A portion of fried rice costs 899 yuan... The boss must be crazy, right? Although the location of the Dashi Dian Restaurant and the decoration in Dumen Store can be considered a big restaurant, no one will order this portion of fried rice for nearly 1,000 yuan.

At least, with Zhou Peng’s more than ten years of catering work experience, this is the case.

But he thought again, maybe this is the boss's cleverness. Sometimes, when you get cheaper, others think that the goods are not good, and if you sell them expensively, they will be sought after.

"It seems... this fried rice is a pure sign. Even though I know no one will order it, it has raised the restaurant's level."

Zhou Peng muttered to himself, then laughed out loud, and his business had his own ideas. That's what the boss, Mr. Sun, should think.

Afterwards, Zhou Peng asked the waiter to put the menu into the front desk and also took a copy to the chef Zheng Hui. As soon as he arranged these things, he decided to take a break when he saw Song Zixuan coming out of the back kitchen.

"Manager, there are no kitchen utensils in the kitchen, what's going on?" Song Zixuan asked directly.

Zhou Peng frowned slightly, thinking that this person is really ignorant. Even if you are responsible for the signature dishes, you are just a chef. I am the manager of the entire restaurant. What I have to say here is that you actually question me like this?

"Without kitchen utensils? How do others work?" Zhou Peng's expression was stern in his expression, and the gap between superiors and subordinates made him fully interpret it.

However, Song Zixuan didn't take this trick. You should know that he came through Lin Tiannan. Maybe Zhou Peng and others didn't know, but the group's finance must know that his salary alone would probably be as high as Zhou Peng!

"I don't know, but I definitely need a set of kitchenware."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Peng felt even more angry, but his years of work experience also made him not angry easily. With his personality, even if he was slandered, he would not be slandered!

"Is that so? Go and tell Zheng Hui, he is in charge of the kitchen."

"Okay." After Song Zixuan said that, he went to the kitchen.

Looking at Song Zixuan's back, Zhou Peng's expression was cold: "Things that are unruly, work under my hands. If I don't teach you a lesson, I won't call Zhou Peng!"

He took out his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to Zheng Hui: The kid specializes in fried rice with a signature fried rice that costs 899 yuan per serving. I guess no one can order food, so he doesn't have to take it seriously.

Soon, Zheng Hui understood the meaning and replied with an OK gesture.

When he returned to the kitchen, Song Zixuan hesitated for a moment. After all, he had just knocked Zheng Hui's nose bleeding, but he would definitely not be able to cook rice without kitchen utensils. Thinking of this, he still walked up.

"Chief Chef, I need a set of kitchen utensils, otherwise I won't be able to work."

Zheng Hui was stunned, thinking that the boy is really a desperate man. He just started working with him, but now he dares to ask for kitchen utensils?

"Kitchenware? Do you don't have it yourself?"

"No." Song Zixuan said.

"Oh, if you don't have one, go buy a set." Zheng Hui said.

"This should be from the restaurant, right? I know that each of you has his own kitchen utensils, but I don't have it, and I shouldn't have bought it myself." Song Zixuan said.

Hearing this, Zheng Hui knew in his heart that the restaurant actually had several sets of kitchen utensils, but he was narrowed down. Now people should hand over one set, but... he couldn't swallow the matter just now, otherwise how could he, the chief chef, establish his authority?

"Haha, you're right, but you're a special fried rice chef, which is the same as us? Let's do this, when will someone order fried rice? I'll give it to you again!"

Zheng Hui remembered Zhou Peng's words, that fried rice 899 must be a gimmick in the restaurant, and he didn't expect anyone to order it. As for Song Zixuan, it's just a vase. Unless a sucker comes, kitchen utensils... I'm afraid I'll never use them.

Song Zixuan naturally understood that the other party was deliberately making things difficult for him, so he nodded: "Okay, whatever you want."

After saying that, he walked aside and sat down with a chair. He also understood in his heart that there would be someone ordering fried rice at 800 yuan per serving? But anyway, his monthly salary of 80,000 yuan would not be wrong, which is enough.

In the champagne-colored BMW sedan, Li Jiahao sat in the back row, crossing his legs, and playing a horizontal mobile game in his hand. For a rich young man like him, playing games is nothing more than a consumption to pass the time. If you have money, you can play in the top few mobile games on the server.

"Mr. Li, how about it? You can sweep the entire area now, right?" said the bald fat man playing with his cell phone.

Li Jiahao smiled, took off the cigarette in his mouth, and said, "Just pass the time, but these women are so easy to get started. There is a college student. I took her to a pet and agreed to go to the hotel with me tomorrow."

"Haha, Mr. Li is Mr. Li. It's too easy for you to pick up girls, but it's hard for me." The fat man complimented.

"Nonsense, look at your fat pig, the girl wants to vomit when she sees it."

Li Jiahao's words are ugly. He has always been like this to his younger brother and does not take insults seriously. As for the fat man, he is used to it. Anyway, he usually points to Li Jiahao and gives pocket money, just scold him.

The two were chatting when the passenger car door opened, and the tall and thin man named Monkey got into the car with an anxious look on his face.

"Mr. Li, something happened."

"What's the matter? I'm so panicked." Li Jiahao frowned and said impatiently.

"Last time I contacted that Brother Liang and asked him to trouble Song Zixuan, but... something happened." The monkey said.

Li Jiahao was stunned: "Hmm? That guy called the police? That brother Liang won't confess me, right?"

If it was a money-spending matter, Li Jiahao would never be vague, but he was afraid of causing trouble. For him, the most troublesome thing was naturally to get involved in a lawsuit.

"No, no, it's... I've failed. Brother Liang's people said that when they were in trouble with Song Zixuan, there was a very capable person who stood up for him. Brother Liang also fell and injured him. This matter must be resolved with us."

"What? Is it possible to solve it with us? Is it possible to solve it with me?" Li Jiahao said with a frown.

"This... Mr. Li, after all, we were looking for him..."

"Farting, you asked me, it has nothing to do with me," Li Jiahao said casually, but after thinking about it, he felt a little inappropriate, "Ask them how much they want."

"I'm afraid... it's not that simple. Mr. Li, Brother Liang's boss is Brother Jie. Brother Jie is a famous gangster in the western area of ​​the city. This time, I'm afraid that it can't be solved by giving money." The monkey said.

Li Jiahao exhaled: "Whatever you want, it's already like this. Contact him and ask them what they want."

"Okay, Mr. Li."

Li Jiahao wanted to play for a while, but he was no longer in a mood. He threw his phone aside, took a sip of cigarette, and looked out the car window.

"Damn, this kid has a helper, I really didn't see it. Humph, but I still have to say this tone. They are not capable of being beaten. It's better to see this brother Jie, I don't believe there are people who don't want to give money!"

Dashi serves as the back kitchen of the restaurant.

It was almost noon, and some diners had already come in to try the dishes of the new restaurant, and the kitchen was really busy. However, for such a relatively mature team, they were naturally at ease and without any confusion.

Song Zixuan became the most idle person in the kitchen. He sat aside and watched everyone busy. To be honest, he felt very uncomfortable. After all, he felt very uncomfortable being rejected when entering a new environment. However, for the sake of 80,000 yuan in monthly salary, he still had to stand up even if he was willing.

"Are you new here? We all come from Mingzhu Hotel." A man in a chef's uniform approached Song Zixuan and said.

Someone was really surprised that Song Zixuan was really surprised. He turned his head and saw that the chef looked twenty-seven or eight years old, and he looked average but honest.

"Yes." Song Zixuan said.

"Haha, my name is Wu Yong. Let me tell you, you should be more polite to the new one. The chef has a bad temper. Please bear it." Wu Yong said earnestly.

Song Zixuan couldn't help laughing: "Why should I tolerate him?"

"After all, we are working under other people's hands. Here, we have the final say. We have to be more obedient. I see that you are young and angry, so you must not dare to do this in the future. It's so difficult to find a job these days."

Listening to Wu Yong's words, Song Zixuan felt warm in his heart. At least this was the first person who was willing to talk to him like this after he arrived in the Dashi Dynasty.

"Thank you, Brother Wu, I'll try my best to endure it."

As the two were talking, Li Tao shouted, "Old Wu, are you very idle, are you? Damn, I'm waiting for the fans, you're still chatting there, so why don't you send it here quickly!"

"Oh, here we come, hehe, Brother Tao, don't worry." Wu Yong sent two bags of fans over with a smile.

Song Zixuan shook his head and sighed, "Old Wu is a good old man, anyone can scold him..."

The first noon passed quickly. After all, it was a new opening and the passenger flow was not very large, but overall it was quite satisfactory.

Zheng Hui then arranged the dinner preparation task, and the busyness of the kitchen almost stopped.

Song Zixuan naturally did not open it. After all, not everyone can afford the fried rice that costs 889 yuan per serving.

He got up bored and walked out of the kitchen. He had nothing to do anyway, so he slipped from the hall to the door, lit a cigarette and started smoking.

Zhou Peng looked at Song Zixuan through the glass window and couldn't help but smile: "Haha, little boy, I have the final say in this restaurant. I will let everyone reject you. I see if you can continue to do it!"

Sitting on the steps, Song Zixuan took a deep breath of cigarette. Although he was in a low mood, he did not show it. He was already a little more mature than his peers, so he naturally felt more attentive.

Just as he was stunned, a text message sound came. Song Zixuan opened his eyes for a moment, his eyes widened.

Eighty thousand yuan had already arrived, and Lin Tiannan transferred his salary to him in advance. Now, a stone in Song Zixuan's heart fell to the ground. He did not intend to squander anything, but wanted to immediately improve the conditions at home and prevent his mother from working hard.

This was also the only thing that made Song Zixuan happy this morning. He threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it. He turned around and walked into the restaurant. However, before he could enter, he heard a sound coming from behind him.

"Hey, buddy, can you still... challenge?"

Song Zixuan turned his head and saw a man looking at him by the wall, only one head was revealed, with a little guilty look in his eyes. It was Sang Tianshuo.

Seeing Sang Tianshuo like this, Song Zixuan had the urge to laugh: "Are you still finished?"
Chapter completed!