Chapter 1143

"Go by yourself. He just needs some private space. What are you doing?" Meng Shihan didn't care about it.

"What's going on? You don't seem surprised." Chen Ming is very sharp.

"Well, my big tree said hello to me before going out." Meng Shihan said leisurely.

Chen Ming gritted his teeth: "sure enough, for brother song, women are more important than brothers."

Meng Shihan successfully obtained a sweep of the palace.

"Do you have an opinion?"

Unwilling Chen Ming, his heart crossed and his head twisted: "no problem."

He was also afraid of being kicked by Meng Shihan.

"Don't worry, Dashu told me to invite some of our old friends to dinner tomorrow. It's right here. We'll have a luxurious meal!"

"Really?" Chen Ming was instantly happy.

"Really."

Chen Ming was appeased.

Meng Shihan went to kiss his brother's ear again: "explain to me later. What is regret? What are you regretting? What's there? Explain it to me. Otherwise, you'll wash the dishes in the back kitchen tomorrow and don't have to come out."

"My brother-in-law won't have the heart." Meng Shijia knows that Yang Song is actually very soft hearted and takes good care of his brother-in-law, so he is not afraid.

Meng Shihan punished Meng Shijia several times, but Yang Song quietly stuffed Meng Shijia with delicious food.

"I'm not afraid of you." He can hide in the back kitchen and steal vegetables tomorrow. "My brother-in-law won't ignore me."

"Then I don't recognize you." Meng Shihan weighed his brother and felt that if he threw his foot out, his brother would not only fly, but also be directly abandoned: "it's good to have a little brother-in-law."

Meng Shijia, who is always in trouble, didn't expect her sister to have such a trick of refusing to admit her six relatives.

"Sister, I'm wrong." He knew that Yang Song wanted to see him on the premise that he was Meng Shihan's brother.

If he is not, the delicious food of Baifeng Pavilion will basically say goodbye to him in the future.

How can this work?

"Just know it's wrong."

Meng Shihan gave Chen Ming a list: "these are all our old friends. Yang Song's banquet is to thank our friends. We get together. There are 32 people in total. Check again at noon to see who can't come. Invite them as much as possible."

"OK, I understand."

The people on the list are very familiar. Chen Ming knows all of them. They are really friends in the same group on wechat.

Since there is a banquet to be held, it is natural to determine the number of people to attend the banquet.

"You can invite more. Our villa doesn't fit. It can fit."

Since he is thanking his old friends for their help and giving back, Chen Ming thinks it should be bigger.

"The thirty-two people can bring family or friends. Grandparents, grandparents, parents, husbands, wives or children can come. Only one friend can be invited."

They are close relatives.

"That's a lot of people."

"It is estimated that 80 or 90 people will come. We have to confirm the tableware. I suggest you start checking from the morning."

"OK, let Shijia help."

"He must help you."

Meng Shijia was arranged.

He himself has no right to speak and can only accept arrangements and obey orders.

Yang Song didn't go back to the villa, nor was he in Baifeng Pavilion. He lived in a hotel.

This hotel is also the site of Chen Ming's father Chen Dahai and also has Yang Song's shares.

Mediterranean decoration style, very casual and relaxed. This is Yang Song's exclusive private room.

It used to be empty.

Or Chen Dahai told Yang Song: "even if a small hotel is a big hotel like this, it is necessary to reserve a private room for yourself, have a meeting, make some secret arrangements, or come to relax and change your mood."

It turns out that in every city, as long as there are five-star hotels of Chen's group, there are private private rooms of the boss.

They are rich people who can really play.

Yang Song was surprised to hear that.

Chen Dahai directly told him: "our Chen family has five-star hotels in 21 cities across the country, including my long-term private rooms and yours."

"I still have my own comfortable room when I go out to do business."

Chen Ming also has.

Yang Song has it now.

Once upon a time, Yang Song only felt incredible and wasteful. Now he wants to close Baifeng Pavilion for a day and go out quietly to set up a snack car.

"It's very convenient."

Private private private room. Yang Song rests in it without anyone disturbing him.

After waking up, there is a gym in the room.

Yang Song finished exercising and breakfast was delivered.

It tastes OK.

Yang Song had dinner and didn't plan to go out. He was unwilling to continue to eat Hotel meals at noon.

Simply get into the space, stew a pot of soup and knead the noodles.

I'm going to have ribs Ramen later.

No matter how advanced the five-star room is, it won't arrange a kitchen for him.

Yang song feels a little inconvenient.

He didn't come out of the space at all. He found a bedroom to sleep in the castle.

The consumed physical strength needs to be compensated by sleep.

After a long sleep in the space, Yang Song was very satisfied. After eating ribs and ramen, he came out of the space and just heard the doorbell.

He went to open the door at once.

"Mr. Yang, you are in the room." The waiter thought he was not in the room and knocked twice.

"I just fell asleep. I'm sleepy."

So I slept heavily and didn't hear the door bell.

"What's up?"

"It's all right, but you didn't order lunch at noon. Dong Chen told us to pay attention to your body. He said you were too tired before."

Yang Song understood that Lao Chen was worried that he was tired and fainted, and no one found out.

"I'm fine." Yang Song looked at the time and found that it was almost four o'clock.

"I'll pack up my things and leave later. Don't disturb Uncle Chen. Say hello to him for me." Yang Song is very worried.

"OK, I wish you a happy life."

Yang Song immediately went back to take a combat bath, changed his clothes and went out with his backpack.

He turned left and right and entered the alley, the kind of alley without monitoring.

In less than three minutes, Yang Song pushed a snack cart and appeared, walking to the vegetable market.

There are many vegetable markets in Los Angeles.

Yang Song has also been to many large vegetable markets. The only one he has never been to is the freshest vegetable market.

He is going to set up a stall to sell barbecue in the vegetable market today.

Most food markets have all kinds of snacks and fast food restaurants.

There are also several barbecue shops.

Yang Song chose here because it is convenient to get materials.

He does not intend to use the ingredients provided by the system this time, and the price of kebabs will not be as high as before.

"Good quality and low price, feedback to new and old customers, local materials, vegetarian kebabs for five yuan and meat kebabs for ten yuan."

Yang Song's microblog was sent out, which had an earth shattering effect.

"Brother song, are you crazy?"

"Even if you use local materials, the price is too cheap."

"Brother song, call brother song. Where the hell are you?"

"Search the whole city for brother song!"

"Friends, everyone move and be sure to find brother song!"

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