Chapter 887

"Well, joke, how do you prove it?" Zhou Yuanqi laughed wildly and disdainfully.

It is precisely because Yang Song did not bribe the judges that it is more difficult for him to prove his innocence.

There is no trace until you have done it. There is no trace if you have not done it.

Zhou Yuanqi praised his wit.

Yang Song didn't pay any attention to him at all. Instead, he went to the center of the challenge arena and first gave Meng Shihan a reassuring look. Then he said with a smile: "since the opening of Baifeng Pavilion, it has been loved by new and old customers. I thank you very much. Today I want to do one thing, not only to give back to you, but also to prove the truth."

Chen Ming said: "I always feel that if brother song wants to do something, it's still a big deal."

Shen Huaizhao also said, "I feel it, too."

"It's a hot roast bamboo rat. It's sold at a low price. It's one hundred yuan, limited to two thousand, and each person is limited to two. It's only one day, and it's not waiting to be out of date." Yang Songlang said.

"Are you crazy? The small bamboo mouse sold for 100 yuan and said to give back to new and old customers. Don't you say you ate it in baifengge? How do they sell their roast bamboo mice? I think the boss is taking the opportunity to kill people? " The man in leather has just finished expressing his opinion, and the brother standing beside him has disappeared.

"The bamboo rats roasted by SongGe, the bamboo rats roasted by hand, one hundred and one. It's a big bargain. Grab it!"

"Two thousand, if you don't rob them, maybe you won't be able to eat them tomorrow."

"The second egg with a question mark on its head, don't you like brother song's roast bamboo rat? Let's talk about it. You come and line up with me. If you buy a bamboo rat, you give it all to me. I'll pay you to line up. How about two hundred and fifty yuan? "

"Haven't you ever eaten baifengge? The line is faster than me

"It's because I haven't eaten it that I want to taste it."

"I'm not that bunch of idiots. I just smelled the bamboo rat of SongGe. I have to eat it."

"Not bad for money!"

……

Meng Shihan and Shen Huaizhao collect money and issue tickets in front of the challenge arena. Chen Ming delivers the raw materials to the challenge arena in time. Yang Song sets out to sell 2000 roasted bamboo mice.

No one noticed that Zhang Dashan and others were no longer sitting on the judges' table. If you look carefully, you can find five of them in the team who shot the growing dragon.

LV Yue has been very silent. He stares at Yang Song tightly. Since he began to deal with the bamboo mouse, his eyes didn't blink.

"I don't believe in bamboo mice. You can do better than me!"

In Yang Song's eyes and heart, there are only bamboo mice, not LV Yue.

It took him less than half an hour to bake the first batch of bamboo mice, and fifty of them were baked at a time.

"Fragrant, fragrant!"

"Fragrant and oily, but not greasy at all. How did you do it?"

"It's a faint fragrance of plum. It turns out it's plum, and it's not just plum."

"Don't talk, just taste it."

……

The first 50 people wheezed and ate up the bamboo mouse, and they all looked at the plate very neatly.

"Why not?"

"I eat very carefully, very small mouth."

"Is it someone who steals my bamboo rat meat while I just close my eyes and savor it?"

"The people nearby are suspicious."

"Everyone seems to think so."

"Why is it cool behind?"

The first person to eat the roasted bamboo rat was surrounded by a strong and dark resentment.

"Why are you so intoxicated and addicted one by one?"

"I don't know how hard we've all been watching?"

"Go and get me a bucket. I'll take the water."

Yang Song conquered these 50 people. They looked at Yang Song crazily, as if they were looking at their idols.

"Second batch, OK!"

It's faster this time!

Pickling can be carried out at the same time, Yangsong only need to barbecue in batches.

Bake 50 at a time. It's just experience.

In such a process, it is difficult not to make progress.

Quantitative change is a powerful way to achieve qualitative change.

"The front fifty, you have already finished eating, hurry to make room for us."

"Even if you look at the plate in front of you, it's empty."

To serve, the first group of 50 people no matter how unwilling, or to leave.

The fifty people on the new roof took a deep breath in front of the red, burnt, fragrant and beautiful roasted bamboo rat.

This tone circulates in the Dantian.

"Refreshing

Eat!

Once they started eating, the diners found that Zhang Dashan's five judges really had great perseverance.

They were in the mood to comment on such a delicious roast bamboo rat when they first ate it.

Although only a few words.

After all, open to eat, the real delicious food into the mouth, dancing on the tip of the tongue.

Who else wants to talk?

The first group of diners said, "I grow my mouth to eat delicious food and talk about it. The biggest meaning is to let me tell you how delicious the food I just ate is. The poor language of human beings can't describe it at all."

Humanity without food: "brag."

Soon, the second group of diners were finished.

"How's it going? What's the taste like? Will it just smell good, but it doesn't taste good? "

The second group of diners nodded and shook their heads, but no one spoke.

"What the hell are you doing? Dumb? "

"Is bamboo rat meat poisonous?"

The second group of diners took out their mobile phones to type and showed them to the people around them: "don't want me to talk, I want to keep the last delicious food in my mouth."

great!

"Third batch, serve!" Yang Song is very busy. LV Yue, who is standing on one side, looks at him in a frightened way.

"He, he serves more and more quickly

According to LV Yue's eyesight, he can naturally tell that Yang Song's efficiency has been improved, but the bamboo rats he baked are not discounted.

"The smell is still so fragrant, the fire is very good!"

Yang Song has forgotten himself

Roasted bamboo rat, roasted bamboo rat, roasted bamboo rat

Earn tickets.

After 500 bamboo rats were roasted continuously under high pressure, Yang Song changed from 50 to 80.

There are not enough tables and chairs in Baifeng Pavilion.

"Go to the supermarket next to you. Hurry up and give the price to the people in the supermarket. Let them send it to you and set it up!" Meng Shihan made a quick decision.

Eighty people eat bamboo mice together, and their voices are heard all the time.

"On the spot, it's still 80 people. It's a magnificent scene. It's shocking!"

After 1300 bamboo mice, Yang Song asked for more grills.

"I'll bake a hundred at a time." Yang Song said excitedly.

It's so good. It's so good.

Just like Wu Song drinking 18 bowls of wine before he went to Jingyanggang to fight tiger, it stimulated his heart.

Shen Huaizhao whispered: "sister, is it too risky to bake one hundred at a time?"

After all, roast bamboo rat is not roast gluten.

Meng Shihan looked at the red faced Yang Song and said, "contact the shopping mall to deliver the best. In addition, tables, chairs and benches need to be added."

It's a woman worthy of being a big man. It's bold.