66: C66 Culinary Competition

C66 Culinary Competition

When it came to cooking, that kid was definitely out of the question. Since he had already said that, if he could not even produce a squirrel fish, then he must be an embroidered pillow!

At that moment, an advertisement appeared on the television.

"Luo City's Master Chef Competition is about to begin! The registration period will end in a week! "

His eyes lit up. Although he was looking at his grandfather, his ears were listening to the sounds coming from the television. He probably remembered the name in his heart and immediately came up with an idea.

"Grandfather, this grandson will remember!" I'll return to Suhang tomorrow, so Grandfather won't have to worry about me! "

At that time, Elder Wang didn't notice anything on the TV, but nodded his head and pretended that he was his grandson and changed his mind!

After Yang Song had packed up his stall, he returned home. The living room was quiet. It seemed that Meng Shihan had already gone to bed. She was already tired from all the driving and driving!

It was already more than ten o'clock in the morning. After closing up, Yang Song went to each of the midnight snacks to have a taste. He did not know if it was because of the system, but he was used to eating after closing up, mainly to looking at the time of opening up the stalls.

He didn't know why, but he suddenly didn't want to sleep that much today. Yang Song stood up and went to the top floor, as he wanted to have a good night's rest.

Just as he arrived at the flower garden on the roof, he unexpectedly saw a person in the pavilion. It was none other than Old Meng, whom he had not seen for a long time!

"Grandpa Meng, you're back?" Yang Song was a little surprised. Old Meng had not seen him for a long time! I heard that he went to participate in some national chess competition with Elder Sun!

Boss Meng did not expect this order. Yang Song was still awake. If it was before, he would have already gone to sleep at this time. At this moment, a wine jug and a small plate of peanuts were placed in front of him.

"We're back! "I guess this trip to the capital could be considered a vacation!" Elder Meng chuckled and called Yang Song over to take a seat.

Although he said he was going to participate in the national old age chess competition, according to these two stinky chess games, Yang Song felt that they were only going there to travel.

"Right!" Yang Song suddenly remembered that he had never tasted his own stir-fried rice flour before, "Grandpa Meng, this kid just studied a new dish, stir-fried rice flour. Do you want to try it?"

"Stir-fried rice flour?" That was great! Drinking wine is a bit boring, hurry up and get a taste! Now that you mention it like this, I'm really a little hungry! "

In front of Boss Meng was a bowl of peanut rice, which was used to make wine. It was inevitably a little monotonous. If he had a bowl of hot stir-fried rice noodles to eat, it would be truly comfortable!

Adding on the new thing that Yang Song had brought up, the taste would definitely be very good! So when Elder Meng thought about it, he almost couldn't hold it in anymore!

Yang Song nodded and trotted into the kitchen. Using the smallest noise, he stir-fried a bowl of stir-fried rice noodles and placed it in front of Elder Meng.

"Try it!" Facing Grandpa Meng, Yang Song had the feeling of offering a treasure.

In front of all kinds of customers, no matter how tasty the food was, no matter how much they praised it, Yang Song only smiled faintly with an extremely indifferent expression! It made people feel like experts were all like this. In the face of all these praises, they should be calm and collected.

After taking a bite of the stir-fried rice flour, Grandpa Meng's eyes lit up! He ignored Yang Song and forgot to drink even the fine wine. Instead, he ate heartily. A bowl of stir-fried rice flour was quickly finished!

"Little Yang!" This stir-fried rice flour was too little! Another bowl! " After Grandpa Meng finished eating, he handed the bowl and chopsticks to Yang Song, indicating that he wanted another bowl.

Yang Song shook his head with a smile and rejected Grandpa Meng, "No! "Although this stir-fried rice flour is delicious, it's not easy to digest. It's not good for the stomach to eat too much at once, especially for an old man like you. Just try it, and eat too much!"

Now that he had earned so much money, he would give some to his friends and relatives. What was there to be stingy about, it was just that rice flour was indeed not a good thing to eat much, especially for the elderly.

Grandpa Meng shook his head helplessly and poured a glass of white wine. He took a sip and pretended to sigh, "It's fine to be controlled by little Meng, but now you're controlling me as well. If it wasn't for the food you made, I really don't know what would have happened in the future!"

At this time, Yang Song discovered something. Grandpa Meng had also eaten a lot of good food, but his own fried rice flour used all very good ingredients. As long as one had a little tongue, he would be able to taste it.

Those who felt that the food was good were one kind of people, those who ate the ingredients were another kind of people, those who ate the ingredients were both good and bad. The last type was the best, such as himself and that Elder Wang.

Previously, with Elder Wang's personality, he shouldn't have let that young man clamor at all, but why didn't he care at all?

He couldn't figure this out, so Yang Song's face started to frown. Seeing this, Grandpa Meng laughed and asked, "What's wrong?" Little Yang, do you have any worries? "

"It can't be considered as being troubled, right?" Yang Song shook his head, shaking off these messy thoughts as he smiled: "I've only met a few irritating people. It's already been settled!"2

Grandpa Meng nodded in agreement. When he was young, he was also someone who went out to work hard. He would always run into some random people. Yang Song was in the business of opening the gate, so he would definitely run into some people he didn't want to meet.

"Alright, it's getting late. You should rest early!" Don't think too much into it. If I encounter any problems in the future that I can't solve, you might as well come and ask me! " Grandpa Meng took a sip of the white wine, stood up, and yawned. It seemed like the old man was also sleepy!

"Alright, rest early!"

"Got it!" "Brat, you're so long-winded!"

"Hehe!"

"… …"

Two days later, Yang Song set up a stall at noon or at night. The main thing was to cook the rice flour, so it was better to eat at noon or at night.

Or perhaps it was a midnight snack. What a joke, Yang Song wasn't willing to put up such a lively midnight snack stand at ten o'clock. At eleven or twelve o'clock, even Yang Song was tired and wanted to make food for them? Forget it, my life is more important!

Today, when Yang Song set up his stall at night, the time was already up. He apologized to the people behind and sat on the chair to watch the last group finish eating.

Right now, there was a limit of 100 kebabs for each type of kebabs. There was no limit to the amount of rice noodles one could buy, but everyone could buy one. Within two hours, there would only be a few dozen kebabs.

"That's right, boss, why aren't you participating in the Lou Cheng's culinary competition?"

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