webnovelfull Chapter 131 I Want to Make Things Big
Chapter 131 I Want to Make Things Big
Song Ming bounced Mengmeng around a couple of times, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.
Inside the shop, the ten benches were still packed with people, and the cobblestone street outside was teeming with people, with diners still clutching their queue numbers tightly.
Although he was a free spirit, he thought that his senior brother had come to this old street in the Jiangnan water town to "visit incognito" or to have some fun.
He absolutely could not let his arrival delay his senior brother's business.
"Alright, little Mengmeng, go sit with that older sister first. Uncle has to go to the battlefield with your dad."
Song Ming casually handed Mengmeng to Xingruo, who was walking over, and then deftly rolled up the sleeves of his white chef's uniform.
Under the almost stunned gazes of hundreds of diners, this Beijing chef, who had just been so imposing and delivered a long and eloquent speech that stunned the entire audience, suddenly...
He then very naturally picked up a rag from beside the counter and walked over to a newly vacated square table.
"Goodbye, sir/madam at table number five! Here's some water for you, and I'll take your empty bowl with me!"
Song Ming shouted, his voice crisp and clear, his hands and feet moving with an agility that was astonishing.
With a flick of his left hand, he deftly stacked three large, rough earthenware bowls in his palm. With a gentle twirl of the rag in his right hand, the greasy tabletop, once covered in soup, was now spotless, reflecting a person's image.
His movements and expression were no different from those of a young man who had been working for over a decade and earned three thousand yuan a month.
The college students and local residents sitting next to me were so nervous at first that they didn't even dare to breathe.
Just kidding, this is a head chef at the level of state banquets. Judging from what Young Master Lin and President Lu were saying, this is a real Buddha in Beijing, someone even billionaire bosses have to line up to curry favor with.
Now this important person is actually bending over to wipe the table and collect the leftover soup for them?
"Chef Song... Chef Song, how about we stack the bowls ourselves? We can't trouble you with this..."
An elderly neighbor stood up somewhat awkwardly, unsure of what to do with his hands and feet.
"Oh, sir, please sit down! Once you're inside this door, I'm just a menial worker; my senior brother is the real boss here!"
With a genuine, down-to-earth smile on his face, Song Ming put away the dirty bowl, winked at the old neighbors,
"You had a great meal today, so please tell my senior brother about it when you're out there. That way, my plane ticket won't have been wasted!!"
Seeing his unpretentious and carefree demeanor, the tense atmosphere in the shop relaxed once again.
"Haha, Chef Song is such a straightforward person!!"
"I'm so honored to have had this meal today! The chef who runs a state banquet personally wiped the table for me. I can brag about this for half a year!"
Laughter, the crisp sound of wooden chopsticks striking rough earthenware bowls, and the hissing steam constantly billowing from the high-heat steamer in the kitchen transformed this small "human touch" into a harmonious and joyful paradise.
Meanwhile, Su Chen, sitting at the corner table, looked at Song Ming mingling with the diners, and then glanced at Chen Feng, who was silently cooking in the steamy kitchen. The shadow of self-reproach on his young face had not completely disappeared.
Chen Feng used his extraordinary connections to bring in the ingredients, thus breaking through Su Ang and Zhou Heizi's supply chain blockade.
But Su Chen knew in his heart that this debt ultimately fell on "Human Fireworks" because of him.
If he does nothing today and lets Chen Feng shield him from the wind and rain, what face will Su Chen have left to show on this street, and what right will he have to call Chen Feng "Brother Chen"?
"Mu Yuan".
Su Chen gripped his phone tightly in resentment.
He turned his head, his reddened eyes staring intently at Lin Muyuan, who was happily eating beside him.
Lin Muyuan paused in his actions, raising an eyebrow: "What's wrong? Spit it out, don't look at me like that little widow."
"I want to make this a big deal." Su Chen's voice was low, carrying a resolute determination.
"Su Ang had previously sent people from the Health Bureau to cause trouble, and today he instructed Zhou Heizi to cut off Uncle Liu and Brother Chen's supplies. I have no choice but to borrow your help to stir up some fire online and expose this whole thing to the public."
Lin Muyuan narrowed his eyes slightly upon hearing this. He put down his wooden chopsticks and looked at the young master of the Su family, who usually ate, drank, and played with him, with a hint of amusement.
"You know better than I how strong Su Ang's public relations are in the south of the city."
"He can easily suppress the controversy surrounding these small, unassuming restaurants on various platforms in less than half an hour with a flick of his finger, making it so that it doesn't even cause a ripple," Lin Muyuan said calmly, his tone tinged with coldness.
"I know there's a high chance it'll be suppressed! But I still want to try!!"
Su Chen slapped his thigh, gritting his teeth, his voice carrying an unusually fierce tone.
"First, I want to use the excuse of 'a chef who runs state banquets, runs a shop in a back alley, and is blocked by local powerful forces out of envy' to throw out the story.
Even if Su Ang can suppress it for a day or two, as long as he wants to continue doing real estate business in the south of the city, he will have to be mindful of his behavior and dare not openly use such underhanded tactics against "Human Fireworks" again!
Secondly... secondly, I also want to create another wave of momentum for the everyday life of ordinary people.
Brother Chen and Uncle Liu next door used such top-quality ingredients today, and they didn't raise the price by a single penny—they're practically paying out of their own pockets! Why should those who do good deeds suffer, while those who sit in offices and share the spoils enjoy the benefits? I refuse to accept this!!