47: C47 Fried Rice Flour

C47 Fried Rice Flour

fried rice flour

Abalone is reared in a cage for about a year, so the container is reared in a very fast speed. But the taste and nutrition value of the container are not as good as the Abalone, and the Abalone is reared in a circle on the ground, in the water, for a longer time, about two years or so. This way, the Abalone tastes very similar to the wild, but there is a little bit of people with stronger tongues who can tell the taste of the abalones.

"And what about the real wild Australian black abalone? Right now, Australia is encouraging people to catch wild abalones, but there's no other way around it. China has too much demand, so there's no way around it being able to buy a large amount of them.

Actually, there were still some that had the same texture and pattern, but it was quite complicated to explain. Yang Song was too lazy to explain, as long as Meng Shihan knew that the two of them were eating an abalone.

After listening to all of this, Meng Shihan finally understood a bit more. She suddenly became unhappy, "Since they're being raised, then we'll have to confront them. Whatever it is will cost a thousand and eight hundred yuan, and they're still being raised. No way, let's turn back!"

"Forget it, forget it!" Yang Song ignored the trouble and shook his head. "We came here to pick up the wind anyway. They don't have much to do with us, it's not like they came here to fake it. It's too troublesome."

After all, since the main character had already said so, Meng Shihan didn't say anything. She just nodded and followed Yang Song back to the car. They started the car and drove back home.

The next day's wind collecting was actually much simpler. At night, it was still a five-star hotel. Yang Song let Meng Shihan bring him there.

After a whole day of tossing and turning about, Yang Song finally returned home. Lying on the bed, he took out his phone and opened the Reputation group. The message inside was already 99 +.

I don't know how many flowers fell in my dream: it's over, why do I suddenly have a bad premonition, the boss will say tomorrow leave!

Western painting: Don't scare me, I haven't eaten for several days. I finally managed to save up some money, so I can come to the owner's place to eat kebabs. Don't tell me, but I'm not setting up a stall tomorrow!

Chicken, you are too beautiful! I haven't eaten for a few days. I want to die, but I can't even eat midnight snacks. When I smell the smell of that trash oil, I feel really bad!

The Sweeper was me: Why don't you ask Little Liu, this guy knows the boss the best.

Yang Song looked at the flustered chatting of the crowd and smiled. I still need to apply for leave tomorrow!

Delicious Barbecue - Yang Song: @ All members, yesterday sent red packets, the meat hurts, tomorrow I don't want to open a shop, that's it, good night!

Chen Ming: F * * k! Yang Song, you're going too far

Bang!" You did find a reason two days ago, but you're not going to find one today?

Boss Liu: Bro, if you lack this 200 yuan, I'll send it to you privately. I haven't eaten your barbecue for a few days, I've lost several pounds!

Lil 'Liu: Who called me? F * ck! Boss, what are you doing?

Seeing that everyone was trying to punish him, Yang Song didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt. Yesterday, he had asked him to send a red packet, couldn't he stay here today?

Thinking of this, Yang Song was very happy. To prevent anyone from bothering him, he just turned off his phone.

On the third day, there was actually nothing much to say, just eating and drinking. Yang Song currently still didn't have much experience with cooking, but he was well aware of the quality of the ingredients.

The internet was very developed these days. Other than the knowledge in books, most of them were written by Yang Song from the internet.

Finally, the punishment was over. Yang Song laid comfortably on the bed. Since he could open a shop tomorrow, he didn't want to disturb the people in the group anymore.

"Ding dong!"

Hm? The system sent another message? Yang Song did not dare to speak anymore, and directly opened his own interface.

"Due to the host's behavior of collecting wind for three days, the future Master Chef has a better understanding of the ingredients. Therefore, the reward is: Stir-Fried Rice Noodle Roll."

Stir-fried rice flour? Yang Song was immediately interested. My god, how many days has it been? It's finally not a kebab anymore and there's finally something to stir-fry!

However, Yang Song was still a little depressed. Fried rice flour? If he added in a serving of Egg Fried Rice, he would truly be a midnight snack stall. Could he really only be a God of Cooking at midnight? No! I am the man who will become the God of Cooking!

"Host, since your level is too low and your culinary skills are not high enough, you are unable to obtain the qualifications to cook more. I hope employer can take the initiative to upgrade it!"

Yang Song shook his head helplessly. Forget it, he still said that his cooking skills were not high. Wasn't he trying hard now? What could he do?0

However, Yang Song still asked, "System, do you think I should open a shop now?"

"Host's culinary skills are too low. Opening a restaurant will belittle this system, so this is not allowed. Host, please work hard to upgrade your culinary skills!"

Straight away! You are the biggest one in the system! I won't quarrel with you! Yang Song had no choice but to sit up, put on his clothes, and go to the kitchen.

It was for no other reason, because the system had just said that one needed to practice cooking the rice flour. It was no longer like the kebab that could be baked with the help of the system; this was probably the first time the system had tried to grill Yang Song! Otherwise, Yang Song would be like a salted fish every day!

"That's not right!" Then I don't have the materials! There's only noodles in the house, okay? "

"Host, don't worry. The system will provide the materials for free, but you'll need to charge 40% of the service fee."

Forty percent? Why is the system so unscrupulous? Forget it, who told it to be right? Yang Song had no choice but to yawn before heading to the kitchen.

Yang Song, who came to the kitchen, opened the system and clicked on a piece of rice flour material. On it appeared a sparkling and translucent rice flour, a pure black egg, a gorgeous piece of pork, two bright red sea prawns, and emerald green shallots.

"Holy shit, what is this material? Black egg?!" What the hell? Shrimp? It looks like a Mediterranean red shrimp! "

"That's right!" "These ingredients are rice flour made from 10000 year old rice grains, eggs from 100 year old Blackbone Chicken, tenderloin pigs, Mediterranean red prawns and green bamboo onions."

"Then how much is the price of this dish?"

"One hundred and fifty-eight yuan!"

"As expected, but wouldn't others think that yours is too expensive?" The beef skewers are 300 yuan and the ingredients are expensive. Is it really worth that much money? "

Right now, Yang Song was a little suspicious. Even if you added meat and eggs to the five or six dollars worth of stir-frying powder, it would only cost around ten yuan. He opened his mouth right now and said one hundred and fifty-eight yuan, did anyone know how to eat it? He had eaten 10,000 year old rice before. Although it was delicious, it wasn't that expensive.

Stir-Fried Rice Noodle, the size was only one serving of fried rice noodle. Adding some meat, it shouldn't be that expensive, right?

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