Chapter 13: Be squeezed out

"This...is okay!" Yang Song didn't dare to say that he sells 100 bunches of roasted gluten for 100 yuan a day, 10,000 a day, don't scare this brother to death.
"That's good! You were fooled by someone’s salary for two months before, and only got a fast food truck. We are still worried that it’s good to have a little income now! If you can’t hold it, tell your brother! No money!" Wang Xu stood up, patted Yang Song sincerely on the shoulder, then hummed a song and went to the bathroom to wash. After touching the meat for an afternoon, it was time to wash.
Yang Song smiled slightly, and his heart was warm. After all, his brother was very reliable!
Today’s roasted gluten is all sold out, so Yang Song is too lazy to hide in the dormitory and have a good rest. There will be class tomorrow morning and he will buy roasted gluten in the afternoon.
In the past two days, Yang Song has transferred 20,000 yuan in his pocket. Excluding the cost of a few hundred yuan, the rest is pure profit. It is really profitable!
However, it is estimated that roasting gluten will not last for a long time. No matter how delicious it is, there will be times when it gets bored. Now there is no way to eat it fresh.
"System, when can I have other skewers? Can't it always be gluten?"
"Because the host level is too low, there is no way to get new dishes. When you upgrade, you will be given 1 to 5 different dishes!"
"Do you still look at your face?"
"Yes!"
Come on! Choosing a system, it still depends on the face? What if you are African? You only get one each time you level up. How long and how long does it take to become a God of Cooking!
But forget it, now I am lucky enough, to be able to obtain this system is enough to prove that I am a European! Hehe!
After class the next day, Yang Song pushed his trolley and ran to the food court. He saw that there was a hawker in his old position, surrounded by hawkers. He saw Yang Song coming. , They all had ill-intentioned expressions. When this kid came over, he was afraid that he was going to grab his own business again.
Yang Song didn't care. He pushed the trolley to a corner. Generally, when people walked to this location, they would have eaten almost, so basically no one would like to put it here.
The smell of wine is not afraid of the deep alleys. Yang Song is in such a state now. He laid out his ingredients slowly, and then put the small sign in front of the car.
"Jewei roasted gluten, this is the only one, a bunch of 100 yuan."
Then, a hundred skewers of roasted gluten were secretly conjured out of it, pretending to be the type roasted at home and sold directly.
Suddenly, Yang Song's cell phone rang! When he picked it up, it turned out to be an unfamiliar number, but it was local to Los Angeles, so he was connected.
"็ Hello Who are you?"
"Boss! Where did you go? I found you in the morning and now I am almost starving to death! If you don't show up again!"
"Ah you are?"
The voice sounds familiar, but Yang Song just can't remember who it is. The phone hurriedly said: "This is Chen Ming! Where are you?"
"Huh? Where did you get my number?" Yang Song was a little strange, and the latter briefly explained: "Xiaoqi found out that you are in the same school as her. I checked it and found your dormitory and gave it to you. The roommate will tell me for a hundred dollars!"
These were bought for a hundred dollars, but he also knew that Chen Ming was a major customer, so he said lightly: "Go inside, I'm the innermost!"
"Innermost? Wait! Don't hang up! I'm here now!"
"Eh eh eh! I saw you!"
As soon as the voice fell, the phone was hung up, and then I saw a dark figure hurriedly running over, who was not Chen Ming.
Yang Songbian put the roasted gluten on top of charcoal for heating, and asked curiously: "Didn't you eat it yesterday? Why are you so anxious today?"
"Don't tell me, if I didn't see you roasting with my own eyes, I would really worry about what you put in a mess. Now I eat nothing, I just think about your roasted gluten!" Chen Ming looked at Yang Song's hand. The tumbling roasted gluten almost left my saliva!
"It's alright!" Yang Song looked at Chen Ming disgustedly, and said: "You stay away, how can I sell your saliva!"
"Hey! Sorry! I'm greedy!"
Chen Ming scratched his head in embarrassment, and then really leaned back. Yang Song handed the heated five skewers of grilled gluten to Chen Ming, and said, "You guess it’s not enough to eat five skewers. Let’s eat first, and I’ll help you roast them slowly!
"Boss, you really understand me!" Chen Ming was not polite, grabbing the roasted gluten and stuffing it into his mouth.
After eating oily mouth, Chen Ming suddenly remembered something and asked curiously: "Boss, do you have anything to drink here? Just eating grilled gluten is not enough!"
Yeah! It seems that I haven't drunk it yet, if I upgrade later, I can drink it!
"No, if you want to drink a drink, there is a small shop next to it, so go buy it yourself!" Yang Song shook his head and continued to roast the gluten.
Chen Ming curled his lips and didn't care. He continued to eat roasted gluten. Soon, all five skewers were eaten. He took the five skewers from Yang Song and continued to eat.
Yang Song is not worried that Chen Ming will not pay. Such a wealthy person eats a reputation. If this little money has to escape the bill, others will be embarrassed to call him Master Chen!
By the time the thirteenth skewers were eaten, Chen Ming was full, and comfortably burped, "Boss, enough, I'm full, but I have to pack ten skewers! My sister still wants to eat! "
"Okay! Wait a minute!" Yang Song felt a little familiar now, flipping his hands quickly, and he was packed soon.
After paying the money, Chen Ming was about to leave, and suddenly an exclamation sound rang next to him.
"Boss! But I found you! As soon as I came to this street, I smelled the aroma of your roasted gluten. After turning around for a long time, I didn't see you. There are several roasted gluten shops over there! But they are all fakes. Fake!"
A potbellied man ran over after wiping his sweat, and saw Yang Song looking at him with a smile, waved his hand, and shouted, "Five strings first!"
"Hao Le! Wait a minute!" Yang Song nodded, grabbed five skewers of grilled gluten and started heating.
With these two people, and the scent began to gradually go far away, everyone ran over looking for the taste, and the faces of the vendors around were distressed. They knew that Yang Song’s roasted gluten was very powerful, so I went there. The connection with roasted gluten is increased, and it tastes very good, but why are they reluctant to come and try their own roasted gluten?
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