"Since it's Liu Hao's friend, it's half an acquaintance. This is my business card. Let's make a friend. Follow your dreams ( The man took out a white gilded business card from his pocket.

Seeing this posture, Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but put his heart back in his stomach, they should not have a feud. He looked at the business card and was a little embarrassed. A gangster even printed business cards. He looked down at the words "Zhong Yanhong, General Manager of Yehui Entertainment Company" on the business card. Yehui Wang Xiaoming knew that it was the biggest ktv on the street next to him. "So Boss Zhong is Boss Yehui, hello! Boss Zhong knows the mouse?"

Zhong Yanhong raised his eyebrows when he heard the name of the mouse, and asked, "He often comes to you?"

Wang Xiaoming shook his head, "My shop has just opened, so I can't say I come here often, but I came here today, and it's not long since I left."

Zhong Yanhong glanced at the door, wondering what he was thinking, then took out a cigarette and handed one to Wang Xiaoming, who waved his hand to refuse. Zhang Yiwei hurriedly took out a lighter and lit him, Zhong Yanhong lit the cigarette, and took a sip with half-squinted eyes, "My little brother is ignorant, I am offended today."

Zhang Yiwei folded his hands with a bitter face, "Brother Hong, I already know my mistake, and I will never do it again. Boss Wang, you must forgive me."

Wang Xiaoming didn't know which song he sang, and he didn't know how to answer. Yang Ming called out from the kitchen, "Boss, come and serve the dishes!"

This was just a relief, but it was also very embarrassing. As a boss, he was called by the guy to run errands in front of the guests. He brought out scrambled eggs with tomatoes and beef with celery from the kitchen. "A few drinking or eating?"

Zhong Yanhong said, "I didn't drink anymore, I just drank it, let's eat."

Zhang Yiwei jumped up quickly, "I'm going to serve the meal."

Wang Xiaoming entered the kitchen again, Yang Ming was making seaweed meatball soup, and there was a plate of prepared garlic kale next to him. Wang Xiaoming asked, "Is that all?"

Yang Ming said, "There are still some spare ribs. It takes time. If you don't do it, you should send people away early."

Wang Xiaoming couldn't help laughing and went out with the kale.

Zhong Yanhong had already eaten it, and found that this dish was unexpectedly delicious, so he was looking forward to what would come next, but found that it was green vegetables, and was a little disappointed, "Aren't you Haibawang, no seafood?" Eat the sea by the sea, the seaside people all love seafood.

Wang Xiaoming remembered, "Oh, yes, wait a moment." After a while, he brought a plate of pickled squid and put it on the table.

Zhong Yanhong was full of expectations, but found out that it was pickles, let alone the disappointment in his eyes. Wang Xiaoming resisted the urge to laugh, "Seafood should be fresh. If you want to eat seafood, please come earlier next time."

Zhong Yanhong didn't say anything anymore. He tasted a little squid and found that it was salty and delicious. It was not a good taste. He couldn't help but nodded, "Yes, your cooking skills are good."

Wang Xiaoming was a little dissatisfied when he heard that there was only one word, and said, can you find something better? The two younger brothers brought by Zhong Yanhong buried their heads in their meals and did not speak, for fear that they would eat less if they talked too much. Zhong Yanhong saw that the dishes on the plate were decreasing like a conjuration, and he couldn't help but tap the chopsticks of the two people with his chopsticks, "The reincarnation of a starving ghost, slow me down!"

Zhang Yiwei and another younger brother hurriedly retracted their chopsticks and buried their heads in the rice. They all blamed the food for being so delicious that they forgot that they were having dinner with the eldest brother who was the most volatile.

Wang Xiaoming wanted to laugh, but he held back and quickly turned around to go to the kitchen. Yang Ming had already brought out the soup. "It's closed, and there are not many dishes left. Please hurry up next time."

Zhong Yanhong raised his head and glanced at Yang Ming, "Well, the master cooks well, where did you learn it?"

Yang Ming put down the soup and didn't answer him, "I will collect the money next time I come."

"Of course." Zhong Yanhong put down his rice bowl and drank a spoonful of soup, "Are you accepting apprentices?"

Yang Ming was stunned for a moment, "Accept, but if the qualifications are not good, don't."

Zhong Yanhong pointed at the two slaughtered younger brothers who were eating and said, "How are they?"

As soon as he said these words, everyone in the room was stunned except himself and Yang Ming. Wang Xiaoming, who was sitting at the front desk, looked up at the people at the table. There were rice grains shaky between Zhang Yiwei's teeth. "Brother Hong?" The rice grains fell.

Zhong Yanhong frowned, "Let's talk about the meal!"

Zhang Yiwei and another younger brother hurriedly finished the rice and put down the tableware, "Brother Hong?"

Zhong Yanhong ate slowly by himself, "Why, don't you want to? What can you do with me? Watch the scene, pick up girls? Can you manage for the rest of your life?"

Zhang Yiwei and another friend looked at each other in dismay. They didn't think about long-term things. Anyway, if there is wine now, they are drunk now, and now they can eat meat and wine.

Yang Ming sat on the chair beside him, with one leg resting on the other, leaning against the back of the chair, "Let's talk about it first, I really need to hire small workers here, the salary is not high, you can eat, one thousand and five months. , with good qualifications, I will teach him to cook, but if he is not qualified, he can only be a handyman, so don’t waste everyone’s time and energy.”

The two brothers did not speak.

Zhong Yanhong said from the side, "Do you know the family—the master's surname?" Then he turned to Yang Ming. ——“Yang Ming.”——

Zhong Yanhong continued, "Do you know how high the level of Master Yang Ming is? I have eaten from city H to city G, and I have never eaten dishes with better craftsmanship than his. This is a palace-level master. I am willing to teach you. What a blessing it is for you. After learning, you are famous chefs. In the future, you will open a private restaurant and only cook one dish a day. You have to make an appointment before you can eat it. You can earn several thousand yuan for a meal, which is better than watching the market with me. ? Come and report to work early tomorrow morning!"

If their parents said this, these two arrogant children would not do it, but Zhong Yanhong said it ~lightnovelpub.net~ with a lot of weight. Zhang Yiwei nodded, "Okay, I'll listen to Brother Hong."

The other Killer Matt also nodded, "I also listen to Brother Hong."

Wang Xiaoming has been stunned by listening to it. A private kitchen can earn several thousand yuan, and it can make at least tens of thousands in a month, and it is just a meal!

Zhong Yanhong stopped talking and immersed himself in eating. He didn't eat fast, but he ate a lot, so he swept up all the rest of the dishes, and only a little of the soup was left. He said to the two younger brothers, "Drink the rest, don't waste food. ."

The two younger brothers drank the rest of the soup obediently. Zhong Yanhong rinsed his mouth with the tea, leaned back on the chair with his stomach straight, "I will work in the store in the future, and I will be able to eat the meals made by Master Yang Ming every time. This alone will make all your money."

The two younger brothers were a little uncertain in their hearts, but when they heard Zhong Yanhong say this, their faces glowed, and they were resurrected as if they had been beaten with blood. "We'll come and report tomorrow!"

After eating, Zhong Yanhong held a card between his fingers, "Pay!"

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