After a while, Sun Yaowen patted his stomach.
Sun Xiaoxiao also let out a satisfied sigh.
The father and daughter both collapsed on the chair in the same position.
He felt that the taste in his mouth was extremely delicious, and he even felt as if his soul had flown out of his mouth.
Sun Yaowen's favorite dishes were stir-fried kidney and Huadiao chicken.
The former had a soft texture and tasted delicious in one bite.
Moreover, this thing was a great supplement for men.
As for the latter, it was stewed with the mellow and refreshing alcohol fragrance, complementing the freshness.
After taking a bite, the juice overflowed and the oil flowed.
Sun Xiaoxiao liked tofu boxes and braised prawns the most.
The texture was soft and the filling was full.
The fragrance of the oil was overflowing, but it did not hide the freshness.
Sun Yaowen looked at his daughter and reached out to rub her head.
Sun Xiaoxiao didn't say anything this time. Her eyes darted around as she looked at Yang Zhe.
It was early autumn.
The temperature difference between morning and evening was especially large.
Sometimes, he would wear a short shirt in the afternoon, but at night, he would have to change into a sweater.
At this time, Yang Zhe was wearing a coat and drinking tea while scrolling through his Moments.
Four days ago, Wang Linhua sent a nine-square grid of the wedding venue.
The bride was petite and cute, but she did not look like a minority like Reba.
However, looking at Wang Linhua's caption, the bride did have a minority name.
Actually, this was easy to explain.
That was because ethnic minorities had extra points for the college entrance examination.
Back then, many people with connections would give their children a minority household registration.
However, after the household registration management system was reformed, such things became much less common.
Yang Zhe reached out and liked the post on his WeChat Moments, then left a congratulatory message.
However, when he scrolled down, there was actually another message following closely behind.
[Thank you, Yang Zhe, for your help. These blessings are too powerful!】
Then, below this post was a edited video of the stars congratulating their wedding.
In addition to the text and video, there were also a lot of likes and replies below the post.
"Wow, isn't your wedding too grand?" Reba was giving her blessings. Really?
Fish that Likes Cat: Is it that Yang Zhe from high school? He entered the entertainment industry?
Lillian,"Oh my god, can I see Zhao Jinmai?" I like her the most!
Feng Yun's pink singlet thought,"Didn't Yang Zhe go to learn how to cook?" How did he end up in the entertainment industry?
With Yang Zhe's looks, it's easy for him to enter the entertainment industry!
Deep Attack Bao: F * ck, this was on the trending searches. I just saw it a few days ago!
"Oh my god, I remember that there was a trending search saying that it was Wang Linhua. I thought it was someone with the same name!"
Yang Zhe entered the entertainment industry? Then I can see my classmates on TV in the future?!
After browsing through it, Yang Zhe reached out and liked it.
In fact, he didn't understand the excitement of the students.
Celebrity?
Wasn't it everywhere?
There were also a few who went into his room every other day.
However, whether it was a celebrity or a passerby, they were essentially ordinary people who ate grains. In his eyes, there was not much difference.
Internal entertainment was too arrogant and liked to deify celebrities.
Then, he refreshed the page and saw that Reba had sent a photo of him washing the dishes with gloves on.
However, in this photo, she was not completely in the middle, but at the bottom right of the picture.
On the upper left corner, his back was clearly visible.
Reba seemed to have deliberately made such a mistake.
Although three-fifths of the entire painting was of her.
However, the two-fifths he was in could be seen at a glance.
Yang Zhe zoomed in and took a look. He looked a little confused.
When was this taken? Yesterday?
Why didn't he have any impression of it?
He thought for a while, then reached out and liked it before continuing to scroll down.
Zhao Lusi had sent the last one five days ago. The picture was of a green water ghost.
[[Author: If others can give it to me, I can also give it to you, hmph hmph!
"..."
Yang Zhe subconsciously reached out his finger to like it.
In the end, after hesitating for a long time, he finally retracted his finger.
Then, he picked up his teacup and swept his gaze across the banquet.
At this time, the wrap up banquet had already been going on for more than 20 minutes.
Almost all the dishes on the table had been eaten, and even bones were rarely seen.
At that time, Zhang Ruojun stepped on the stool, picked up the pork knuckle soup, and asked others if they believed that he could finish it in one gulp.
Before he could open his mouth, Hu Jun and Li Gengxi grabbed the bowl back.
Hehe, he still did it?
Was he trying to snatch the soup away with such a method?
His heart was really out of control!
This soup had to be collected later and frozen into jelly in the refrigerator.
After it was frozen, he cut it open with a knife and took one piece home.
After all, all the actors and actresses felt that they would never be able to eat Chef Yang's dishes again after tonight.
Then he had to bring this soup back to make noodles.
When the time came, he would make a bowl of steaming hot knife-cut noodles.
Then, he boiled the meat jelly and poured the bright red and oily soup on it. It was simply fragrant.
This was originally a method of eating that Director Zhu had developed, but it was later spread.
From then on, the fragrant and delicious soup became an important target for everyone.
If she missed Chef Yang's cooking after leaving the film studio.
Wasn't there only this meat soup left to savor?
Yang Zhe retracted his gaze and turned off his phone. He was about to finish his tea and ask Director Song for money.
Five tables of dishes, fifteen dishes per table.
This money couldn't be charged at 80,000 yuan. It had to be at least doubled, right?
However, Director Song had specifically instructed him to pay any price for this meal.
He believed that he wouldn't feel any heartache even if it was increased by ten or eight times.
Ten times the price…that would be 820,000.
After all, just cooking for 80,000 yuan and moving tables and chairs for 20,000 yuan each time.
The money for the tables and chairs couldn't be counted ten times.
Good heavens, a house in a small county town came out.
Tsk, tsk, tsk. She wondered if Director Song's heart was hurting or not.
Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from the front.
Sun Yaowen and Sun Xiaoxiao came in front of him and stopped in their tracks.
The father-daughter pair ate to their heart's content, and their relationship had eased.
It had to be said that this was the first time since Sun Xiaoxiao's rebellion that the two of them could not argue for five minutes.
The old father was very gratified and could not help but feel grateful to Yang Zhe.
To be able to let him and his daughter eat at the same table, this was definitely not something that could be done by ordinary culinary skills.
And to be able to use his taste buds to turn a rebellious child into a docile little sheep.
This was definitely not something an ordinary chef could do.
The most important thing for children at this age was their face.
Don't show that you're stubborn, that you're a man of your word, and that you won't admit your mistakes even if you know you're wrong.
However, for a table of dishes to make Sun Xiaoxiao's tone soften, how awesome was that?
As a result, the father and daughter couldn't help but feel curious about the chef.
Such a young man looked refined.
If he wasn't a chef, no one would have thought of this.
However, he was not only a chef, but also a top-notch famous chef who did not show his talent.
Was there something magical about his hand?
Why did the same dish taste completely different in his hands?
"Hello, Chef Yang. Let me introduce myself. My surname is Sun.”
Yang Zhe sat up straight and gently raised his head."You guys are…from the Snowy Production Team?”
Sun Yaowen waved his hand gently. In fact, I'm a party.”
"I see. Are you satisfied with the food?”
"I'm satisfied, I'm satisfied. The taste is simply rare in my life.”
As Sun Yaowen spoke, Sun Xiaoxiao nodded fiercely.
She really liked the box of tofu just now.
Compared to this dish, the foreign dishes he had eaten before were simply foreign trash.
What templar? Wasn't it just fried vegetables with dough?
The tofu box was still filled with minced meat. It was still delicious when he took a bite of the juicy tofu.
"Chef Yang, you have such good culinary skills. Why are you willing to be a chef in the production team?”
"It's quite fun to be a chef in the production team. There's less work to do than in the restaurant. Moreover, I prefer that kind of atmosphere. I see handsome men and beautiful women every day.”
"I wonder if you have any thoughts of opening a restaurant?"”
"I don't have such plans for the time being." Yang Zhe shook his head.”
"How about this? I'll leave a business card for you!”
“？”
As Sun Yaowen spoke, he took out a business card holder from his pocket.
Then, he took out one of them and handed it to Yang Zhe with both hands.
"If you need to open a restaurant, I'll pay all the money. I'll only take 20% of the shares. What do you think?”
"Then let's contact each other again when I have an idea.”
Yang Zhe took his business card and put it in his pocket.
Then, he smoothed out the corner of his clothes and looked up at Sun Yaowen carefully.
A capitalist was a capitalist.
She was so full of food that her eyes were in a daze. She was actually thinking about making money.
She was really someone who could think of ways to do business wherever she went.
At the same time, Sun Xiaoxiao looked at Yang Zhe, her eyes flickering with a hazy light.
She and her father had different motives.
She had nothing to say, nor did she know what to say.
However, there was a handsome boy who cooked extremely well sitting not far from you.
Then you would want to come and take a look no matter what, right?
"This is…?"
"Oh, this is my daughter. Her name is Xiaoxiao. She's in the third year of junior high this year.”
Sun Yaowen introduced and turned to look at his daughter."Quick, call Uncle Yang."
"Hello, brother." Sun Xiaoxiao smiled sweetly.”
“？？？”
Hearing the word 'brother', Yang Zhe couldn't help but smile at Sun Xiaoxiao.
The third-year-old girl suddenly bit her lower lip shyly.
"Your dishes are really delicious."
"Thank you for the compliment."
"Can I eat your dishes often in the future?”
"I don't think so," Yang Zhe said with a smile."The crew is about to wrap up, and I'll be leaving soon."”
Sun Xiaoxiao looked up at her father.""You're not allowed to let the production team finish their filming or I'll starve myself for three days!”
“？？？？”
After Sun Yaowen and Sun Xiaoxiao left.
Director Song, who had eaten his fill, walked over with a glass of wine.
He handed one of the glasses to Yang Zhe and held the other glass in his hand.
"Chef Yang, thank you so much for today.”
Yang Zhe clinked glasses with him."I've cooked so many meals in the past, but I've never heard you say thank you."”
Director Song scratched his head in embarrassment."Before, I only cared about eating and didn't have the time to do anything else with my mouth. But this time, it's different.”
"Is it because of that CEO Sun?"
"You already knew?"
"Yes." Yang Zhe nodded lightly."The skin of the ingredient is tight and red. It seems to be angry. It probably doesn't come with good intentions."”
“？？？”
Director Song exclaimed after hearing that.
Was everyone an ingredient in Chef Yang's eyes?
Was this the old demon from Journey to the West who wanted to eat people?
"What's wrong? Am I wrong?”
Director Song came back to his senses."You're right. He came to find trouble with me today. If it weren't for your table full of dishes, I probably wouldn't be a director anymore.”
"So serious?" Yang Zhe was a little surprised. What's going on?"
"Do you remember the person who went out to look for you?”
"Little Zhou?"
"Yes, didn't he lose his memory card? In fact, the card that Old Feng found was real, but I deliberately said it was fake and planned to reshoot the scenes in the card.”
"Director Song, are you bored?”
"Isn't it because the filming is about to end? Do you want to delay for a few days and eat a few more dishes that you made?”
Yang Zhe could not help but smile."Your beautiful words are even better than Wang Dahai's.”
Director Song downed the wine in his glass in one gulp."No matter what, thank you for today.”
"You're welcome. Why don't you pay the bill first?”
"Sure, how much did you spend?”
Yang Zhe opened his pocket and pulled out a long bill.
Director Song took it with a smile, but after taking a look, he could no longer smile.
"More than 800,000 yuan?”
"You asked for five tables, and the dishes were doubled.”
Director Song sucked in a breath of cold air."Isn't it just labor? 80,000 yuan per session?"”
Yang Zhe grinned."It's obviously a table of home-cooked dishes. Five dishes per table. It costs 80,000 yuan."”
“？？？？”
"It's true. Even Director Liu calculated it for me like this, so I can't be biased.”
"Then why should I treat the entire team to a meal? Do I really have dementia?"
"Pay or WeChat?"
Director Song took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and took out his phone.
In the end, the bank card transfer limit was not enough, so he had to submit an application.
Then, he changed a few more cards in a row before paying the full amount.
It was expensive. It was really expensive.
However, this sum of money was nothing compared to his own career in the industry.
If he was 80, then so be it. If he could continue to be a director, why would he need a bicycle?
"Thank you for your patronage, Director Song.”
Director Song's lips twitched.""Chef Yang, if anyone asks you, just say that I paid 100,000 yuan.”
Yang Zhe retracted his gaze from the phone screen.""Why?"
"Isn't Old Zhu going to hold a wrap party soon? Their team has more people than us.”
"..."
Director Song kept his phone and returned to his seat.
As expected, Director Zhu, who was sitting at the next table, immediately came over to ask for information.
"How was it? How much did you pay?”
Director Song raised his glass without batting an eyelid."One hundred thousand yuan a single time, don't you know?”
Director Zhu couldn't help but smack his lips. I heard that his price is 100,000 yuan per table, and there are only five or six dishes.”
"You heard the rumors, right? It's 100,000 yuan.”
"That's great. Next week, I want to have ten tables and thirty dishes!”
"…"
Director Zhu was a little puzzled."Director Song, why are you trembling?”
Director Song covered his mouth.”
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