It was the peak of dinner, and Song Zixuan made such a move. Zhou Peng was naturally anxious and shouted: "What did you get off work? Who told you to get off work? You are a chef, what qualifications are you to get off work privately? I have the final say here!"

Facing Zhou Peng's sudden yell, everyone was stunned. You should know that Zhou Peng was wearing a suit and tie all day long, and his movements were a little feminine. Everyone had never seen him get angry like this.

"I don't need to explain to you, I'm off work." As he said that, Song Zixuan walked out.

In fact, if Zhou Peng had a better attitude, Song Zixuan might have explained a few words calmly, but he felt extremely unhappy when facing Zhou Peng's last words.

"You...you dare to leave and try it. I will tell you not to go to work in the future!"

Zhou Peng's threat was obviously useless to Song Zixuan. He ignored him and walked out.

Zheng Hui smiled and said, "Haha, it seems that not only I can't control him, but even you, the manager, can't control him. He is worthy of being a signature dish, but he has a temper!"

Zheng Hui's words are very clear, and they are used to arouse Zhou Peng. Since he, the chef, cannot do anything to Song Zixuan, let's hand it over to the manager.

"Shut up Lao Zheng, what sarcastic words do you say? I can't cure him today, so I'll be useless to kill this manager!"

As he said that, Zhou Peng chased after him angrily.

At this time, Song Zixuan had already walked to the hall, and Zhou Peng shouted: "Song Zixuan, you have been fired!"

After shouting, the waiters in the front hall looked over, and even some customers looked here, Zhou Peng couldn't care. If he couldn't save his manager's face today, he really didn't have to do it.

Song Zixuan stopped hearing this, turned around and looked at Zhou Peng: "Manager Zhou, if I don't brag, you really can't get me!"

"You... OK, then let's try it!"

As the two said, Luo Lili ran over and said, "What's wrong? Chef Song, why are you..."

"I'm off work." Song Zixuan said.

"Get off work?" Luo Lili was stunned. After all, it was not time to get off work, "but now..."

"The emperor's fried rice is available at most twenty servings every day. This is my agreement with the Dashi Dian Restaurant." Song Zixuan did not say Lin Tiannan directly, after all, he didn't want to cause trouble for others.

"This...agreement? But..." Luo Lili looked at Zhou Peng with anger and looked at Song Zixuan again, "Chef Song, I don't know about this lobby. Now there are customers who order it, so I can't explain it."

Luo Lili said, pointing at the man in her fifties who had ordered fried rice just now. Song Zixuan looked in the direction of her finger and nodded: "Okay, I'll explain."

After saying that, he walked over, and Luo Lili followed closely behind.

When she walked to the table, Song Zixuan bowed forward. Although the angle was not very large, she was considered respectful.

"Hello old man, I am the chef in charge of Emperor Fried Rice. Our Emperor Fried Rice only sells twenty servings a day, so... I'm really embarrassed."

The man looked at Song Zixuan after hearing this: "Only twenty copies are sold? Haha, what do you mean is that these twenty copies have been sold out?"

"That's it." Song Zixuan said.

The man thought for a while and smiled: "Haha, that's a coincidence. It seems that I can only come and taste it another day."

"I'm really sorry." Song Zixuan bowed respectfully again, then turned around and left.

Luo Lili hurriedly said, "Old sir, I'm sorry, this is our signature dish and is also available in limited quantities. I haven't explained it to you clearly before, I'm sorry to you."

The man smiled: "You are..."

"Oh, I'm the cashier at the front desk."

"Haha, it's really good. It's said that this has nothing to do with you. You just ordered a dish for me because everyone is too busy. Now you still know how to apologize to me, which means you are very responsible, little girl, have a future."

Hearing this, Luo Lili smiled embarrassedly: "Your old man, you have been awarded, otherwise... I'll help you change a dish?"

"Not busy, is your manager here?"

"Ah? OK, I'll call you."

Soon, Zhou Peng came over and said, "Hello, I am the restaurant manager. I apologize for the inconvenience caused to you today."

After all, Zhou Peng has been a hotel manager for many years, speaking appropriately and having a lot of experience.

"Haha, you have already said that you are too humble. I want to ask you, why does your restaurant make a fried rice a signature dish?"

Faced with this problem, Zhou Peng first re-examined the man in front of him. He was wearing a charcoal black suit and a white shirt with neat buttons. The gold-framed eyes looked very valuable, especially the few diamonds on the frame shining. He immediately realized that the other party had a big background and the problem was very targeted. Maybe... he was still a senior executive in his peers.

"Oh, that's right. Our restaurant has just been open for two days. The menu was set by the boss. As for this signature dish... I personally think it may not be appropriate."

"Hahaha, it may not be appropriate? It is limited to twenty servings and will be sold out the next day. I think your boss is very skilled." The man smiled.

Zhou Peng smiled bitterly: "Maybe you are right, but I don't understand."

"Don't understand? How could it be? You are the manager here." The man said.

"I'm ashamed to say that, to be honest, our team has no experience in cooperation with this chef, so it's a bit troublesome to manage. Look, he got off work without my consent..."

Zhou Peng intended to complain, after all, if the other party is really a noble person, he might still have a chance to climb higher.

"Oh? That's right, that's really strange. A chef is not managed by the manager, so you have to pay attention to this."

"What the old man said is that I plan to report the situation to the boss."

The man nodded: "But... do you think there is a possibility that the chef's own relatives and friends came to support him. After all, the day after you opened, the fried rice that costs 900 yuan per serving was sold for twenty servings. Don't you find it strange?"

This sentence made Zhou Pengru wake up from his dream and said, "Yes, this... I really didn't expect it. I don't think it's ruled out this possibility."

"Haha, I'm just guessing, that's it," the man said, taking out a business card from the inner bag of the suit and saying, "This is my business card. I'll come tomorrow. Now let's book a serving of emperor fried rice."

Zhou Peng said in confusion: "Well? You suspect that he is looking for someone to support him, so why are you willing to taste it? Are you not afraid that the taste will disappoint you?"

"Hahaha, I'm a person who is willing to try it. If I don't try it myself, I can't be sure. See you tomorrow!"

After saying that, he got up, picked up his coat, and walked out of the hotel.

Zhou Peng looked down at the business card: Hong Yuansen, Yanjing Sanmei Information Technology Co., Ltd.

He frowned. The name was not very famous, and he seemed to have never heard of the company name. Thinking of this, he threw the business card at the counter.

"Lili, this is the business card of the man just now. I'll book a serving of emperor fried rice tomorrow." Zhou Peng's tone was very light, which was normal. After all, he didn't like Song Zixuan like Zheng Hui. Now that he's going well, he's naturally unhappy.

"Oh? So... Chef Song will open it in advance tomorrow?" Luo Lili said.

"I'm telling me where you are? Are you very happy to sell the Emperor's fried rice? And... it seems that you recommended the Emperor's fried rice to that old guy? Are you interested in that kid?"

Luo Lili shrugged: "It doesn't matter, the hotel is not mine, what's the use of where I stand?"

After saying that, Luo Lili picked up the business card and looked at it. She suddenly narrowed her eyes, as if she wanted to see the words on the business card more realistically. She immediately glanced at Zhou Peng and said nothing.

After leaving the restaurant, Song Zixuan took the bus home. Along the way, he was in a great mood. He finished his perfect ending on the second day of opening, which was a dreamy start.

For Song Zixuan, I'm afraid there is nothing more important than this now. As long as you can earn a stable monthly salary of 80,000 yuan, your life will definitely improve.

If he compares with the rich, his financial resources may be a thousand miles apart, but among normal people, this is a life he never dared to think about. Of course, he would also let Mr. Fang drink better wine and eat better dishes.

It was almost something that Song Zixuan had determined a few years ago to support Mr. Fang.

After getting off the car, Song Zixuan leisurely walked towards the doorstep, but after walking a few steps, someone patted his shoulder. He turned around suddenly and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it was Sang Tianshuo.

"Brother, do you need to play this way every time?" Song Zixuan said gasping.

"Haha, Master, have you scared again? Why are you so brave?" Sang Tianshuo smiled embarrassedly.

"Also say I'm timid? How come I'm always like this?"

"Hehe, Master, how is my job?" Sang Tianshuo asked.

"Uh... I, I seem to have forgotten it. I will call him tomorrow to ask."

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

The two of them were chatting and walking towards Song Zixuan's house, but they didn't notice that a few pairs of eyes were staring at them not far away.

"Brother Liang, is it him?"

"That's right, it's that guy. I recognized him last time."

"But Brother Liang, there are people around him."

Brother Liang took a breath and took a closer look: "Hmph, it's okay, this is not the one who wore a windbreaker last time."

"Are you... sure?" The younger brother who spoke was obviously a little weak.

"Nonsense, I've been standing in the cold wind for so long and dared not move. How can I not remember? I have to avenge my hatred today, go and block them in the alley!"

In the alley about two meters wide, Brother Liang and his two younger brothers stood aside, hugging their shoulders and raising their heads, obviously not trying to give way.

On the other side, Song Zixuan and Sang Tianshuo also stopped, and Song Zixuan said, "It's you again?"

The same is true for Song Zixuan, who recognized Brother Liang at a glance.

Sang Tianshuo said: "Master, who is this?"

"I don't know, it's probably a man named Li Jiahao who asked them to block me. He blocked me here last time, but it didn't work out. A buddy saved me."

"Ah? Who is Li Jiahao?"

"Do you think I have time to explain this to you now?" Song Zixuan said.

"Song Zixuan, haha, I asked you to run away last time, today... you can't run away, right? People won't be so lucky." Brother Liang smiled while rubbing his chin.

Sang Tianshuo sneered, then spitted on the ground, and stood in front of Song Zixuan: "Who wants to run away? Who will run away today and who will run away? Master, please stop at the back to save all your blood."
Chapter completed!