890: C890 The Mysterious Woman

C890 The Mysterious Woman

"That's right, it's me." Yang Soong did not expect that he would be recognized when he was shopping in the market.

"I was planning to go to the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion, but it wasn't because there was something wrong with it. It's because I had something to do. I've been delayed for too long, so I might as well go and eat today." Yang Liuqing had also made a guide.

It couldn't be helped, he had to go to the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion for a meal. He had to make a guide.

"What are you going to make with the tomatoes?" Liu Qing and Yang Soong started chatting.

"I'm not going to put the menu on. I'm going to take them back to practice my knife skills. I'm going to change the food for the people in the restaurant," Yang Soong said. Yang Soong said.

"Practice knife skills? Five pounds is enough?"

"Definitely not enough. I need to buy something else." Yang Soong said.

"Come back tomorrow. I'll get you another five pounds."

"Alright, thank you."

The two of them also increased their prestige. Yang Soong continued to stroll around.

A basket of potatoes, two lettuce, three catties of lotus roots, and four cabbages. Finally, he wrapped the vegetables in front of the mother and daughter stall.

Yang Soong could not hold it anymore. He discussed with the big sister selling oranges beside him. "Can you sell this cart to me?"

"Young man, you want to borrow it because you're embarrassed. Why don't you just buy it?" His sister was very understanding.

"Yes, I accidentally bought too many."

"Then put 20 yuan as a deposit and take the car to use. Return it at night or tomorrow morning. I will return the deposit to you when the time comes."

This was a free loan to Yang Soong.

Yang Soong pushed the money. "How can that be?"

"Why not? It's not a big deal." Eldest Sister pushed the cart out and helped Yang Soong place the things on it. "Don't worry, use it. Eldest Sister's cart isn't made of paper."

"Thank you." Yang Soong didn't ask his sister to do anything else. He packed his things, put down the twenty yuan deposit, and pushed the cart back.

It was not long after noon.

Yang Soong arrived at the shop and hurriedly unloaded the cart. He ran back to return the cart, and even bought three pounds of oranges to go home.

It was summer after all. The house was cool and cool, but Yang Soong still felt bored.

Meng Shihan helped him wash the small tomatoes. He set up tables and chairs at the entrance of the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion and began to contact the knife.

Carving flowers with radishes was actually nothing to most chefs.

"Carving a few flowers with radishes is not a big deal."

If he wanted to sculpt flowers, he would have to use small tomatoes.

"Brother Song, what are you doing?"

"I think he's sculpting something, but why is he holding the kitchen knife?"

That's right. Yang Soong held his Ten Directional Thunderclap Kitchen Knife in one hand and the small tomato in the other. He started to sew flowers on the tip of his finger.

The small tomato that grew naturally had a better taste. However, it also meant that they were all oddly shaped.

Yang Soong held the little tomatoes and carved them.

"Such a big knife and such a small tomato. It looks really scary."

Four people entered the gourmet street and headed straight for the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion.

They came from four different countries and were all iron gourmet lovers.

They were known as gourmet enthusiasts who had intermittent psychosis.

They were a small organization that specialized in discovering all the delicacies in the world. There were no restrictions on countries or regions, only the most sincere love for delicacies.

The famous gourmet magazine, "Ultimate Tastes," the retired manager of the old generation, and the four of them were the new successors.

The four-man team would succeed "Extreme Taste. This was inevitable. However, their seniors had given them three years to start their journey of food and travel the world.

This was a trial, to be able to choose a leader among them.

All the gourmet lovers from all over the world treated the "Ultimate Tastes" as the Gourmet Bible.

The four of them really loved food. To be able to treat dreams and love as work was definitely the luckiest thing.

The four of them were very serious when doing things. It could even be said that they were putting their lives on the line.

Everyone was like the leader of the sheep in "Extreme Taste." This was an honor.

Dazhi was originally from China. The other three also followed the custom and had China's name: Fat Wei, Qiang Zi, Small Sword, and Dazhi. Together, they were great and strong.

Fat Wei came from North America: "Dazhi, you have to promise me for the sixteenth time that this restaurant is really delicious. It's not the kind of place that people use to play cards online."

Qiang Zi came from Europe: "Dazhi, you said that the taste of this restaurant is rare in the world, is it an exaggeration? Where did you throw away the humble character of the Huaxia people? "

Small Sword was China's neighbor. "Were you cheated?"

Dazhi did not bother to argue. "You'll know once you eat it."

"Keep us guessing." Fatty Wei wasn't happy.

Dazhi ignored him and was the first to rush forward.

The other three followed closely behind.

"My luck is too good. I can actually meet Brother Song!" Dazhi had been deeply in love with Yang Soong ever since he was fortunate enough to taste a hundred roasted medicinal Yang Soongs a few days ago as a random passerby.

Fatty Jin said, "Is he peeling the Saintess Fruit?"

Qiangzi said, "Yes." 'I don't think so. He must be performing some acrobatics.'

Little Sword Path said, "He's practicing knife skills."

As a neighbor, Little Sword had some understanding of China's chefs.

"Knife edges? Does he have a grudge with his finger?" Fatty Wei was dismissive. "If he wants to sculpt, he wants to sculpt. It's still better to use Western cuisine's professional knife to carve flowers with a kitchen knife. Stupid!"

The three of them were actually somewhat against Chinese cuisine because of a lot of reasons.

For example, China had a history that had not been broken in five thousand years. For example, it had a completely different lifestyle and attitude.

There was always such a dispute about food. Who was the best in China and Western cuisine?

Such disputes were getting more and more intense.2

Some people believed that Western cuisine's etiquette was more in line with modern social etiquette, and Western cuisine was more international.

Some people even thought that the Chinese cuisine was too rigid.

The three of them had an impression that Western cuisine was inferior to Western cuisine.

At first, Dazhi argued with them.

They argued and argued. No one could convince anyone, so they decided not to argue.

The three of them were even faintly discernable. Dazhi did not panic. He didn't say much. He just went into China's food and studied it carefully.

He swore that he would find a big chef and let Fat Wei and the others experience it.

Yang Soong appeared.

When Dazhi saw Yang Soong's heroic appearance in the competition, he was moved to tears. He was one of the first fifty people to eat roasted medicinal bamboo rats.

At that time, Dazhi wanted to call Fatty Wei and the others over, but he held back.

Until he entered the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion that was normally open for business. He ordered a large table of dishes and ate them cleanly. He even couldn't help but lick his plate.

Satisfied, until he left Hundred Phoenix Pavilion, Dazhi walked home for an hour. After taking a bath and lying on the bed, he didn't even want to play with his phone. He was still savoring the aftertaste.

Beautiful food could bring people not only the desire to eat, but also the spiritual enjoyment.

Dazhi felt that he was now the male lead of a fantasy novel. He was a useless person, but in the end, he suddenly met an expert and received a divine medicine.

From then on, Dazhi's muscles and tendons changed, and he became a great master in a second.

Yang Soong was undoubtedly that extraordinary expert.

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