Chapter 1709 (1/2)

The soup activity is in full swing. In the next few days, more and more people pay attention to it.

The most outrageous thing is that after the third day of the activity, # Kitchen God store Tang Wang selection # ranked 17th in microblog hot search.

Really, in today's fan economy, this is the first time to search for pure food in addition to food safety problems.

Of course, as a character on the hot search, Yuanzhou naturally has many times.

On the fourth day, Song Ming took a group of chefs from the Guangdong Cuisine Association and specially contracted the whole Internet cafe to vote.

It's not because they are extravagant to pack Internet cafes, but because there are so many chefs. They throw them in a few minutes, and then stare at the screen and the messages on the activity page in the rest of the time.

”This year's diners can't. the soup with high votes is of low difficulty. Why didn't anyone vote for my ginseng medlar stewed mutton?!”

”I've learned a lot. I'll write down these means of canvassing. They may be useful in the future.”

”Tut Tut, before, some people refused to accept chef yuan as the honorary vice president. Look at the casual promotion, it exploded directly.”

……

A group of people stared intently at the screen, which made the Internet cafe owners a little confused. This group of people in suits and shoes were filled with serious expressions on their faces just like looking at the report.

Song Ming, the president of the Guangdong cuisine association here, is very happy, while Zhang Yan, the other president, is not so happy.

Zhang Yan is unhappy. He is not ”jealous” to promote Guangdong cuisine in Yuanzhou. After all, chef yuan of Yuanzhou is their chef from Sichuan. This is indelible and unchangeable!

”Dad, what are you doing with a face all day long?” Zhang Ying asked.

Ma Zhao's face is a dialect, which describes her serious expression or poor expression. Zhang Ying is not busy these days, so she often goes home to rest. She just sees her father's expression as soon as she comes back.

”It's none of your business.” Zhang Yan's language is blunt: ”if you have nothing to do, go out to travel with your friends. Don't come back for dinner as soon as you have a holiday.”

”Dad! I'm coming back to accompany you. I'm afraid you're lonely.” Zhang yingdao.

Zhang Yan sneered and said, ”don't take it for granted. As for accompanying me, I still need you to accompany me? Am I short of money or what? Your thinking has a generation gap with me.”

”Am I your own? I'll find my own trash can!” Zhang yingdao.

”That's a good feeling.” Zhang Yan remained unmoved and said, ”I can also sponsor you for the round-trip fare.”

”...” Zhang Ying has nothing to say. You know, she is also a president. Although she can't compare with Jiang Changxi, she is always speechless when she talks to her father.

”No matter what, I'll eat, drink, eat, live, use your.” Zhang Ying finally cheated with her unique skill.

Zhang Yan ignored her and turned to the study. Zhang Ying followed. She was really worried about Zhang Yan.

Originally, as the president of Sichuan Cuisine Association, Zhang Yan's study was very antique, like a piece of red sandalwood he had found before, and then there were other things piled up with all kinds of things.

”Don't step on my wood. I can't afford to sell you by catty.” Zhang Yan said that he is also a man who loves wood.

People who love wood, these four words sound strange, but in fact, they just like to collect more precious wood and don't need to carve it. They just keep it.

You know, not to mention the hundred year old yellow pear, there are few old trees in thirty or forty years.

Zhang Yan is most proud of a small piece of century old red sandalwood in his study.

”...” sell by catty, when she is pork? But Zhang Ying also knows that these woods are very expensive. The most important thing is that old wood is not only expensive, but also can't be bought with money.

Zhang Yan pondered for a while, packed up and prepared to go out.

”Dad, where are you going?” Zhang Ying asked.

”Kitchen god shop.” Zhang Yan didn't look back.

As soon as Zhang Ying listened, her eyes lit up. Maybe she could see her idol. Zhang Ying immediately said, ”I'm going too.”