Starting Hong Kong Variety Show: My senior brother is Lingling Qi.

Chapter 232 "Hey, I'll make you a bowl of noodles!"

Tsim Sha Tsui East.

Located at the tip of Tsim Sha Tsui, it is the main commercial and entertainment center of the entire Kowloon Peninsula. It not only has many famous attractions and shopping malls, but also has many well-known restaurants in Asia.

Fulinmen, Dijing, Daoxiang.
And the [Man-Han Restaurant] that A-wing booked is one of the most popular restaurants recently. The queue of guests who came to book a table has even been queued for more than ten days. This is all because of the recent "Man-Han Banquet Competition" held on Hong Kong Island. [Manhan Restaurant] The participating chef Liao Jie won the championship with a dish of "Golden Eyes and Fire Nao" made from tofu, which immediately aroused the attention and curiosity of this restaurant among Hong Kong citizens.

Even Tang Niu, the chairman of the judging panel of the competition, "The God of Cookery", praised [Manhanlou] highly and jokingly said that Liao Jie is the God of Cookery! ! !

In the car, after Zheng Jirong listened to Ayi's introduction to the [Manhan Restaurant], he nodded with satisfaction and said: "Listening to what you said, it seems that the craftsmanship of this restaurant is very good. I guess you are serious."

"As long as Brother Rong is satisfied."

"Speaking of this Tang Niu."

Zheng Jirong looked at the abortion shop outside the window and asked casually: "I asked you to investigate the whereabouts of the former God of Cookery Stephen Zhou. Is there any news?"

Ah Yi recalled for a while and said: "This matter has always been handled by the Twelve Young Masters, but I heard him mention it some time ago. It seems that Stephen Zhou has disappeared from the world since his bankruptcy. He has been in charge of this matter according to Brother Rong's request. Temple Street sent people to keep an eye on him, but so far they haven’t seen Stephen Zhou showing up.”

Hearing this, Zheng Jirong said: "How can it be so easy for a living person like him to disappear from the world? You all should keep an eye on him and report to me as soon as you have any news about him."

"clear."

While they were talking, the car also drove to the door of Manhan Tower.

After taking Ruan Mei's hand and getting out of the car, Zheng Jirong glanced at the door of the restaurant and couldn't help but frown. Although it was the first day of the new year, there were many people queuing up at the door of the restaurant to go in for a meal. The queue was even long. The line reached the end of the street.

Tie Dan and others who came out of the car behind saw this and said dissatisfiedly: "What the hell? There are so many people. By the time we get to the queue, we can all go home for dinner."

After Zuo Zuo heard their complaints, he explained to Zheng Jirong: "Brother Rong, don't worry, our private room was booked half a month ago, there is no need to queue, just go in."

Zheng Jirong nodded after hearing this and said, "Well, lead the way."

The citizens who were lining up in a long queue at the door suddenly saw Zheng Jirong and the others cutting in line and rushing into the restaurant regardless, and they all looked at them dissatisfied.

However, when they saw that everyone in this group was tall and tall, and their brows did not resemble ordinary people's temperament, they all stopped cursing on their mouths and turned away from their curses towards Zheng Jirong and others. To the heart.

But unlike them, Zhao Gangsheng, who was busy in the restaurant, saw the commotion outside the door. He frowned and stepped forward and scolded: "Hey! Do you have any quality? Everyone is queuing up in a regular manner. How dare you jump in line?!"

After hearing this, the left hand who was walking at the front said to him: "Don't be so anxious when you speak. We are not cutting in line. Besides, even if we are cutting in line, so what?"

"Yoho?!"

Seeing this, Zhao Gangsheng opened his stance and shouted: "You dare to fool around in front of me? Don't you know that I used to be a high-profile member of the society? Don't you know that I know kung fu?!"

When he was about to say a few more cruel words, Zheng Jirong stepped forward with a smile and said to Zhao Gangsheng: "Little brother, we are not jumping in line. We have already booked a private room before. You can check."

"late!"

After Zhao Gangsheng finished speaking, he slapped his chest with a palm, but as soon as the palm was swung out, it was blocked by a finger. Zheng Jirong looked at the eyebrows in front of him that were somewhat similar to those of Ah Zhan. Zhao Gangsheng put a finger on his palm. The bullet instantly pushed him back several meters and hit him on the counter.

"I rely on!"

Zhao Gangsheng rubbed the bumped waist and looked at the man in front of him in astonishment. He had been learning kung fu from Chef Long, who knew martial arts. Even Chef Long praised him for his talent in martial arts, but I didn't expect that today I would be defeated by this man with just one finger.

Ah Yi stepped forward at the right moment and said, "The private room was booked half a month ago. My name is Hong Renjiu. Please take a look."

Zhao Gangsheng was a little disapproving at first, but his heart suddenly tightened when he saw the speaker. He had been a gangster in East Tsim Sha Tsui for more than ten years, and he recognized at a glance that this person was the leader of Helian Sheng Tsim Sha Tsui. King of Hell Wings!
This guy had been talking to the person who was fingering him, so he didn't recognize it at first, wait!Since he is King Yi of Hell, wouldn't those who listen to him lower his head speak?
hiss~
After Zhao Gangsheng took a breath of cold air, he quickly stepped forward, stretched out his hand to hold Zheng Jirong's hand, and apologized: "I'm sorry, my tone was a little harsh just now, I'm really sorry."

Seeing this, Zheng Jirong smiled casually and said, "Take us to the private room."

"Okay! Please follow me, hey, be careful of the steps."

After sending them into the private room, Zhao Gangsheng closed the door with a smile. The smile on his face instantly dissipated, and turned into a fluke for the rest of his life. He breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest fearfully.

I didn’t expect that the biggest socialite in Hong Kong would come to eat at Man Han House. Aren’t these socialites all dignified?

At this time, a little old man who looked very similar to Wenxi ran over from upstairs. This person was Ou Zhaofeng, the owner of Manhan Restaurant. He had heard from the waiter that someone was making trouble, so he hurried over from the kitchen.

After seeing Zhao Gangsheng, he hurriedly asked: "What's wrong, Gangsheng? I heard that there are bastards who dare to jump in line and cause trouble?"

"Shhhhh!!!"

Zhao Gangsheng quickly motioned for him to lower his voice, and then said: "Boss, please lower your voice. They didn't jump in line. They booked this private room half a month ago."

"Oh," Ou Zhaofeng said with a smile, "As long as it doesn't cause trouble."

He then asked strangely: "Why are you so nervous? Is there anything special about these private room guests?" "Of course they are special! They are..."

Zhao Gangsheng was about to reveal the identities of Zheng Jirong and others, but he thought that Boss Ou usually hated these high-end society, and often scolded Huasheng Property in front of them for charging too high, so he paused and changed his words:

"They are famous rich people in Hong Kong Island. We must cook a few special dishes for them to try. If they think it is delicious, our restaurant's reputation will spread among the rich circles."

"Really? You really can't neglect it. You go to the kitchen and let Liao Jie enjoy the snacks. I'll go in and say hello to them."

"what?"

"Oh shit, go!"

After Zhao Gangsheng turned back in three steps, Ou Zhaofeng straightened his collar, coughed twice and knocked on the door of the private room. After getting the reply from inside, he opened the door and entered the private room with a smile on his face.

He glanced calmly and saw that the entire round table was already full, not only women but also old people and children. It seemed like this was a rich man's family banquet, Ou Zhaofeng thought.

Zheng Jirong, who was teasing Xinxin, saw the kind-faced little old man in front of the door and asked with a smile: "What can I do for this gentleman?"

"Hahaha", Ou Zhaofeng cupped his hands and said with a smile: "I am Ou Zhaofeng, the owner of this restaurant. I don't know if you have any taboos, so I came here to ask."

After finishing speaking, he walked to Zheng Jirong who was sitting at the head table in a familiar manner, picked up the teapot on the table and filled his cup, and then said: "Sir, don't be offended. This is the rule of our restaurant. When you meet a distinguished guest, Be sure to ask these questions clearly to avoid neglecting everyone."

Zheng Jirong replied with a smile: "Boss Ou, you're welcome. We don't have any taboos. Just bring out whatever signature dishes your restaurant has."

"Okay, okay." After Ou Zhaofeng poured the tea, he looked at Zheng Jirong, who looked familiar, and asked curiously: "Have we met this gentleman? He looks very kind."

"Really? I've always lived in Mong Kok. Maybe you've seen me before when you were shopping for groceries."

"Mong Kok? Sir, you live in Mong Kok. Do you know the town of Guanxi from Huasheng Group?"

Hearing this, Zheng Jirong looked up at him and said, "I have met him a few times. Do you want to see him for anything?"

"What am I looking for with him?"

Ou Zhaofeng put down the teapot, shook his head and said: "Now the businessmen in Kowloon are getting more and more difficult. It's all because of this town of Guanxi, a genuine profiteer!"

Zheng Jirong raised his hand slightly to stop Jimmy and others who were about to speak. He smiled at Ou Zhaofeng and asked, "A dog profiteer?"

"Isn't Zhen Guanxi a dog profiteer? This bastard dog profiteer's subordinate, King of Hell, is even more of a bastard! A bastard among beasts!"

"Oh! A beast among beasts?"

Zheng Jirong glanced at A Yi, who had a dark face, and continued to ask Ou Zhaofeng, "Do you have a big grudge against him?"

"Of course!"

Ou Zhaofeng slapped the table and cursed: "The property contract that Huasheng Properties signed with us said it would change every three years. The contract clearly stated 'three yuan per foot'! But in the past six months, the contract has been renewed. I signed the contract twice, and it went from three yuan to nine yuan! It has doubled! Our restaurant has to pay tens of thousands of yuan in property fees every month. What do you mean by saying that Zhen Guanxi is not a profiteer?!"

"The King of Hell is even more outrageous. As long as any of our merchants in Tsim Sha Tsui disagrees with the price increase, he will directly send people from the property management company to sit in our store, order a cup of tea and sit there from morning to night, which makes us miserable. We can’t even do business. As long as we don’t sign the contract, they will come every day. It’s more exciting than society!”

"I understand."

Zheng Jirong frowned when he heard this. After he glanced at Jimmy and others who were silent, he smiled and said to Ou Zhaofeng, "Boss Ou, I will tell Huasheng Mr. Zheng what you think when I have time."

"Really? Thank you very much then."

Ou Zhaofeng was overjoyed when he heard this. After knowing that the guest in front of him knew Zhen Guanxi, he was about to express some opinions on Huasheng Property when Zhao Gangsheng, who had been eavesdropping for a long time outside, suddenly broke in.

He first smiled apologetically at Zheng Jirong and others, then grabbed Ou Zhaofeng's arm and tried to pull him out, "Boss, why are you still disturbing the guests here? Chef Liao is looking for you for something."

"Isn't he working on new dishes?"

After Ou Zhaofeng replied, he suddenly raised his finger and said to Zheng Jirong and others: "Hey, let me get you a bowl of noodles to try."

“The latest new dish developed by our Chef Liao, baked carp noodles, made in Hong Kong style.”

"Okay."

Zheng Jirong nodded and smiled: "Don't add chopped green onion."

"okay!"

(End of this chapter)