Chapter 1283

It's a cold morning and a weekend. According to custom, there shouldn't be many pedestrians on satisfactory street.

Yang Song heard dense footsteps.

A lot of people are coming this way.

"Chef Yang, are you okay?"

It's Shen new year. They're here, Gao Ziang, Tian Heng, Ma Yongqi, and even Li Hui of TV station.

Some people know Yang Song, some people don't know Yang Song. They look familiar.

All his diners.

"Yang Chu, as the saying goes, wood shows in the forest and the wind will destroy it. You are too excellent. Those demons and monsters have evil intentions. Don't be afraid. We'll show you. No demons and ghosts can come to trouble you."

"Don't take what the Internet spray says seriously."

"We have called the police and can't allow those artificial rumors."

"Wu Tian is a bad artist. I've reported to the director. The official announcement will come out soon. We must give Yang Chu an innocence. At the same time, our TV station will put Wu Tian on the blacklist."

"The big V in the school has also been contacted. We will protect you, brother song."

"In reality and on the Internet, we won't let people bully you!"

This is mo Chou. There is no confidant in the future. No one in the world knows you.

Both old friends and new friends now trust Yang song very much.

Yang Song smiled and said, "I've heard that winter in Northeast China is very cold. How do I think we're very warm here?"

Noble looked at everything in front of him with joy.

Although he is a child, he can feel the kindness of the people around him, frank and enthusiastic.

Such feelings sprouted in the noble heart.

"I must be such a person in the future."

Yang Song told everyone that the matter on the Internet had been solved.

Good people have good results, bad people have his end.

"I'm in a good mood today. Shall I make hot pot for you?" Yang Songdao.

Where does anyone not want to?

Yang Song personally fried the hot pot bottom and made soup.

There has always been the old soup stored by Yang Song in the space, which is delicious, fragrant, nutritious and healthy, which is the black technology of the space.

Wu Chuang drove a big truck and sent two huge hotpots.

There are two hot pots with a diameter of 12 meters and the bottom of mandarin duck pot.

Spicy butter, chicken mushroom soup, fish pot, golden soup and fat cattle. It takes a lot of effort to add the bottom of the pot alone.

Fortunately, many people eat and many people do it.

Yang Song prepared the bottom of the pot, and three fresh-keeping trucks came to Yuanyuan street to transport the ingredients in.

Everyone couldn't help feeling:

"It's really the first time I've seen that eating hot pot requires such a large truck to transport food materials."

"Three big trucks! The body is five meters long."

"Can we finish eating?"

Yang Song said, "one car is seafood, one car is mushrooms and other mountain treasures, and one car is vegetables. Let's eat. Don't be afraid. Today the whole audience is free, enough!"

The food is boiling.

"Thank you, brother song!"

"Brother song is atmospheric!"

Others worry: "it will cost a lot of money?"

Yang Song said loudly, "it doesn't matter. Being a man is to be happy! Everyone eats happily, and the money is worth it!"

He doesn't need money anyway.

People who don't need money don't spend as much as Yang Song.

Yang Song also has a large fan base in the northeast.

Everyone immediately sent a message: "brother song, please eat hot pot!"

You don't even have to come quickly.

A group of people who had been tucked in bed, stayed in Internet cafes, and even sat in the office. In short, the food in every corner was summoned by God and came to Yuanman street by every means.

"What daydreams do you have in the morning? Eating hot pot is the king!"

"What's the game? Chef Yang finally cooked hot pot. I knew he could cook hot pot. Ha ha!"

"Often at this time, I feel that the company is my own and the boss is me. What a pleasant thing. You work well and I go to eat hot pot."

"Mom, can we not do our homework this morning? Let's eat hot pot first, and when we come back, I promise to recite the rest of the ancient poems, and then finish two math papers. I won't watch cartoons today."

"Girl, you're on a blind date. Your father and I went to Yang kitchen to have hot pot."

They're all born.

Wu Chuang later brought two big copper pots.

Although there were only three trucks transporting food materials, they walked back and forth seven or eight times.

At the beginning, someone asked, "Chef Yang, there are so many ingredients left to eat. Why did you transport them again?"

Yang Song: "only seafood and vegetarian dishes. What's that called hot pot?"

"And a truck of beef, a full twelve cows."

The crowd was shocked: "is it all about the head to eat cattle now?"

Yang Song: "what's this? There's also a cart of mutton. There are 26 heads."

"So much?"

Yang Song, look at you, kind northeast people.

"Not much. Everyone's happiness is the most important."

"And a cart of geese, stewed geese in hot pot!"

Everyone: "

"We really don't know what to say."

But Yang Song also asked them, "do you want another car of river delicacies?"

"No, no, no, Yang Chu. We'll have good seafood."

Yang Song nodded: "two more carts of seafood!"

"We didn't mean that."

"What does that mean?" Yang Song doesn't understand: "two cars are not enough? It doesn't matter. Three cars and five cars are nothing. The most important thing is to be happy."

"Enough seafood." Just say it. Don't be euphemistic.

Yang Song waved his hand: "not enough. I know and know your appetite. Besides, there are many people. I Yang Song invited everyone to eat hot pot. How can we not be full?"

"It's absolutely impossible not to eat enough."

"Don't think too much. I have enough ingredients." Yang Song added, "you can't just eat hot pot. I'll call a few more carts of fruit."

How can you eat hot pot without fruit?

"No!"

Fruit is too expensive in ice and snow.

Everyone is worried about Yang Song's family.

"Don't worry, what fruit do you like to eat?"

A group of people shook their heads.

"Apple, watermelon, big pear, Hami melon, grapefruit, banana, dragon fruit..."

People still shake their heads?

"Are there too many kinds to choose?" Yang Song knows that most people have selection difficulties: "let's pull it. If we really see it, we will know what we want to eat."

Several more carts of fruit were pulled in.

Wu Chuang took the time to sigh with his boss: "did you find that I am a lot happier?"

These ingredients were obtained from space. Without Wu Chuang, Yang Song released them out of thin air.

I don't know whether it will be regarded as a fairy or a monster.

There are too many ingredients. Yang Song has only one. He has to add some hot pot seasoning.

The cleaning ingredients were handed over to the diners.

We work together to repair crabs, dismantle shrimp lines, clean up abalone, pick vegetables and wash vegetables. In addition to cleaning mushrooms, we also need to cut a few knives.

The whole street came with their own kitchen knives and fruit knives.

No way, the kitchen knife is not enough.

Too many people come to eat hot pot.

Division of labor and cooperation, this wave of people sorted out the ingredients, and the people over there ate. After an hour, everyone changed their identity.

The new diners washed their hands and joined in.