

He is not short of money.

"Well, I can eat it, and I think the food in Baifeng Pavilion is not worth it, but worth it. Now it's 50% off. It's too cheap. I have to eat more." Su Cheng said sincerely.

The development trend of the plot is completely different from what Meng Shijia thought.

"I think it's your first time to Baifeng Pavilion. You only ate our three shrimp noodles. Are you sure you want so many kebabs? What if it doesn't suit your taste?"

Su Cheng took out his mobile phone and said, "I just checked the strategy. The roasted string here is the beginning of the boss's fortune. All the guests give praise, and there are several middle reviews. All the bosses don't go out on time. It all depends on luck to eat the string."

So he must try it.

"Then you can order one string at a time. There's no need to order so many at once." Meng Shijia made persistent efforts.

"No, I smell it and see it. It's hard to make such a kebab delicious." Su Cheng said, "give me another glass of beer. I also want peanuts and soybeans. I see them on the cold dishes."

"Wait a minute, I'd like another spicy diced chicken."

"Aren't you from the south? Why do you like spicy chicken? Spicy chicken is very hot."

"But I went to school in Los Angeles for many years."

People in Los Angeles can eat spicy food. Of course, as long as the people standing opposite are not from Sichuan, they can say so.

Meng Shijia feels a little compensated. The more he persuades, the more Su Cheng points.

"Have you finished eating so much? We don't allow packing here. We must finish eating. If we can't finish eating, we'll be blacklisted. Are you sure?"

This is the last effort, the last stubbornness.

"It's all right. I'm working overtime to test and live on milk for three consecutive days. This is a little fun. I've just started."

"Just a moment, please. The dishes will come up soon." Meng Shijia gave up.

Chen Ming advised the white bearded old man: "you really can't drink any more. I know that our Shixiang wine is good to drink, and we also know that there are ten kinds of Shixiang wine. Today there is an unlimited supply, but you really can't drink any more. I've called your grandson and he'll come right away."

The old man's surname is Hu. He is a veteran. He is a hero. He has said nothing. He has been exercising for so many years. He is in good health. When he is old, he has become an old urchin. No one will listen.

Neither of the two sons dared to persuade him more. Mr. Hu lost his temper: "if I'm wordy, I won't go to the hospital for physical examination next week, and I won't go in the future."

Chen Ming can only call his grandson who is in cram school.

A 13-year-old boy, carrying a schoolbag and holding a basketball, came wheezing.

"Grandpa, didn't you agree to play basketball with me?"

Grandpa Hu immediately stopped shouting and drinking: "let's go and play basketball!"

The old man was led away by his grandson, leaving his tall son looking at him.

There are countless old people in China. Their sons are picked up and their grandchildren are pro.

Zhang Xiaoyang is persuading a pair of sisters: "two beauties, I know you can eat, but we really don't order 200 mutton kebabs at one time."

"Who makes you say we can't finish it? It's unbearable to doubt our strength."

"Can't I be wrong?"

"Don't get out of the way when you know it's wrong?"

"It's crazy to eat two hundred mutton kebabs and drink beer at one time. Besides, you also ate drunken crab, drunken shrimp, hibiscus egg soup, Babao duck and soy sauce chicken."

Not to mention whether they can finish eating, they really dare to finish eating. It is estimated that they can be sent directly to the hospital.

Gastric lavage is their fate.

"Don't worry, it's almost the end of the month. The hospital is not busy these days. There's no need to queue up for gastric lavage."

"Two beauties, you know your way very well."

"Of course, if you like to eat and keep fit, you must know how to wash your stomach."

The boys were stunned.

Zhang Xiaoyang couldn't stop him, but Yang song came forward.