Galactic Garbage Station

“Are you sure you like these plates?” Su Zhenhong pointed at several Su Zhenjia plates and dared not to ask unbelievably.

“Certainly, I was impressed by the delicious plates. Unlike these plates, it's your chef's signature dish. You know exactly what you're wearing with me.” Young people are somewhat angry.

“…” Su Zhenhong was stunned on the spot, and he actually made more than he became a signature dish?

“This is the kind of plate that the handsome guy sent over.” At this point, an eye-pointing girl at the same table saw Su Jun, who had just delivered the dishes.

“Boy, come here for a second.” The middle-aged man waved at Susan.

“Sir, what can I do for you?” Su Qian asked.

“You have these dishes, we'll take them.” The middle-aged man said.

“But someone ordered.” Su Qian said.

“I'll double the price.” The middle-aged man smiled.

“All right then.” Su Zheng was not a seafood shop waiter, there was no need to follow that set first and then put two plates of fish on the table. The lid opens, and young men, middle-aged men, etc. have bright eyes, which is the scent.

They moved their chopsticks and took their first bite and praised: "Delicious, that's the taste. ”

Even some aggressive young people laughed and praised: "Yummy, yummy! ”

Zhao Mengxiang and Su Zhenhong were both foolish. There was something else they didn't believe. There must be some mistake in thinking about it. But now the facts are in front of them, and they have to not believe it.

“Ahju, next dish don't go to the table, bring it to the kitchen.” Su Zhenhong said.

“Sure.” Su Zhenhong, Zhao Mengxiang and Liu Xiang all tasted the next dish to the kitchen, and then took it all. It really needs to be more delicious than Su Zhenhong did. It's a master-level cooking.

“Good boy, when did you learn to cook well and hide deeply?” Su Zhenhong felt a little shushed. Although he hoped that Su Zhenhong would one day surpass him in cooking, he did not expect it so quickly. He was not prepared at all.

“I often cook my own meals in college.” Su Zheng continued to shout shamelessly, "Let's not talk here, many guests are waiting to serve. ”

Next, more and more people noticed that the dishes in the store had two flavors, so a phenomenon emerged. Many of the ordered dishes were named “the dishes on the young man”. After all, his knife clerk and so on were not good enough. There was only one heating tool for hot shells, not fast enough. Therefore, Su Zhenhong thought of a way to use Su Zhenhong as a signature dish. Even so, Su Zhenhong's dishes are still quite popular.

“Mr. Zhou, you must be tired of walking all morning, I'll take you back to the hotel for lunch.” Shi Qing is wearing a long white skirt with a straw hat and, as a guide, a tall, skinny old man, a slightly fat middle-aged man, and a beautiful girl.

“That's a good place to eat.” Skinny old man refers to "Zhenhong seafood shop”.

“Let's go back to the hotel, it's better.” There was a glimmer of difficulty on Shi Qing's face. If he was a regular traveler, lunch at the seafood store here would be perfectly fine, but not in front of him.

He is the famous gastronomer Zhou Fresh, an authority in the food industry, he can even judge the life and death of a dish in one sentence, once because of his words, made a small, untold restaurant chef, become the top chef of a five-star hotel, and because of his words, led to the closure of a hotel.

Weekly freshness in his youth is quite friendly. For dishes he doesn't like, he often leaves a little room to talk, but as he grows older, his temper gets weirder and weirder, his food gets more picky and his tongue gets more poisonous, his professional level and prestige are still biased. Often his tongue is just so bloody, it's irrefutable, so most hotel restaurants are afraid of him.

The gastronomic world has a saying: "If you don't want to ruin your business, stay away from Zhou. ”

Shiqing is now the image spokesperson for this beach, the advertisement has a beautiful picture of her in a long dress, so there are usually important visitors, all of whom are coming to receive her. This coming week, the mayor himself said to let Shiqing receive her. But when the reception returns, Shi Qing doesn't want to take Zhou Fresh to eat near this beach to avoid ruining the reputation of the place.

You know, the food at Zhou Freshly stayed in the hotel is delicious, Shiqing eats a lot of compliments, and I think it's delicious in the world. But after eating Zhou Fresh, only one sentence was put: “If you don't consider the rarity of ingredients used in this dish, you can barely afford it.” He was persuaded by these two apprentices who were still fresh at the time, otherwise I'm afraid he would have been worse off.

This made Shi Qing's heart shush for a while. Even the mountain and precious sea flavors of the big hotel couldn't satisfy Zhou Fresh. The dishes of Shijia Village, Sujia Village, Zhangjiacun Village and other small shops are even worse. How many bad words do you have to say after eating the seafood here?

“Go back to the hotel, please, eat right here.” Zhou Fresh did not listen to Shi Qing at all, and made great strides towards Zhenhong seafood store.

“I will persuade him to speak politely.” The slightly fat middle-aged man, Marten, stretched out his hands at Shi Qing and smiled helplessly.

“Hee-hee, will you listen to the master, or I'll tell you.” Lin Tsaier, a pretty girl, laughed.

“Well, still for you.” Marten smiled embarrassingly. Both of them were Zhou Fresh's apprentices. They both knew that Master Poison Tongue was a problem. His mother also instructed them to try to persuade Master to be polite. After all, it was so easy to offend people. It was not good to destroy other people's business with a stick. It was worse to be angry often than not. In short, it didn't do any harm. However, Marten's persuasion tends to be ineffective, but rather popular with Zhou Lin Cheer, the speech works.

“Please.” Shi Qingchong and the two joined hands, and the three hurried to follow last week's fresh.

“What would you like?” Zhao Mengxiang greeted her on the menu and saw Shi Qingqing slightly stunned.

“What's your signature dish?” Zhou Freshly asked.

“Steamed large lobster, steamed yellow flower fish...” Zhao Mengxiang said several dishes in a row, all steamed fresh.

“I'll have a steamed shuttle.” Zhou Fresh said.

“Anything else?” Zhao Mengxiang asked.

“Not yet.” Zhou Freshly said, this stunned Zhao Mengxiang and some of the people around him. Many people here know that Shiqing is the beach's image spokesperson. Her price is not comparable to that of an ordinary tour guide, and most of the guests are identifiable people. I thought the three of them must be huge. Who knew the three of them could eat a bowl of fish? However, a few people present recognized Zhou Freshness, and the look got a little strange. Those who were going to leave were not leaving for the time being, so they stayed and watched the show.

“You wait a minute.” Zhao Mengxiang herself is very thrifty, naturally she will not be biased against the thrifty people, regardless of the business, in fact, she is very fond of such people, she gave this order to Su Qian.

When Su Qing made the steamed shuttle fish and sent it to Zhou Fresh's table, he and Shi Qing were both stunned. Neither one of them expected to see each other like this. Su Qing quickly guessed that Shi Qing was a tour guide, but Shi Qing mistakenly thought that Su Qing was just helping his relatives' family for the time being as a waitress. He didn't think to the chef at all, because Su Qing's cooking she had already tasted it.

Shi Qing's eyebrows suddenly wrinkled tightly and let Zhou Fresh eat in this part of the meal, he was already overwhelmed. I felt sorry for the villagers. I didn't expect it to happen to be the Su Qian family. My heart was even more tangled. I wondered if Su Qian would remember himself later?

However, this is it. Zhou Shi doesn't listen to her at all. She can't drag Zhou Shi away by force.

“This old man is a poisonous tongue gourmand.” Shi Qingqing quickly wrote a note and used the table to cover it for Su Zheng. She can only remind Su Zheng now. She hopes that Su Zheng, who has had far more ghost ideas since childhood, can do something about it.

“Enjoy.” Su Qing chuckled and didn't mean anything to think of a way to deal with it. He placed the shuttlefish on the table in large part, which made Shi Qing rush to stamp his feet.