Ye Guicai came to the door of the store and saw Mr. Song, the chairman of the prince, and the current general manager standing at the door.
Seeing Ye Gui, Mr. Song immediately greeted him: "The presence of the God of Cookery really makes the shop shine!"
"Hello, Mr. Song, I'm disturbing you!" Ye Gui was very polite.
"Where is it? It is our blessing that the God of Cookery can come to the prince first. It is not an intrusion. Please come in, Master God of Cookery. I have arranged a private room for you. Please come in!"
"It's okay. I just eat alone. There's no need to sit in the private room. Just eat in the lobby!"
They didn't expect Ye Gui to be so close to the people, and were stunned.
Fortunately, Mr. Song has been running a hotel all his life and immediately said: "Okay, I didn't arrange it properly. Let's go to the second floor. The second floor is the lobby!"
They personally welcomed Ye Gui to the second floor. Because it was the weekend, business was very busy and there were still customers queuing up.
Mr. Song found the manager: "The God of Cookery is here, let the God of Cookery go in first!"
The manager immediately understood: "Yes!"
Mr. Song came back and said with a smile: "Chef Ye, let's invite you in, there is already a seat available!"
But Ye Gui didn't move, and Mr. Song didn't understand what he meant: "Chef Ye, is there something wrong with the arrangement?"
"Mr. Song, everyone is still queuing up. You are using your privileges to arrange for me to jump in line. This is not good!"
“Although the diners in front of me didn’t say anything, they felt a little uncomfortable in their hearts!”
"They will think that what the prince did is unfair!"
Ye Gui pointed to the dozen or so people in front of him, everyone was still watching.
Sure enough, everyone's displeasure was almost written on their faces!
Mr. Song understood immediately and said at a loss: "But Master God of Cookery, after all..."
"Hey, the God of Cookery is just a fellow chef who looks up to me and shouts for fun. I'm just a chef. Regardless of my status as a chef, I'm just an ordinary person. I haven't made any big contributions to the country. I don't need any privileges!"
Ye Gui's words made the audience in the live broadcast room applaud loudly: "The God of Cookery is so friendly to the people!"
"I cried to death. He can obviously go to the most luxurious private room!"
"The state banquets he hosted were all well received by foreign dignitaries and greatly increased the country's reputation. However, he actually said that he had not made any major contributions. Those who picked him up at the airport, blocked the road for filming and the traffic of Internet celebrities.
Look, are you ashamed?"
The audience lining up at the scene applauded, expressing their recognition of Ye Gui's words.
Mr. Song immediately apologized to the diners who were almost cut in line: "Sorry everyone, all your purchases tonight will be 30% off!"
She is also considered a good person and immediately minimized the impact of this matter.
She waited for the table with Ye Gui here. About half an hour passed, and finally it was Ye Gui's turn.
Ye Gui sat at a seat by the window and put his cell phone away: "I'll have one of your signature lotus root and pork ribs soup, then the gluttonous bullfrog, and another Mianyang three steamed soup!"
"Yes, Chef Ye, please wait a moment!"
Chairman Song personally went to the kitchen and delivered the menu.
Her son asked in a low voice: "Mom, I always feel that this wave of comers from the God of Cookery are unkind. Should we make some tricks?"
"Go away, are you a fucking idiot? No, you are scolding me! Are you out of your mind? Are you trying to show off to the God of Cookery because we don't die quickly enough?"
Chairman Song gave his son a hard slap on the head: "You are the same age as the God of Cookery. The God of Cookery is very stable, low-key, and humble. Look at you. You drive a sports car or go to bars every day. How can I rest assured that I can give you a hotel!"
The more she thought about it, the more angry she became: "Give me the keys to your sports car, freeze all your credit cards, and take the subway to clock in to work. Your monthly salary is 3,500 yuan. If you think it's low, just go out and find a job yourself!"
