When he saw a guest entering the door, Yang Gang hurriedly went up to him, but when he saw that it was a ghost, he couldn't help but roll his eyelids helplessly.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with a customer coming but not welcome?" Wang Chengyong looked at Yang Gang with his eyes drooping.

"Haha, welcome, what are you going to eat?"

"What do I eat when I step on the horse? Didn't you see us? Find a seat for you first." Wang Chengyong said.

"Okay, look at it, you can sit in so many places." Yang Gang said angrily.

In fact, when the business opened on the first day, Yang Gang also met Wang Chengyong, but he didn't remember it very much.

"Hey, what's your attitude? I don't need you to greet you anymore," Wang Chengyong sat directly on the table, "Song Zixuan, come out for me!"

Seeing this, Yang Gang was stunned. He saw Wang Chengyong sitting on the table, stepping on a chair, wearing cloth shoes barefoot, and the texture on his ankles was clearly visible.

"My God, can you put your feet down first, my grandfather? I just wiped this stool."

Wang Chengyong ignored him and looked upward: "Don't talk nonsense to me, ask Song Zixuan to come out!"

However, Lei Zi, who was standing outside the door, laughed when he saw this. He thought that the second master would blame him for this matter, but now he was just taking the blame. There is a good show to watch.

At this moment, Song Zixuan walked out of the kitchen wearing a chef. When he saw Wang Chengyong like that, he knew that someone would have provoked him.

Song Zixuan was so angry that he cursed that who was not good at being too ill? Who wouldn't mess with him? Although Song Zixuan occasionally dared to talk to him, he really didn't dare to mess with him.

Wang Chengyong is like Mr. Fang, and he is really capable, but he is so harsh that he scolds him if he is anxious...

"Hey, who did I say it is? It turns out that the prince is here, right? Hahaha, why are you? If you don't sit on a chair, it's time to go to the table?" Song Zixuan immediately showed a smile and greeted him.

The prince shrugged and chuckled, then raised his head: "I dare not, your store is too expensive, I dare not sit in it!"

"It's expensive? What are you saying? It's really expensive, it's not expensive when you come!" Song Zixuan hurriedly coaxed him and said.

"Oh? Not expensive? Then tell me how inexpensive it is?" Wang Chengyong said.

"I'll invite you. It has nothing to do with you whether it's expensive or not. Is it okay?" As she said that, Song Zixuan walked up and helped Wang Chengyong up, "You can get down quickly. Sitting like this, people don't dare to come in when they see it at the door of the guests. I must close the door."

Wang Chengyong got off the table and walked straight to Yang Gang: "Sun thief, did you hear it? Even Song Zixuan who was stepping on the horse would have to call me "Master". He didn't dare to collect money for me when I was eating. You are still excited with me!"

Yang Gang's face turned red, and he didn't know who this master was at all, but seeing that he even offered the second master the meaning, he naturally didn't dare to say anything.

Song Zixuan quickly came up and squeezed his eyes with Yang Gang: "Why don't you apologize to the prince quickly?"

"Prince, I'm sorry." Yang Gang lowered his head and said.

"No, I'm not good at it with you," said Wang Chengyong, after saying that, he found a table near the corner, "Old beggar, come here, let's sit here."

"No, just sit there, I'll take a sip on the corner."

"What's wrong with this? I'll let you come over. How can we chat with you so far? Come over and I'll invite you."

Although the Ghost Master was embarrassed to go over, Wang Chengyong's words were tough, so he still walked over.

"That... Song Zixuan, make some hard dishes for you, forget about your fried rice, I know the limited quantity, and I will also make trouble for you."

Song Zixuan smiled and said, "Okay, you have taken care of me, I'll give it to you right away."

After saying that, he walked aside, and Yang Gang quickly approached and said, "Second Master, who is this master, so arrogant?"

"He? I can't afford to offend him anyway. Remember, he will keep all the accounts in his next time, and I will settle them back." Song Zixuan said.

"I understand, understand."

Lei Zi then walked in and said, "Gangzi, are you honest? Have you offended me?"

"Oh, Brother Lei, how could I know, oh? Why didn't you come in just now?" Yang Gang said.

"Ah? I... let's see, you have done all the offensive things, why am I still coming in to scold me?" After saying that, Lei Zi went there.

Sang Tianshuo and Fang Rui were having fun on the side, just like Yang Gang, a blind thing.

Soon, the wine and food were served, and Wang Chengyong and Gui Ye started drinking, and Song Zixuan also took two orders of Emperor Fried Rice.

After the meal, Song Zixuan took off his chef's hat and walked out of the kitchen and sat directly at Wang Chengyong's table.

"What does it mean? You have to drink a few more sips when you invite me to drink?" Wang Chengyong sat on the bench, raised one foot and stepped on the stool and said.

Song Zixuan smiled and said, "That's so fresh. Can you two of you old people finish eating four dishes? I'll save some waste."

As he said that, Song Zixuan added a piece of meat and put it in his mouth.

"Hey, you're always beggars. You see, there are still people in this number, hey, it's a pity to invite someone to dinner."

"Haha, the shopkeeper is good, he doesn't mean that, but Mr. Wang, you are joking, too." The ghost said with a smile.

Song Zixuan smiled and said, "Look, the ghost is still speaking in a regular manner, not like this old man, not authentic."

"Why don't you say I'm not authentic? I'm here to drink here to give you face. Do you think I'll go to anyone?" Wang Chengyong sneered and said.

"Come on, you, just your human nature, you just talk swears. Don't whine. If you go to another house, I will write Song characters upside down!"

After Song Zixuan finished speaking, Wang Chengyong touched his chin and thought: "Hey, don't say it, this kid seems to be right in his words. He doesn't sell me the restaurant at our door, and he doesn't sell me for money. He said that my words are too ugly, so if you don't sell them, would you be angry?"

"How angry, you should accumulate more virtue," Song Zixuan said, picking up Wang Chengyong's cup and drinking it all, "Ghost Master, don't you?"

Wang Chengyong was stunned: "You kid bring the cup by yourself, I think you are dirty."

Song Zixuan ignored him and continued to eat.

However, Wang Chengyong seemed to realize something and said, "You called him Ghost Master? The old beggar, does he know your identity?"

The ghost master just laughed and said nothing.

Wang Chengyong frowned slightly: "Aren't you coming out of the world again? I'll tell you, if you are so old, if you miss the technique, be careful of being beaten to death."

"Go out of the world again? Was it done? Being beaten?" Song Zixuan obviously did not understand Wang Chengyong's words.

Wang Chengyong heard this and said, "Oh, you don't know? This old guy is not simple. He used to be a god of gambling, but since he was caught by someone and broke his finger, he hasn't been gambling since then."

Song Zixuan was stunned: "Gambling...good?"

But it’s not new to think about it. Last night he beat Yang Gang’s hand and almost didn’t even touch the stack of cards, so he replaced the trump card. This technique seemed to be understatement, and there was no one or flaw at all.

"Yes, this old beggar is not simple. Do you know why he is called Ghost Master?"

Song Zixuan shook his head.

"The nickname of the old spirit ghost in the Beggars' Sect is famous, he is definitely a master!" After Wang Chengyong said that, he picked up the wine glass and clinked the ghost master.

The ghost master did not deliberately avoid it. He drank wine and sighed, "It's all in the past. Now I, the old man, don't touch that thing anymore, but I was here to have fun with some guys last night and didn't make any money."

Wang Chengyong picked up a peanut and put it in his mouth: "Okay, just don't play with money."

However, Song Zixuan became interested in the old sperm. He had heard Mr. Fang talk about gambling and Qianzhi before, and he also had some understanding of it.

But he could not have imagined that a person with such strong gambling skills was so humble and peaceful. Song Zixuan smiled and said, "Ghost Master, the young man doesn't know your identity, and he was neglected before."

The ghost master first clasped his fists and returned the gift according to the rules, then waved his hand: "Don't mention it. The old man was so embarrassed when he brought it up. He was so kind and righteous."

"That's right, although this kid has a lot of fun, he is pretty good. I also like him, otherwise I can't give him the face to drink here." Wang Chengyong said.

Song Zixuan glanced at him: "Come on, you, and you said that you asked me to go to your house to show the green iron wok. Is there no letter?"

"What's the secret? Go anytime!" Wang Chengyong said with alcohol.

"Don't let it go, three days for invitations, one day for advice. This is what you said, "What's wrong? Don't invite me?"

Wang Chengyong patted his forehead: "Oh, look at my brain, okay, in three days, you come to my house and I'll invite you to drink, okay?"

Song Zixuan smiled and said, "Then we'll settle it!"

The turnover at Facai Hotel that day was higher than the previous few days, and the Emperor Fried Rice was released three more servings, which was considered a good result.

At around 9 o'clock in the evening, the front hall and the kitchen were cleaning and preparing to get off work, while Song Zixuan picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Uncle Zheng, is it convenient for you now? I want to go to Qinglong Bay."

Zheng Yu said: "Oh OK OK OK, it's very convenient. I'll pick you up now."

After hanging up the phone, Song Zixuan asked Sang Tianshuo and Fang Rui to go back first, and he made a piece of golden scale five-dash soup from the kitchen, went out to wait for Zheng Yu to pick it up, and then went straight to Qinglong Bay.

This time, Song Zixuan was more relaxed when he arrived in Qinglong Bay. Perhaps because the father-son relationship had a good foundation last time, he was less nervous and unfamiliar, and more anticipated.

Because Zheng Yu said hello, Song Yunhan was already dressed neatly and waited in the private room.

After Song Zixuan arrived, Zheng Yu left tactfully.

After taking a few bites of the golden scale five-dash soup, Song Yunhan said, "Zixuan, is your business doing well these two days? If you are busy, don't rush to see me."

After hearing this, Song Zixuan felt really uncomfortable. After all, he knew that the person in front of him would look less.

"It's okay, the new store is not that busy. By the way, have you ever heard of Yongshenlu?" In fact, this is also the purpose of Song Zixuan coming. After all, Huang Fa wants to find him because of Yongshenlu.

Upon hearing this, Song Yunhan was slightly silent for a while and slowly shook his head: "It seems that I have never heard of it. Is this related to yellow hair?"

Song Zixuan was stunned. Not to mention... he is really amazing.
Chapter completed!