I, alone enjoy tens of billions of subsidies

Chapter 212 Picky Mr. Natsu

"grandfather!"

Xia Jing jumped over obediently, grabbed her grandfather's hand and shook it coquettishly.

"Such a big girl is so shameless!"

The old man reprimanded him, his speech was full of dialect, but Chen Hao could understand it.

"Grandpa Xia is good."

Chen Hao also went over and called out politely.

"You are the boss who kidnapped my granddaughter?" Mr. Xia looked at Chen Hao with vigilant eyes, as if he was a human trafficker.

Chen Hao was a little embarrassed, feeling that he was a liar in the eyes of the old man.

"Grandpa, what are you talking about? Boss Chen treats me very well. He just rewarded me with 10 yuan, and the salary is high. This income is more than when you worked for ten years!"

Xia Jing said braggingly.

"Is money everything? Take me to the place where you work." Xia Lao said.

"Okay!"

Xia Jing happily agreed that now that her grandfather was here, Xia Jing didn't dare to hug Chen Hao's arm, and the three of them got out of the station, got on the Hummer and went to the restaurant.

On the way, Xia Jing was showing off her financial resources for Chen Hao.

"Grandpa, you are amazing in this Humvee. It's worth 500 million. In the urban area of ​​our hometown, you can buy three houses!"

"What's the use of a good car? It's no different from the jeep I used to ride in the boss." The old man is not interested in good cars.

Xia Jing pouted when she heard this, probably because she thought her grandfather was stubborn and couldn't accept new things.

After arriving at the restaurant and getting out of the car, the old man frowned when he saw the signboard of the restaurant.

"French stewed meat shop? It's a good restaurant, why is it called by a foreign name, at least called Zuixianlou, Tianyufang or something like that." The old man expressed his opinion.

This is obviously an ancient name, which does not match the temperament of their restaurant, but in order not to offend the chef, Chen Hao did not object on the spot.

The old man no longer struggled with the name, but walked to the door of the restaurant with his hands behind his back, like a big leader inspecting.

When the gatekeeper Bruno saw Boss Chen and Boss Xia coming with an old man, he must be a big shot, so he bowed and said hello.

"It's good to use foreigners as waiters. It's a show of our country's prestige."

Mr. Xia has a bit of national integrity, so it's rare to praise Chen Hao.

Entering the dining room, Mr. Xia reached out and touched the dining table. There was no trace of dust on it. He was slightly satisfied, and then walked towards the kitchen.

The kitchen was remodeled by Xia Jing, and it was a bit of a shadow of the Xia family's traditions, so Mr. Xia didn't find fault for a while.

But when he saw that the kitchen knife was not made by Zhang Xiaoquan but made in Germany, and the iron pot was not made by Zhangqiu but made in Japan, he was displeased and said: "This kitchen utensils are not up to standard, how can you cook perfect meals?"

"Grandpa, I chose these kitchen utensils, and I use them easily, what's the matter!" Xia Jing began to act like a baby.

"Didn't I teach you that kitchen utensils are the hands of a chef, just like a soldier's gun, so don't be careless." Xia Lao taught.

Xia Jing tried to reason: "What you said is all nonsense. You have to use your own kitchen utensils. You have to use Zhang Xiaoquan's kitchen knife. If his company goes bankrupt, don't we want to chop vegetables in the future?"

"Nonsense, how could Zhang Xiaoquan go bankrupt?" Old Xia asked angrily.

"Who says you can't close down? There are so many century-old companies that have gone bankrupt." Xia Jing snorted.

"You little girl, you are so angry with me!" Mr. Xia was so angry that his white beard stood up.

"Okay, okay, you are the chef today, I can meet your request."

Chen Hao came out to be a peacemaker.

"Oh, do you have Zhang Xiaoquan and Zhangqiu iron pots? I want the whole set." The old man said critically.

He was a little bit annoyed by doing this. After all, the only granddaughter he loves has been stationed in this restaurant since he came to Baihe City. He hasn't come home for so many days. The old man cares about his granddaughter, so he blamed Chen Hao for that. That's why he was right. He picked his nose and eyes vertically, and used all kinds of high-end kitchen utensils to make Chen Hao look bad.

But the old man obviously doesn't understand Chen Hao, as long as there are things on the market, they are not a problem to Chen Hao.

Chen Hao immediately opened the tens of billions of subsidies to check the two kitchen utensils.

Zhang Xiaoquan's full set of kitchen knives is priced at 2790 yuan, with a subsidy price of 2 yuan.

A set of Zhangqiu iron pot (five), the price is 1488 yuan, and the subsidy price is 1 yuan.

Chen Hao clicked to buy without hesitation, and then had the delivery delivered to the restaurant's warehouse.

After the app showed the arrival of the goods, he asked his buddy to bring both items from the warehouse.

"There seems to be no knives and iron pans in the warehouse..."

The guy was muttering in his heart, but when he got to the warehouse, he found that there were two sets of packing cartons in the most conspicuous places. Looking at the words on them, they were the Zhang Xiaoquan knives and Zhangqiu iron pot that Chen Hao wanted.

When the carton was brought over, Chen Hao opened the package himself, and Mr. Xia looked at it in a daze.

"Is it really Zhang Xiaoquan and Zhangqiu Iron Pot?"

The old man checked over and over again, and found that the full set of models was still there, and the quality was still at the top level, which made him unable to vent his anger.

It turned out that the old man imagined that if he went to Chen Hao's restaurant and asked for all kinds of high-end ingredients and kitchen utensils, Chen Hao would definitely not be able to get them. Then he would take the opportunity to scold Chen Hao and then reluctantly cook a vegetarian meal. Unexpectedly, Chen Hao really had them here. The two kinds of inventory gave him no excuse to get angry.

(End of this chapter)