‘Administrator Zhou Fei: Boss Chen, Wang Xiongxin and I have ten minutes to arrive at the store! By the way, this group was created by me last night. How about it? Are you still satisfied?’

‘Boss Chen, the leader of the Jianghu Alliance: Are these people?’

‘Administrator Lin Tiantian: A large part of them are students from our school. They are all people who have tried your skills, and some are cute little kids who are lost in Wang Hao’s fan group.’

'Level 0 foodie Liu Yang: Boss Chen, we came last night, but unfortunately, we only tasted it one bite by one, but don't worry, we will come here to taste it in advance tonight, you have to leave some [smile] for us

Wang Hao?

After putting down his phone, Chen Chong frowned slightly. There was no doubt that this not unfamiliar name attracted his attention again.

How can a person who is good at using his scheming help promote it for no reason? This guy's purpose is definitely not simple.

Chen Chong couldn't figure it out for a moment, and he was too lazy to think too much, so he continued to go back to the kitchen and became busy. According to his usual style, at least soldiers could stop the water and soil from covering the water.

It was almost twelve o'clock, and the daily life began again, and many old customers who did not eat "Bearing pepper beef" last night rushed over without stopping.

It is worth noting that after just one night, the "team formation" method has gradually formed a wave, and there are even many office workers and students mixed together, and seniors and juniors form teams, without any grudges between chatting and laughing.

In addition, Chen Chong found that many customers would stay on the blackboard for a while after the meal. When he went out, he found out that Zhou Fei had actually posted the QR code of the fan group.

He is really a conscientious administrator.

However, while Chen Chong discovered some novel phenomena, many old customers also discovered his changes. Someone immediately asked curiously, such as "What does the boss look like?", "When did you get married?", "How old is the child..., and so on.

Even Lin Tiantian and others came to the kitchen to ask, which made Chen Chong furious. After a few hurried explanations, it was useless. After all, the ring on the ring finger was real and could not be picked.

"I'm not married, I'm just a fashionable person and wear it for fun." He smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Which place is fashionable? You actually play with the jokes of married people?" Chu Lan, who has always rarely spoken and has a cold temperament, curled his lips, snorted coldly, turned around and left, leaving the other four people looking at each other, not knowing what they mean.

"Boss Chen, someone is looking for you outside!" A voice came from outside, and then a young man with a student looked close to Lin Tiantian and others, leaned his head and looked into the kitchen.

"Who?" Chen Chong was concentrating on the trouble, not even looking back.

"I'm an uncle in his forties." The student stretched out his thumb and pointed back, "There are still people holding the camera!"

"Let him wait, I'm busy." Chen Chong frowned slightly and said casually.

"Camera? Not a reporter from a food channel, right?"

Zhou Fei's eyes passed by many figures. Sure enough, he saw a group of people standing on the outermost layer of the open space. There were not many, about seven or eight people, all of whom were male. The leader stood in the middle with his hands in his chest. The big gold chain on his neck shone in the sun.

"It shouldn't be." The student shook his head.

"How do you know?" Zhang Meng was curious.

"These people looked fierce, and judging from the content of the conversation, it is very likely that the person who came here is not good."

"What did they say?" Lin Tiantian frowned.

"I didn't hear it clearly, I just remember a saying, 'This kind of junk restaurant can also be ahead'."

"Garbage restaurant?" Wang Xiongxin snorted coldly. He was about to go out to gesture, but was stopped by Chen Chong in the kitchen. "This pot of mapo tofu is ready, please put it on the plate quickly."

"But.."

"Do your business." Chen Chong looked out, his eyes narrowed, and continued, "I'll go and see it myself."

...

Zhao Si and his group of brothers stood at the restaurant entrance for a long time, not in line, but in observing.

"Fourth brother, this store is really ahead of us?" The man holding the camera shot the restaurant scale and surrounding environment, and his tone was full of incredible expression.

The front hall of the restaurant is only about ten square meters, and it is completely a fly restaurant. Although the people sitting in the open space and those who are still waiting in line have improved a lot of "hot effects", it is only fifty or sixty people, which is not rare.

Just like this, a store can rank ahead of their "seafood food stalls"? To put it simply, their food stalls can entertain about 100 guests a day on average. Even if five people sit at a table, they can easily be five or six hundred people! This gap is obvious.

Therefore, no matter from any perspective, the fly restaurant in front of you is not comparable. It is even more like a fast food restaurant that comes and leaves when you come, eats and leaves, and is centered on speed and cheapness!

"Wang Hao's list is clearly written, it should be true." Zhao Si's chin raised slightly, always giving people a look down, exuding a strong social atmosphere all over his body, and even took off the sunglasses hanging from his collar and put them on his belt, which had a strong aura.

"Guess what I've learned?" A young man who was walking casually returned to Zhao Si, and tears almost burst into laughter when he spoke.

"Don't keep it a secret, say it quickly." Someone urged.

"I just asked a few students for inquiries, and they said that this restaurant is full of plans and only has so many dishes!" The young man reached out and compared it to a 'five'.

"Fifty?" The man holding the camera gave the former a close-up.

"No, that's all." The young man shook his head and shook his open palm, "Five dishes!"

"Puchi, do you make me laugh?"

"Did you find out wrong?"

The person who accompanied him sneered.

"Tell me, what are the five dishes there?" Zhao Si asked lightly, as if even if the other party had 500 dishes, he would not have any surprise reaction.

"Here, one fish-flavored shredded pork, one Mapo tofu, and one beef sauce, and then some glutinous rice and roasted pepper beef." The young man recalled, "It should be right, only these."

"Where is the price?" Zhao Si asked again.

"I didn't understand the specific unit price. Those guests who were eating said 25 per serving of fish-flavored pork, and 15 per serving, which made me confused! Even beef sauce, 5 yuan at a time and 50 a while, for no reason." The young man grabbed his hair, "What's even more strange is that many people I don't know can actually a portion of roast pepper beef. How poor is this!"

"What a mess." Someone was dissatisfied with the content of the former inquiry.

"Hey, if you are not satisfied, ask yourself." The young man was very angry and immediately retorted.

"Okay, shut up." Zhao Si turned around and glanced at the two of them, and the latter stopped talking.

"According to this calculation, all the dishes in this restaurant are only about one hundred yuan, right? They are just the same as the price of a spicy crayfish in our food stall!" Another person spoke at the right time to relieve the embarrassment, "And our fourth brother will make other dishes except for the glutinous rice that has never been heard of," he said.

"Polucent rice..." Zhao Si suddenly chuckled, "It's not difficult to listen to the name."

(To be continued...)
Chapter completed!