City: I, the God of Cooking!

The lobby manager hung up the phone, waited patiently beside the car outside the far gate, looked at the environment of the community, and then randomly charged the house price here.

As a result, he frowned when he searched.

The housing prices here are not considered the most expensive in City H, in other words, they do not belong to the top wealthy areas.

Maybe there are rich people living in it, but they are definitely not rich people who can afford more than 100 million yuan for a meal.

The lobby manager suddenly guessed that the small boss of a bankrupt company wanted to eat a king's meal before he died, right?
After thinking about it, he felt that there was only this possibility.

I made up my mind that after the person came out later, I must ask clearly to see if this guy has money.

Don't make it to the end, the house and the car have already been mortgaged, and he won't be able to get a penny by then, so how can he go back to deal with business?
But when Meng Zhan walked over with his family, the lobby manager was stunned.

As soon as Meng Haishan came up, he handed the cigarette with a smile on his face, "Brother, it's really hard for you to smoke a cigarette. The situation is like this. We can't eat this meal because there is something wrong..."

"What's the matter, if you can't afford it, you can't afford it. Why are you pretending to be rich?" Yang Xiuxiu mocked.

Seeing Meng Zhan's parents looked embarrassed, the lobby manager was even more puzzled.

Are you kidding me, Meng Zhan can't afford this meal?
It's just over 100 million, and it's just the money to sell a few jars of wine, can't afford it?

Are these three women here to be funny?
The lobby manager went directly to Meng Zhan, held Meng Zhan's hand, and said with a wry smile, "Brother Meng, please inform me of this situation as soon as possible, so that I can prepare myself in advance."

Meng Zhan smiled lightly: "I also have a temporary situation, but don't worry, we won't eat in vain."

"Brother Meng said this, how can I ask for your money, if my boss finds out, won't he just fire me? So this meal is free."

When Meng Zhan went to Zhou Chengsi's place, it was free every time, and the meals were always the best.Much more expensive than that.

However, Meng Zhan didn't take a few mouthfuls, because Meng Zhan was used to eating his own food, and the taste changed.

In other words, Zhou Chengsi and the others wanted to invite Meng Zhan to a restaurant, but they couldn't find a suitable opportunity.

Meng Zhan smiled, "Okay, I'll make it up to you later."

Hearing this, the lobby manager was so happy. As long as he repeated Meng Zhan's words to the boss, the boss would definitely praise him for his beautiful work.

"Okay, Brother Meng, I'll bring you some food right now."

The three people who were disgusted and looked down on Meng Zhan before suddenly fell silent.

Instead, he opened his mouth halfway, with a look of astonishment on his face.

This is too exaggerated, right?
A meal of more than one million yuan is directly free?

Meng Zhan's face is so big!
The three of them looked at each other, a bit unclear about the situation.

The lobby manager served all the meals.

And serve as a waiter, help them handle some half-cooked dishes, and serve tea and wine.

Because some of the dishes here must be cooked and eaten immediately to be the most delicious, so he uses special containers to store them, and then goes to the place agreed by the customer, and then helps the customer to prepare the food.

A table full of delicious food and wine is called a sumptuous one.

The aunts, aunts, aunts and aunts watched drooling.

"Everyone eat, you're welcome." Meng Zhan said.

After Meng Haishan knew that the meal was free, the stone hanging in his heart could be lifted, so he took a bite of the food with his chopsticks.

After eating, he frowned slightly.

Why do you feel that it is not as delicious as your son's cooking, and it can sell for more than 100 million?
Sometimes Meng Zhan would come over to cook for his parents, and the meals he made were extremely delicious.

Their tastes have also been cultivated to be very difficult to satisfy.

Meng Haishan and Yang Geyun slowly picked up the vegetables, their brows slightly wrinkled and relaxed.

Fortunately, the dishes are free, otherwise they would really wonder if they would pass out.

Who can accept that the dishes that cost millions to buy are not as delicious as the home-cooked meals that you cook yourself?
The lobby manager expressed understanding for the reaction of Meng Zhan's parents. He also regretted that he wanted to order some takeaway even though the peerless chef was by his side. Isn't this crazy?
Yang Ai'ai didn't care so much, she ate and drank, and she kept sighing that it was so delicious!
The same goes for Yang Xiuxiu and Yang Huahua. They wanted to use the food as an excuse to mock Meng Zhan, but it seemed that they had no chance.

Seeing them gobble up, the lobby manager was full of contempt.

The three guys, who had never seen the world, yelled and yelled after eating such a meal. If the food was cooked by Meng Zhan himself, wouldn't they cry?

After the meal was finished, the lobby manager said hello to Meng Zhan and drove away.

Meng Zhan said, "Auntie, are you satisfied with this meal?"

Yang Xiuxiu smiled and nodded, "Satisfied, very satisfied."

Meng Zhan said, "I've finished my meal and I have something to ask you to help."

If it was placed before the meal, Meng Zhan said that they should not help, and if they don't use this time, they will ridicule Meng Zhan.

Now that they knew that Meng Zhan was looking for someone who couldn't be provoked, they didn't have any objections, so they agreed without saying a word.

"Mom, take out those sachets."

Yang Geyun nodded, and took out the box from the cabinet.

The three looked puzzled, wondering what kind of medicine was sold in Meng Zhan's gourd.

But they recognized the logo on the box.

It is the trademark of Li Yun Company.

Although the company's trademark is not well-known all over the world, at least it enjoys a certain reputation in China, and its sales are also very popular.

Opening the box, several sachets appeared in front of them, and a unique fragrance came out.

The three of them praised again and again.

"I want you to help me and recommend this sachet to my friends," Meng Zhan said.

The three looked puzzled.

Yang Ai'ai asked: "Are you the salesman of this company?"

They can only think so.

"No, I got it from a friend to do a market research." Meng Zhan explained.

"So that's the case, do we need to pay?"

"Of course not, but you need to ask those users to fill out a user satisfaction form, which must be filled in according to the real user experience." Meng Zhan said.

"It's that simple?" Yang Xiuxiu said with a smile: "Then you should have said earlier, such a simple matter is on our shoulders, so you can rest assured!"

Except for Yang Huahua who has a formal job, Yang Aiai and the others almost don't have to work. Every day is afternoon tea at various gatherings, and user satisfaction surveys are nothing more than chatting and giving things out.

This is just a matter of chatting a few words, it is too simple.

Seeing that they agreed, Meng Zhan said, "Choose one each of you, and the rest will be given away."

"As for the satisfaction survey form, it is in an online format. I will give you the website and let them fill it out directly on the webpage."

"Easy to say, easy to say."

After Meng Zhan's family sent them away, they sat in the living room and chatted.

After chatting for a while, he was about to go back to the restaurant. Just as he got up to leave, a luxury car stopped at the gate of the courtyard.