The Strongest Man On Earth: Starting From Setting Up A Street Stall

Fumanlou is a private restaurant positioned at the mid-to-high end.

Because the ingredients are clean and hygienic and taste good.

So even if the price is not low, there is still an endless stream of diners coming and going.

When Zhao Yan came here, there were already colleagues waiting in line for meals.

There are those who are wearing yellow robes, and there are also those who are possessed by elves.

"Has dinner been served on the 68th?" Zhao Yan stepped forward and asked.

The waiter in charge of the takeout area looked at the order.

"No, it's still early. Just wait."

"How much longer?"

"have no idea."

At this time, a takeaway boy next to him couldn't help but said: "Brother, don't be anxious, I haven't even delivered the meal on the 58th!"

"..."

wipe!

Isn't it?

Zhao Yan had no choice but to wait patiently.

five minutes later.

Some riders can’t help but start urging orders.

You must know that they take several orders at a time, and time is very tight. If you are late, you will be charged.

"Stop pushing! What are you pushing for? If you have the guts, you can do it? There are only so many masters, and the customers in the store are also waiting, right?"

The waiter was agitated by the constant urging and couldn't help shouting.

Zhao Yan lowered his head and looked at his phone.

He took the order.

However, there is not enough time.

There are about 40 minutes left, if you start now, you can still make it in time.

Just now he saw that No. 58 had just left, which meant that there were at least ten orders left.

"Are you true to your word? Can you do it yourself?" Zhao Yan quickly confirmed.

He finally waited for an order, and it would be disgusting if he got a bad review.

"Of course, if you have the ability, just do it yourself."

The waiter crossed his arms, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

He felt very contemptuous in his heart. A takeout delivery person could only make instant noodles at most.

If you want to make the taste of their Fumanlou, you should practice for more than ten years!

"Very good, I'll start doing it right now."

Zhao Yan picked up order No. 68 and rushed directly into the store, heading towards the kitchen.

He calculated it and found that if he did it now, he could deliver it within the specified time.

The other waiting riders looked at Zhao Yan's back with confused expressions.

Boy, go crazy.

If you are asked to join, if you really join, are you not afraid of being complained and fined by the platform?

"Alas, what are you doing! Stop him quickly!"

The waiter was stunned for a moment, and when he saw Zhao Yan actually going in, his expression suddenly changed.

The kitchen is very busy right now, if we see a delivery boy coming in to cause trouble.

Then he will definitely be scolded, and maybe even expelled.

The lobby manager was greeting the guests to sit down. When he heard the waiter's call, he turned around in surprise.

I saw a flash of bright yellow coming into view, and I was about to rush into the kitchen.

"Bold! Stop!"

With an angry shout, the lobby manager seemed to be possessed by Zhang Fei, and his hair and beard were spread out.

Then he rushed over to pull Zhao Yan away.

How dare a mere delivery boy do anything in front of him?

"What are you doing? Let go, I'm going to be late." Zhao Yan frowned and looked at the lobby manager who held his arm.

"Humph, what does your lateness have to do with me? Our kitchen does not allow outsiders to enter."

The lobby manager snorted disdainfully and was about to pull the person away.

He has also practiced well.

Even two or three young people are no match for him.

"Your people said that if you don't want to wait, you can do it yourself. Can't you afford it?"

Hearing this, the lobby manager laughed angrily.

"Just you? Have you never eaten the food at Fumanlou? With all due respect, if you have eaten it once, you will never say this. If you don't believe me, ask everyone here."

Do you really think that cats and dogs can come to their restaurant and be chefs?

Some diners who heard the news nodded in agreement.

If any takeaway boy can make dishes with the same taste as Fumanlou, then wouldn’t they, the petty bourgeoisie who spent a lot of money, be wronged?

"Labour and management care about you so much? Since you said this, you must be responsible for it, otherwise you are not deceiving consumers?"

"Hurry up and let go, or I won't be polite."

Zhao Yan glanced at the lobby manager lightly and gave an ultimatum.

Every point is precious to him now.

"Haha, why are you so rude? I told you so loudly and angrily, but you didn't listen. It seems that if I don't teach you a lesson, you don't know how high the sky is."

The lobby manager didn't take Zhao Yan's words to heart.

Today's young people seem to be more crazy than the other, but in fact they are all just show-offs, just bragging.

He has seen many such people.

"Fine."

Zhao Yan twisted his neck, then pulled and pushed.

The lobby manager only felt a strong force coming from him, and then his body began to retreat uncontrollably.

Kick, kick, kick, kick!

He retreated seven or eight meters in a row before sitting down.

The bottom of her buttocks felt soft, and her waist seemed to be held by someone.

Could it be that I was saved by a beautiful woman?

The lobby manager, who was originally confused, felt a little hopeful.

He was going to take a look at his benefactor, and if possible, it would not be impossible to offer him his blessing.

He raised his face, and a big, rough face appeared in his sight.

When their eyes met, time seemed to have stopped.

After a long time, an angry female voice sounded: "Okay, Li Hao, no wonder you want to break up with me. So you like this? Bah! Disgusting!"

The woman looked contemptuous and left cursing.

The lobby manager was dumbfounded.

Why is he a man? !

The diners were also stunned, never expecting that such a change would happen.

The noisy sound outside attracted the attention of the chef.

Soon, a young man wearing a chef's uniform came out.

Before he could see the situation clearly, he said angrily: "What's the noise outside? Isn't it affecting the chefs' cooking?"

"That's right, little brother, let me borrow some clothes!"

Zhao Yan's eyes lit up and he started directly.

There is still a necessary sense of ritual when cooking.

"What are you doing? Stop, don't come over..."

The young man was fierce in appearance but weak in heart. He fought and retreated, but in the end he was just one move away.

In just one minute, all that was left was a pair of big panties.

His eyes were dull as he watched Zhao Yan enter the kitchen.

After a long time, a voice as shrill as a drake sounded: "Here comes someone! Help! It's indecent!"

While screaming, he covered his body and ran around like a headless fly.

"Quick! Go call the security guard!" The lobby manager didn't care to look at the person affectionately, and jumped up quickly and started shaking people.

Kitchen.

"Who are you? Where is Xiao Yang?" A chef noticed Zhao Yan.

"Xiao Yang has diarrhea."

Zhao Yan didn't say much and just found an empty stove.

Recalling the dishes on order No. 68, I quickly started looking for ingredients and started cooking.

Exquisite knife skills and smooth spoon handling.

The chef who was cooking was very surprised.

Who is this guy?

Could it be the boss’s new chef? It looks like something.