Fake Prodigal

Chapter 543

The diners around were stunned, gasped, and opened their mouths in disbelief. Even if they met a big eater and ate more than 70 plates of snacks, they would still be exhausted.

Could it be the reincarnation of a starving ghost?

The diners whispered, whispered, and laughed from time to time, waiting to see the excitement!
Li Hao was speechless for a moment, holding a bowl of Chezai noodles, lowered his head to eat the noodles, feeling very upset, the lame uncle is still unscrupulous, it’s fine to show off his wealth in a five-star hotel, but it’s not idle to go to a food stall to pretend to be a local tyrant It hurts!

Uncle Lame took a mouthful of Chezai noodles, closed his eyes to taste, shook his head and said: "It tastes so familiar, I haven't tasted it for a long time, and Yang Ji's Chezai noodles have not lost their craftsmanship!"

Li Hao couldn't laugh or cry, and said weakly: "Uncle, can you keep a low profile, eating Chezi noodles is so high-profile, how embarrassing!"

The lame uncle smiled without saying a word, lowered his head and ate the noodles, making a crisp sound, as if he had been hungry for a long time and hadn't eaten.

The diners around looked disdainful and contemptuous, and the lame uncle was too ugly to eat, and he was ashamed to dance with him, and they all turned their heads away.

Li Hao took a bunch of spicy fish balls, smiled wryly and said, "Uncle, if you have nothing to do, find me at the snack street, don't just tease me!"

Uncle Lame pretended to be mysterious, put down the big empty bowl, wiped his mouth, and said with a smirk: "The show is yet to come, let's calm down with a Cuban cigar!" Give Li Hao a cigar.

Li Hao lit his cigar and looked around at the diners, but found no acquaintances. Uncle Lame is not a boring person, so if he came out to eat, he couldn't be pretending to be in the snack street, there must be something wrong!

"Damn it!" Li Hao exclaimed, looking at the big food stall in front of the door, the chef who was proficiently shaking the big spoon and sweating profusely. Uncle Jian, who is lame and enters the bitter kiln, how can he open a snack food stall and become a master chef?

The crippled uncle smiled, swallowed the clouds comfortably, snapped his fingers, and called the waiter to come over, and said arrogantly: "Five hundred copies of Chezai noodles, the uncle wants to pack and take away!"

The young man looked dull, looked at the rich lame uncle, and said embarrassingly: "Boss, don't be kidding, five hundred servings is enough for half a year!"

The lame uncle flicked the cigarette ash, and said arrogantly: "Uncle is a contractor. He has eight engineering teams and hundreds of construction workers. Let alone [-] servings of car noodles, even [-] servings are not enough to eat! "

Li Hao was indifferent, took out a roll of beautiful knives and smashed it on the table, swept over the hesitant young man, and teased: "Little brother, if you have business, don't rush to do it. You can't get along with anyone, and you can't get along with money!"

There was no sound in the food stall, diners looked over one after another, staring at the green roll of beautiful knives, with hot greed flashing in their eyes, [-] dollars is enough to sell the food stall, and nouveau riche are rich, so they go to the food stall to show off their wealth.

The little boy smiled, his mouth was crooked, nodded and bowed his head, and said, "It's just five hundred pieces of car noodles. I'll inform the master immediately, and it will be ready in two hours!"

"Go!" The lame uncle waved his hand, sent the little boy away, stared at Li Hao appreciatively, and said playfully, "Little brother is a beautiful sword, you are so high-profile, it is easy to attract people's attention and trouble. "

"Every other!" Li Hao didn't care, and began to sweep up the rich snacks, more than 30 kinds of special snacks, with completely different tastes, each with its own characteristics!

The lame uncle smiled without saying a word. After tasting a few snacks, Chunfeng proudly stared outside the door with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

In front of the food stall, blue and red flames sprang up from the fire, making a crackling sound. Yang Zhijian wiped the sweat from his brow, blushed and had a thick neck, struggling to shake the spoon.

After ten years of imprisonment and endless hard life, the lame uncle has forged a heart of stone. Looking at the downcast Yang Zhijian, he shows no mercy at all, but feels the joy of revenge.

Li Hao turned his head and looked at Uncle Jian who was so busy, not only felt pity, Uncle Jian was not young, but also came to be a master, and it was embarrassing!
The year before last, Uncle Jian returned his wealth, drove a luxury car and carried foreign girls, and was a majestic man. He was a rich man everywhere, but his investment failed, and he fell into a big pit in the western suburbs. He became a master with nothing!

Life is really impermanent, opportunities and risks coexist, the lucky ones get rich overnight, and the unlucky ones go bankrupt overnight!
Obviously, Uncle Jian is the representative of the unlucky ones. It is no wonder that he stepped into the dwarf's boat and went bankrupt.

Two hours later, Uncle Jian was still shaking his ladle. Under the heat of the stove, he was sweating profusely and panting heavily.

Li Hao secretly admired it, no wonder Uncle Jian was able to make a fortune, and his perseverance is worth learning.The billionaire fell from the altar and became a wage earner on the street. His psychological quality is too strong, and ordinary people can't bear it long ago, and they are vulnerable and commit suicide.

"A Jian is still A Jian, and his character of enduring humiliation has not changed!" The lame uncle said meaningfully after taking a sip of cold beer.

"Uncle Jian mixed up like this, I never expected it!" Li Hao sighed.

"Dude, another five hundred bowls of wings!" The lame uncle slapped the table and said boldly.

"Boss, later!" The boy saw something was wrong, he said something perfunctory, ran out the door quickly, and informed the master who was shaking the spoon.

Yang Zhijian put down the iron pan, turned off the stove, wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel, walked into the food stall, glanced at the diners, and fixed his eyes on a table by the window, where there were dishes and dishes on the table, full of wine and vegetables, one old and one old. Young people sat at the table, chatting and laughing in high spirits.

The old man was wearing a top hat, smoking a smoking Cuban cigar, wearing a suit and leather shoes, and had a civilized stick in his hand. He looked like a western gentleman.

The young man was rather handsome, wearing diamond-encrusted golden clothes and a striped casual suit, full of nouveau riche temperament.

An old man and a young man were Lame Uncle and Li Hao, their rivals appeared in the food stall. Yang Zhijian was quite surprised, thinking that he was bankrupt and had nothing left, so why not be afraid!

"Haha, Big Brother and Young Master Li are here to support you, the small shop is full of glory!" Yang Zhijian laughed heartily, sat down across from Uncle Lame unceremoniously, took a bottle of cold beer, bit open the bottle cap, and drank with his head up. Take a big gulp.

"A Jian's cooking skills are good, and Che Zai's noodles are on time!" Uncle Lame teased.

"When we were young, our brothers had no money to eat Chezai noodles. I went to do odd jobs in a snack bar, secretly learned the crafts of the master chef, and made them for you when I came back. I didn't expect that I would still be able to use them when I was old!" Yang Zhijian was full of emotion. .

"Uncle Jian, are you the owner of the food stall?" Li Hao asked curiously.

"Yang's foreign trade went bankrupt, and I still have to live, so I opened a food stall to eat a bite of food!" Yang Zhijian said flatly.

"You are worth billions, how could you go bankrupt?" Li Hao asked.

(End of this chapter)