35: C35 Pavilion Barbecue

C35 Pavilion Barbecue

1"It's okay, Grandpa Meng. It's not that I don't want you to eat, but since you're old, this beef will be yours in the future!" "Don't eat too much, it's easy to not digest. Today, I'll get you something else to eat!" Yang Song was not stingy at all as he had made so much money. So what if he treated people who were good to him to a little more beef?

Just like how you walk along the road with a thousand yuan and touch your pocket and say, Hey, you lost five yuan, would you feel sorry for it? Not at all!

Except, of course, for the miser and the barb.

Grandpa Meng was not a person who didn't know what was good for him. He nodded and said, "Don't worry, Little Yang! For the sake of being able to eat your delicacies for a few more days, I will definitely take note of it! "

"It's good that you know this!" At this time, Meng Shihan also walked up and heard him say, "I hope you can remember to stop drinking so much! "Don't drink white today, you just need to drink beer with the younger generation!"

"Junior?" Old Meng was a little doubtful. He looked at Yang Song and said, "Little Yang, didn't you say you don't drink alcohol? "Why are you drinking with this old man today?"

"I don't like to drink, but someone is drinking with you today!"

Yang Song laughed as he pointed at the gate. Soon, a group of people came out from the inside. They were Chen Ming, Wu Bin, Wang Xu, and finally, Chen Donglai, who had an uncomfortable expression on his face.

Old Meng was a little curious now. He smiled and said, "Little Yang, are you treating your friends to a meal today?"

"That's right, they knew that I rented a new house and they wanted to make a ruckus here, so they decided to bring it here today. Grandpa Meng, just don't mind the ruckus!" Yang Song started preparing the ingredients one by one with a helpless smile.

"Why would it be noisy? This old man fears loneliness the most. My own granddaughter has been gone for two to three years, and I've been lonely for a long time! " Of course Old Meng would not mind the liveliness. This man was an old man! I just like to be busy.

"This is?"

Chen Ming asked curiously as he saw an incomparably spirited old man sitting in the pavilion.

Old Meng did not wait for Yang Song to introduce himself and began to introduce himself, "Hello, everyone!" I'm Grandpa Meng, Meng Shihan's grandfather, who lives next door. I'm also the landlord who rented the house to Little Yang! "

"Grandpa Meng, then did you make this roof?" Wang Xu was also familiar with this place. He was not at all afraid of strangers as he began to ask the questions that interested him.

Seeing that someone was interested in his own courtyard, Grandpa Meng seemed to start a conversation. He began to endlessly tell everyone about how he had worked so hard to make his courtyard look like a garden.

Everyone was listening to this story with great interest. Yang Song laughed and began to roast something, the gluten, beef skewers, fried leeks and chicken wings, they were all roasted six points each. There were six people at the scene, so everyone could have one each first.

Chen Donglai wasn't listening to Grandpa Meng's story about his past, but was staring at Yang Song's barbecue method and the soy sauce. Yang Song also noticed this and didn't care about it at all.

That's not right! These methods were very normal! He had done the same thing when he was selling the barbeque back then! Impossible! Until he saw the alluring luster of the kebabs. Only then did he become completely confused and confused.

Very quickly, the fragrance started to slowly spread out, the incomparably tempting fragrance filled the noses of everyone present, Chen Ming and the others were still alright, after all, they had already eaten, and their appearances were still alright. However, Yang Song's friends were like prisoners who had starved for more than ten days, seeing the fragrant kebabs, their eyes almost popped out, and they continuously swallowed their saliva.

Even Chen Donglai, who had been looking disdainfully at Yang Song's barbecue, couldn't help but gulp down a lot of saliva.

"Ol 'Three, you really have some skills!" This taste, I've never tasted it ever since I was born! "

Wu Bin could be considered as someone who had eaten a lot of good food. Even now, he couldn't help but praise Zhang Xuan. After speaking, he swallowed another mouthful of saliva.

Grandpa Meng also knew that as long as Yang Song made something delicious, he wouldn't be in the mood to listen to his story. Thus, he grasped the rhythm of the story and stopped talking. He also looked at Yang Song's kebab with envy.

Chen Ming was the first to react and shouted in surprise: "Yang Song, leek root is chicken wing? Is this what you meant by a new dish? "

"That's right!" Looking forward to it? " Yang Song nodded. As he spoke, he swiped the soy sauce towards the kebabs.

At this time, Meng Shihan recalled Yang Song's earlier words, which said she only knew two kinds of kebabs. She asked in a proud tone, "Does this kid really only know two types of kebabs?"

When Chen Ming heard Meng Shihan's question, he forcefully shifted his attention to her. He would still be able to eat later. If he let the beauty get angry, then it would be a loss to him.

"That's right!" "At first, this brat only used to grill the gluten, but after a period of time, he finally got the beef skewer. Now, two more have come out, which really pisses me off!"

"Are there really only two? "Nothing else?"

"Forget about the kebabs, they don't even sell for a bottle of mineral water!"

Speaking of this, Chen Ming was depressed. He had always wanted to drink beer and eat kebabs, but this guy just didn't want to sell. He had to go somewhere else to buy some. This was too much!

Just as everyone was chatting, the kebabs were finally done. Yang Song divided each dish to everyone and said with a smile, "Alright, everyone, quickly try it!" See if I cook well or not, Chen Donglai, you better have a taste! "

Speaking of which, Yang Song purposely spoke slowly so that Chen Donglai could hear.

When the latter heard this, his face changed. He initially wanted him to throw away all the kebabs and run out, but the tempting aroma made him unable to resist picking up a skewer filled with beef skewers and stuffing it into his mouth.

This time, although Yang Song had prepared a hot pot with soup, he did not want everyone to come in order. His friend had dinner together because he wanted to be happy.

At this time, Yang Song saw that everyone was gorging themselves and he was not idle either. He roasted a new dish, leek, root, and chicken wings for himself.

Holding the two new dishes, Yang Song took a look and decided to take a bite of the leek first! He gently removed the two leeks and sucked them into his mouth. The taste that he had thought would be very dry was gone; it was filled with the juice of vegetables, while it was slightly crispy outside from the charcoal fire. The fragrance of spices had already completely blended into the leek.

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