Chief don't slap in the face

The diners who often come here to eat are shocked when this sentence is asked. The chef's cooking skills are not the first in Handan, and it is no problem to be ranked in the top five, but even he doesn't know this kind of food!

"bread!"

Song Guo snapped her fingers, and Friday immediately handed over the plate with salted peanuts. In order to prevent being recognized, she deliberately gave the shell to Bo.

Then..., there is no more.

The head chef and the chopsticks in charge were so up and down that they didn't even have the time to talk.

"You leave me some!"

Seeing that there were only a few left, the steward simply threw away his chopsticks and scrambled to eat them with his hands.

"Is it tasty?"

Elivy sneered.

The steward and the chef blushed.

"Taste the plate!"

It is said to be a competition, but up to now, the two stewards only have expectations in their hearts.

Chaoge sausage is marinated with more than ten kinds of spices, and before it is put in the mouth, a scent has already spread.

"good to eat!"

The steward muttered subconsciously.

"No, it's really delicious!"

The head chef has learned a lot this time, and he eats quickly.

Seeing this, the other chefs wanted to reach out, but the head chef lay down on the table like a wild dog protecting the food, hugging the pottery plate.

"Are you convinced?"

Friday disdains: "This is just a snack that our little princess brings with her. If you are allowed to eat Chaoge's dishes, you can swallow your tongues!"

The head chef wanted to refute, but his mouth was full of sausages, and the steward struggled for three times, before he sighed dejectedly and clasped his fists together.

"Admit the bet and admit defeat, I invite you to this meal!"

The steward can't deny that if they come again, the restaurant will be over, so now he wants to calm down and settle these people quickly: "What exactly do you want?"

The steward was ready to bleed profusely.

"We really have no malicious intentions!"

Xia Ye smiled bitterly: "I just want to have a meal!"

Chapter 354 Slave Market

"Hehe, misunderstanding, misunderstanding."

The steward is also a good person, and immediately climbed down the pole: "Come here, remove the food and serve a new table, head chef, use your housekeeping skills to entertain distinguished guests!"

"no problem!"

The chef rolled his eyes, ready to serve Xia Ye first, and then see if there is any opportunity to learn skills. Not to mention other meals, these so-called snacks can be passed down to future generations as the secret recipe of the ancestors.

"Don't bother, just eat these."

Xia Ye doesn't like to waste, if it wasn't for the opening of Song Guo, he wouldn't order so many dishes, but even if there are leftovers, he can't waste them, he believes in the servants in the back kitchen, wishing they couldn't finish them.

"How does this work!"

Steward persisted.

"It's really unnecessary, or I will change to another hotel!"

Xia Ye does not accept this kind of favor.

"OK then!"

Helpless, the manager gave the waiter a hard look. How could such a humble and polite boy cause trouble?Blame this guy for almost offending someone.

"Hmph, how is it?"

Friday looked at the middle-aged man with a big belly.

"whispering sound!"

The middle-aged man hid his face and ran away, feeling ashamed to stay any longer.

"They are from Chaoge, right? Is the food really that delicious?"

The diners swallowed a mouthful of saliva as they looked at the pottery dishes that had been swept away by the steward, a little curious.

"I don't know your recipe, will it be sold?"

The steward did not leave, and after chatting for a few words, he got straight to the point: "Don't worry, my shop still has some capital in the backstage, so just open your mouth, and the shop can afford it!"

"You think we are poor people?"

Yi Liwei doesn't like such utilitarian people.

"If you want to eat, go to Chaoge!"

Xia Ye smiled.

"Where is Chaoge?"

Other diners also started to inquire, and even the manager asked for the recipe, which meant that those snacks were really delicious.

"Desolate Land, Dragon Bird Mountain Range!"

Song Guo proudly announced.

I tasted almost all the dishes in the restaurant, but didn't spend a single dollar. This made Friday feel very happy, and I admired the chief even more. He really knows everything.

Everyone wandered around without a destination, and when they turned into a slightly narrower street, the sound of crying and wailing broke into their ears.

"Slave market?"

Xia Ye frowned, a smell of defecation drifted over with the autumn wind.

"It's so dirty and messy!"