Transmigrated into the cannon fodder of the villain in the rebirth story

Chapter 217

This hunger marketing is not to create anxiety for everyone and urge everyone to come and eat quickly. She is really worried about the coldness of her newly opened hotel and arranged it in order to control the passenger flow.

Alas, she was too worried that her restaurant would explode due to overheating, and she sincerely hoped that she could drive away some consumers in disguise.

It was too Versailles, but she liked it.

Finally withstood this wave of human heat, Song Qiange saw it early, and there was only half of the ingredients left in the kitchen. She hid a small part and kept it for Mu Yu, Han You Xiangqing, and the health team who would come over later.

She counted and decided that the restaurant would be open for another two hours, and when all the food was consumed, she could leave work early.

Another operation was as fierce as a tiger. It didn't take long for all the food to be eaten by the group of dry rice kings outside.

Looking at the bowls Han You Xiangqing brought in, not to mention the leftovers, the cooking kings didn't even spare ginger slices and tomato skins, and even licked the bowls clean.

Later, I have to boil a few barrels of boiling water, let the sanitation team wash the bowls a few more times, and use boiling water to scald the bowls, and after the bottoms of these bowls are licked, she can't choose colorful ones for the sake of everyone's health. up.

Song Qiange walked up to his several pots of soup. Seafood soup and broth were the most popular, and they were the first to sell out. The tomato soup was a little inferior, but at least they were sold out in the end.

Song Qiange touched her fingers involuntarily. Luckily, the liquid wouldn't be uncomfortable and wouldn't hurt her fingers. Otherwise, she only had ten fingers, and once she used them, she would use them for life!

For the rest, there are still a few bowls of cream soup left, and borscht... It can be said that it is unsalable, but fortunately she doesn't cook much.

Cream soup and borscht are not traditional Chinese food. When she first tried them, she also saw the frowns of passers-by.It may take a while before everyone accepts them.

Song Qiange touched the tassel on the hairpin, and it was easy to reconcile it.

After the replay was completed, the next step was the cleaning session. She watched her employees get tired one by one, and Mu Yu lay quietly on the table with her eyes closed, breathing long and evenly.

Look at the tired child, he must have fallen asleep.Like a well-behaved kitten resting, so cute.

Song Qiange didn't know why, but he always preferred Mu Yu in his heart.

Maybe it's because Mu Yu is still young, I've seen her fall down and pull herself together, she has such a strong will, she has endured as much hardship as the two big sisters outside, Han You Xiangqing, and she still perseveres today up.

And sister Hanyou Xiangqing, who was rolled and brown, the elder sister Hanyou rested her chin on the table, and the younger sister Xiangqing hugged her elder sister's shoulder with her head pressed against her sister's neck. Both of them were whining and crying tired.

Sure enough, it is correct to let the health team of the general's mansion do the hygiene.

Seeing that everyone was exhausted, Song Qiange decided to cook some employee benefits herself.

She sneaked into the kitchen. Fortunately, she always had the foresight to keep a lot of food in advance, so she could cook some staff meals, and she would still be full when the health team came over to cook.

They must not be used to borscht, so Song Qiange prepared a new broth, diluted the borscht, and turned it into a tomato-flavored broth.

"Miss, what are you doing?" Mu Yu's voice suddenly sounded.

Song Qiange had just stirred the soup twice, and she almost threw the spoon out of fright.

"I'm making food for you, you are all exhausted."

"How is this possible!" Mu Yu was frightened, she came over and wanted to take Song Qiange's spoon, "You are the lady of the Song family, the wife of the general, how can you prepare food for us!"

(End of this chapter)