48: C48 Glowing Food

C48 Glowing Food

Glowing Food

The Ten-Thousand Year Rice that the host is tasting is a variety that has undergone a thousand years later. The rice provided by the system is the original rice that was not planted a thousand years ago. It has been strictly grinded with graphite, the smell of metal has been removed, and the fragrance of the stone has been left behind.

"The Hundred Years Dark Bone Chicken is raised in pure bamboo forest. It does not have any artificial ingredients, and its egg is extremely nutritious."

"Zang xiang pig, the pork has a light fragrance, the tenderloin meat is soft and tender, it's a great dish for cooking."

"…"

After talking so much, Yang Song finally understood. He quickly waved his hand and shouted, "I understand! It was very expensive! No problem! Then one hundred and fifty-eight! In any case, they can still afford to eat mutton skewers worth three hundred yuan, let alone this stir-fried rice flour! "

"Host, please practice more!"

"Good, good, good! I will begin now! "

As Yang Song said this, he followed the method the system taught him and began to practice. In the beginning, the taste was indeed good, but if this item was sold at a price of one hundred and fifty-eight, Yang Song would be able to beat him to death!

After continuously practicing twenty-three bowls, Yang Song finally brought out a faintly brown bowl with golden eggs. The pork was red and tender, and its surface was dotted with dark green green green flowers. With a single sniff, he could smell a hint of the freshness of the Mediterranean Red Shrimp!

"This bowl should be enough, right?" Yang Song looked excitedly at the alluring stir-fried rice flour.

"It's barely qualified. It's enough to be sold. I hope the host can practice more!"

In the anime show, when the little boss carried out the dishes, they would emit a dazzling light after the cover was removed. At this moment, Yang Song seemed to be able to see the light emitted by the stir-fried rice flour.

So dazzling! How dazzling!

Before Yang Song could blow his own trumpet, he heard a drowsy voice coming from outside the kitchen door.

"Hmm? What are you doing? It's the middle of the night and it's so noisy. No, it's not so fragrant! Yang Song! Are you making food again? "

Meng Shihan was rubbing her eyes as she blurrily walked over. However, after smelling the fragrance of the stir-fried rice flour, she immediately woke up and hurriedly shouted.

Yang Song did not stand on ceremony. He placed the rice flour on the table and said with a chuckle, "Have a taste of the freshly developed stir-fried rice flour!"

"Mhmm!" I just happened to wake up hungry! " A happy expression appeared on Meng Shihan's face.

Just as she picked up the chopsticks, Meng Shihan seemed to recall something. She asked curiously, "Why do you know how to make fried rice noodles?" Didn't you only know how to roast skewers? "

"I just learned it!" Yang Song answered coldly, "If you don't want to eat it, then forget it!"

"I'll eat, I'll eat!"

For a foodie, not being able to eat delicacies was the most painful thing to do! For example, Meng Shihan was originally just a little hungry, but after smelling a wonderful and alluring fragrance, how could she endure it?

Picking up a pair of chopsticks, Meng Shihan blew lightly on the steam emitting from the fried rice flour and then carefully stuffed it into her mouth.

This mouthful was like a balloon being stuffed into his mouth. With a bite, the feeling of the Q Bullet throbbed between his lips, filled with the rich fragrance of rice flour and seafood.

Pork, egg, seafood, and a faint aroma of bamboo leaves! What was going on?

Even though Meng Shihan was very curious, the delicious stir-fried rice flour was too delicious. There was no way for her to stop, so she could only eat the chopsticks one by one.

Seeing Meng Shi Han eat so happily, Yang Song smiled lightly and returned to the kitchen. He quickly made himself a serving. It was almost midnight, and he was about to starve to death!

After an entire night of practice, his hands were aching. Finally, he had succeeded.

With the fragrant stir-fried rice flour stuffed into his mouth, Yang Song felt that it was not a waste. It should be able to stay in the world and be viewed by everyone!

Delicious, this was truly delicious. Even though Yang Song was used to eating top-grade beef skewers or roast chicken wings, he still found this rice flour to be especially delicious.0

Perhaps he had never eaten anything similar to the main course of food before!

The taste was really good.

"Yang Song, what you're cooking right now is stir-fried rice noodles, but you really don't just want to open a midnight snack stand, do you?"

Meng Shihan was feeling depressed over this matter. She was happy when she had her meal previously, but now that she had finished, she thought about it carefully. It seemed like Yang Song really knew how to do it during the midnight snack.

What kebab! Now, there was also the Rice Noodle Roll. If there was another Egg-Fried Rice, it would really become a midnight snack stand.

"It shouldn't be! "I just happened to think of a way to cook the rice flour. Don't worry, it won't happen!" Yang Song shook his head. The system wanted him to become the future God of Cooking. If he was a God of Cooking who only knew how to eat at night, it would really be a joke.

"That's good!" Only then did Meng Shihan let go of her thoughts and said, "Alright then! I'm full, so I'll go back to sleep. That's right! Did you bring this bowl yourself? She looked so beautiful! I've never bought one! "

Only then did Yang Song react. This rice flour bowl and chopsticks was actually brought by the system. He had only paid attention to the matter of the rice flour previously, but now that he looked at it carefully, this bowl and chopstick was really brought by the system!

Suddenly, the System reminded him.

"Blue porcelain, made from an official kiln that disappeared a hundred years ago. This bowl can perfectly isolate heat and ice. Holding it in your hand, you can always keep it warm and cool."

It would not be good if someone found out about the extinct porcelain! However, since it was made of porcelain from a hundred years ago, others probably wouldn't know about it.

"I'm fine!" I just thought it was beautiful! " Yang Song smiled and tried to stall him.

Meng Shihan nodded and stood up before returning to her room.

After eating the fried rice noodles, Yang Song laid down comfortably on the chair. He held the bowl and chopsticks in his hand and carefully read the information on the system in his mind.

"What if this bowl breaks when I wash it?"

"No, the dirty bowl, the system will take it back for next time!"

This was still good, in case he had to wash himself.

Go back to bed! When he woke up the next day, it was already 11 o'clock in the morning!

Meng Shihan had long since woken up. She sat on the sofa and looked at Yang Song, who had just woken up. She shouted, "Yang Song, I want to eat stir-fried rice noodles!"

"Not anymore. If you want to eat, wait for me to set up a stall and come back!" The method of stir-frying rice flour that Yang Song obtained yesterday could only wait until the end of the stall!

"Alright!" Meng Shihan was not an unreasonable person. He reckoned that Yang Song had not prepared much rice flour, so he would have to come back at night to eat it.

After Yang Song finished washing up, he stood in the living room and picked up an apple to eat. After greeting him, he went out to set up a stall.

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