Siheyuan: Open a breakfast shop and make the city cry with envy

The four people from the Jia family went straight to [Chen Shi Ji].

A fierce look on his face.

All the customers turned around and looked at them.

I thought he was looking for trouble with me because I didn't pay in the store just now.

Jia Zhang put her left hand on her waist and pointed at Chen Ze with her right hand, spitting everywhere.

"Chen Ze, you damn thing, you actually plotted against my eldest grandson?"

"I sold Banggeng an iron pot for 600 yuan. I thought it was something good, but it turned out to be a piece of junk!"

"Hurry up and return the six hundred yuan, plus the five hundred yuan I paid for my studies with you, a total of one thousand one hundred yuan, to us!"

"By the way, I just rented a room and bought tables, chairs, and benches. The total cost was five hundred and sixty-eight!"

"Give us all this compensation!"

Jia Zhang spoke a lot.

Add all the expenses into it.

[Jia’s Pan-Fried Dumplings] She is not going to open it either.

With the quality of Banggeng, who can eat it?

Who dares to eat it?

Jia Zhang is smarter than anyone else!

She knew that the frying pan was just ordinary and had no way of beating Chen Ze.

So, it’s better to close early!

Stop loss in time.

Chen Ze snorted coldly and replied unhappily, "When did I say that the frying pan was special? It was your idiot who insisted on buying my frying pan."

“Throughout, I’ve been saying that the pan is no different.”

The customers didn't even bother to queue up and gathered around the few people.

Customers dining in the restaurant, holding spicy soup in one hand and fried dumplings in the other, watched the fun.

Chen Ze continued, "Besides, it was you who called the Third Uncle and the others to come and sign a voluntary transfer agreement with me last night! The agreement also has their signatures!"

When the onlookers heard this, they immediately started talking.

"Oh my god, what kind of frying pan costs 600 yuan? Only a fool would buy that!"

"Yeah, unless your head is squeezed by the door, you will spend 600 yuan to buy a pot."

"Whoever gives me six hundred dollars, I'll buy him a truck!"

"Boss Chen has already said that this is a voluntary sale, and you have signed an agreement, which means that this is a matter of mutual consent. Why are you still making trouble?"

"Leave now. If you keep talking, people will treat you like fools. Who in their right mind would spend 600 yuan to buy a pot?"

The crowd was buzzing.

At this time, one of them suddenly raised his hand and shouted,

"Chen Ze and I live in the same courtyard. I was there at the time. I can prove that Bang Geng voluntarily spent 600 yuan to buy the pot!"

The scene fell silent for a moment.

Everyone looked at Bang Geng as if he were a fool.

His eyes were full of sympathy.

That's it!

Everyone suddenly didn't want to blame Bang Geng anymore.

No wonder the pan-fried buns taste so hard to swallow, it turns out he is a fool!

This is a fool!

It's great that a fool can make pan-fried buns.

Could you ask for more?

No!

Absolutely not!

The old man who had just stuffed the fried bun into Banggeng's mouth showed pity on his face and patted Banggeng on the shoulder.

"Brother, I don't blame you!"

"I was wrong just now. I apologize to you!"

Bang Geng was confused.

Why did you apologize?

What happened to yourself?

Are you going to help me settle accounts with Chen Ze?

Judging from the look of your eyes, it doesn’t look like that!

Bang Geng suddenly gained confidence and glared like Jia Zhang.

"Chen Ze, you must have deliberately set a trap for me to jump into!"

"Digging a hole???" The customers nearby began to jeer.

One of the white-haired old men stood up and said earnestly,

"Young man, I already know exactly what happened."

"This is your responsibility. No normal person would spend 600 yuan to buy a pot. Could it be that Boss Chen forced you to buy it?"

"You are in your twenties now, so you should be brave enough to take responsibility for your actions! If you lose, you lose. There is no need to fight over it."

"I just went to your shop and tried the pan-fried buns. They were so nasty!"

"We all held back and didn't scold you, that's pretty good!"

"Can't you learn from Boss Chen and work hard and conscientiously?"

The old man spoke a lot of words like a cannon.

Bang Geng's face looked gloomy.

Jia Zhang's face became even uglier.

Qin Huairu didn't know what to say.

Bang Geng only felt a tightness in his chest, his eyes turned dark, and his blood was boiling.

“But…but!!!”

“Even though the frying pan was my problem, I learned how to make pan-fried dumplings from you!”

"Chen Ze, do you dare to say that you didn't do any private work? I was watching the whole process yesterday and I wrote down all the steps. Why are the pan-fried buns you made so delicious, while mine taste so bad?"

Everyone around was stunned for a moment.

It turns out that the owner of [Jia’s Pan-Fried Buns] learned his craft from [Chen Shi Ji]!

Yes!

Since I learned it from Chen Ze, the taste shouldn’t be much different, right?

Why are one in heaven and the other underground?

One is better than the Peach Banquet, and not even a dog would eat it?

Could it be that Boss Chen was doing some side work? Was he deliberately keeping something back?

Everyone looked at Chen Ze again.

Jia Zhang also became angry, "Yes! Chen Ze must have hidden something!"

"You deliberately set a trap for my Banggeng! Damn it, you really screwed our Jia family over."

"Who will take care of this?"

Jia Zhang slapped her thigh, sat on the ground and started rolling around.

The howling sounded like a pig being slaughtered.

"hehe!!"

Chen Ze was not in a hurry and spoke calmly.

"Yes, you studied behind me the entire afternoon yesterday."

"Then let me ask you, in the process of making beef pan-fried dumplings, what is the ratio of beef to green onions? How many seasoning bottles do you need to add? How much green onion and ginger juice do you need to add?"

“How many eggs do you need to beat into the chive and egg pan-fried buns?”

“How much does the dough weigh?”

"How many minutes do we have to flip the pan-fried dumplings over? What do we need to pour on them after flipping them over? And how many more minutes do we need to fry them?"

"Low heat, high heat, or medium heat?"

"Answer these questions. If you can answer three of them correctly, I will refund all your tuition fees!"

Chen Ze is full of confidence.

Of course he knew what Banggeng's attitude was yesterday.

How can you make pan-fried dumplings with delicious taste if you are so careless and don't study seriously?

Everyone looked at Bang Geng.

"this......."

Bang Geng panicked instantly.

He hesitated, not knowing how to answer.

He found that he knew nothing about the questions Chen Ze asked!

I only learned the general idea yesterday and didn't put any effort into it.

How is it possible to answer this?

Seeing Banggeng's look, everyone understood!

"Oh my goodness, no wonder the pan-fried dumplings taste so bad, I didn't really put any effort into learning it!"

"They say that one minute on stage takes ten years of hard work off stage. You spent the whole afternoon studying, but you didn't even listen. What do you expect to achieve?"

"I am now extremely thankful that the pan-fried buns are just unpalatable. If I had eaten the pan-fried buns he made, I might have lost my life!!"

Accusations came to Bang Geng's ears from all directions.

Bang Geng couldn't say anything back.

How can he return this?

What everyone said is true.

Just when he felt hopeless, Jia Xiaodang's voice rang in his ears.

"Chen Ze cheated on his wife?"

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