Chapter 284 Did you call me a fool? !
Temple Street, Yau Ma Tei.
It's late at night, and most of the night market stalls on the street have closed their stalls. The originally noisy and lively streets are now silent.
At this time, it was a restaurant at the end of the street. Although the rolling shutter door at the main entrance had been closed, the lights on the second floor were still bright.
At a table near the window, Young Master Twelve took the dish handed by the waiter and said with a smile: "Brother Rong, come and try this dish, fried peeing shrimp! This is the signature dish of my restaurant. "
He picked up a piece and put it into Zheng Jirong's bowl, and said proudly: "Not only is the ratio of chili pepper to Huai salt just right, the oil in the oil pan is changed every day to ensure there is no oily smell, and the heat is so high that even the shrimp shells are fried deliciously. So crispy!”
Zheng Jirong was originally standing by the window looking at a chop suey noodle stall below. After hearing what Young Master Twelve said, he picked up his chopsticks out of curiosity and put a piece of fried golden crispy pee shrimp into his mouth. He chewed it twice and nodded. He said: "Yes, the taste is indeed very good, but the heat is a bit too high, and the delicious flavor that the pissing shrimp should have is completely lost."
"Brother Erong said that," the Twelve Young Masters nodded quickly after hearing this and said, "Actually, I told the store manager a long time ago not to fry the shrimps so old, but he insisted on saying that the older the shrimps are fried, the more people will eat them. Be thirsty, and the drinks will sell better."
"What's more, what's the background of the store manager you hired?"
"This guy used to work at the God of Food Catering Company. He worked with Steve Zhou for several years and learned a lot of business skills. After Steve Zhou went bankrupt, I invited this guy to look at the store."
The Twelve Young Masters recalled for a while and then said: "He also told me that opening a restaurant would take too long to return the money, so it would be better to open a fast food restaurant. He said that the table should be as narrow and as narrow as the stools should be as small as possible, and that customers would not be allowed to do so if they were comfortable. He is comfortable, so ask him to raise his butt and leave quickly after eating. The straw should be as thick and thick as the ice cubes should be. Customers will only drink a second cup after drinking one cup. As for French fries and fried chicken, they must be deep-fried. As old as you want."
"What a bullshit profiteer!"
Zheng Jirong was unhappy when he heard this and said, "Don't he know that this is bad for the children's health?"
"Yeah, that's why I didn't open a fast food restaurant."
Speaking of this, the Twelve Young Masters were actually quite speechless.
Ever since Stephen Zhou's company went bankrupt and he was deprived of the title of [God of Cookery], many of his company's talents have been poached by other restaurants with high salaries.
Because a restaurant had just opened in Temple Street, the Twelve Young Masters also spent a lot of money and paid a high salary to hire a chef who used to work with Stephen Zhou. After hiring him, he discovered that not only did this guy not know how to cook a single dish, I can do it, but I don’t even know where to turn the gas stove.
For this purpose, the Twelve Young Masters also found many other restaurant owners who hired employees of the God of Cookery Catering Company. After inquiring, they found out that none of these guys knew how to cook, and all the names of the chefs were paid for. Come.
However, it is worth mentioning that although these parallel importers are not good at cooking, they are more proficient in marketing than the other, and each one of them is a complete profiteer!
Stephen Zhou, this bastard, is really good at teaching cooks!
"Afei Aji, why don't you two eat?"
Zheng Jirong asked Ah Fei and the two people opposite him. In the past, every time they invited them to dinner, these two guys acted like hungry ghosts reincarnated. This time, they became more gentle and stopped talking after chewing a few mouthfuls of green vegetables.
"You are not dissatisfied with my arrangements, are you?" Zheng Jirong put down his chopsticks and said seriously: "You are recovering from serious injuries and are not suitable for fighting. It is also for your own good that I let you be in charge of the boxing match. Follow me. After Ghost King Da, you can also learn some boxing and kicking skills, so that you can protect yourself better in the future, right?"
"No, Brother Rong." Ah Fei and the two shook their heads and explained with weird expressions: "We eat three or four hot pot meals every day at Gui Wangda these days. We just ate there again before coming to Temple Street. After one meal, I really can’t stand it any longer.”
"Yes, yes, I don't know what this Ghost King Tatsuya is thinking. He said he was training boxers, but so far we have only seen eating hot pot in the training program. This damn lame guy has to boil a few eggs with their shells in every time. , he is not a liar when he talks about absorbing heat to reduce dryness and heat, right?"
"What?! This happened."
After listening to the words of these two people, Zheng Jirong couldn't help but frowned. According to the plot in the movie, Ghost Wangda did this to confuse the senior brother with psychological tactics, so that He Jinyin could pass the first round smoothly, but now this guy can't even connect the senior brother with him. I've never seen him face to face, so why are you playing this show?
Just as he was thinking about Ghost King Da's intentions, the originally quiet street under the restaurant suddenly became noisy. Two gangs of young and Dangerous boys who had gathered at some unknown time were pointing at each other and cursing each other, and their words were extremely sharp. Every word was directed at the mother opposite, but the strange thing was that despite the fierce scolding, neither party even made a move.
At this time, the Twelve Young Masters were leaning next to Zheng Jirong. He pointed to a white shirt standing in a team of young and Dangerous boys below and said, "Brother Rong, that is Stephen Zhou. This guy has been wandering around Temple Street for more than ten days. Every day In the name of the [God of Cookery], I cheated on people to eat and drink.”
Zheng Jirong's face straightened when he heard this. He walked to the window with a cigar between his legs and took a closer look at Stephen Zhou, who was hiding at the back of the team, looking slightly confused and helpless.
This guy's current condition looks extremely poor. Not only is there blood on his nose, but there are black and yellow stains everywhere on his white shirt. Even his hair is messy. I'm afraid no one can recognize that this man was once a high-spirited man. The unparalleled food god of Hong Kong Island.
"Not long ago, a younger brother told me that there was a bad guy on the street who used the name of the God of Cookery to cheat people out of food and drink, so I kept a close eye on him. Thinking of Brother Rong's instructions, I secretly observed this guy in private for several days. I didn’t find the wrong person, right? Brother Rong?”
"That's right." Zheng Jirong exhaled a puff of smoke and said with raised corners of his mouth, "He is the God of Cookery."
"God of Cookery?"
After hearing this, the two people at the table, A Fei and A Ji, immediately stood by the window and looked down curiously, "Holy shit, this God of Cookery looks so dirty, and his profile looks a bit like Ah Yin."
"Isn't it said that Tang Niu is the God of Cookery?"
While they were watching, something seemed to have happened to the two young and Dangerous gangs below. The two distinct groups suddenly stood in a row in front of a round table. The two-knife turkey on the table was cursing. He knew what to say to the strong man across from him.
"The sound is too quiet, open the window."
After the Twelve Young Masters opened the window, the voices of the two people came in at the right time.
"Do as you say! What are you arguing about? Let's mix them together and make peeing beef balls, you idiot!"
"Did you call me an idiot?!"
"I must have said that I am famous for my good ears!!!"
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