1011: C1011 When Can I Eat It Again

C1011 When Can I Eat It Again

In the next few days, Yang Soong accompanied his father and looked through all his old friends.

The great chef of Hundred Phoenix Pavilion, Yang Soong. How many people in Luocheng were holding banknotes and waiting in line to eat his dishes?

Yang Soong ran to someone else's house and cooked for free.

Chen Ming ate a lot of good food and took pictures as he ate. "This dish is not on the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion's menu. "

"Not on this one either. "

"There's also this dish. "

"[Eat more, eat more. Persist, I can still eat more. ]"

. . .

He had never seen anyone eat before. There were even people clenching their fists to encourage themselves.

Old Xu's entire family was very surprised. "Soong, your friend must have suffered a lot in the past, right?"

This way of eating was like swallowing a plate.

Yang Soong was a little embarrassed. He held Chen Ming's arm and quietly said, "You better be a good man. "

This kid came all the way here to embarrass him.

"Brother Song, tell me the truth. Are you not going to serve the menu for this dish?" Chen Ming indicated that he did not care about losing face, nor did he care about his arm being pinched.

The reason he was alive was to eat delicious food.

"We will meet sooner or later. " Yang Soong understood what Chen Ming meant.

"That means I don't know when I will be able to eat it again. "

How could he become successful?

For the sake of delicious food, what was there to be reluctant about?

Old Xu's grandson and granddaughter had the same thoughts as Chen Ming.

"I've never eaten such delicious pork knuckle before. I can still eat it. "

"The fried fish cooked by big brother is really delicious!"

"Dumplings can even bloom. It's delicious, delicious, and delicious. . . "

The adults also knew how to pretend to be reserved, and the children did not care about that.

If they were delicious, they had to eat more!

What a simple logic.

The Xu family's son-in-law, Qian Fen, rushed back in time. "Dad, we're back to celebrate your 70th birthday! We specially invited a chef from the city over!"

The husband and wife wore gold and silver, and behind them was a strong black chef in a snow-white uniform.

The contrast between black and white was exceptionally stimulating.

Old Xu saw his youngest daughter and said happily, "Your Uncle Yang brought Soong here. He made us a table full of dishes. The taste is good. "

Old Xu was very happy that his daughter and son-in-law were thinking about him. He didn't want to embarrass Old Yang and his son.

He couldn't just flip the table when his daughter and son-in-law brought the chef back.

When she heard that it was someone from the Yang family, Xu Xiaomei's face instantly drooped.

"Dad, this Chef Sun was specially invited from the city by our husband and wife. There are hundreds of them a day. It would be a waste to leave them there. "

Yang Soong wanted to laugh. Did he treat the chef as something? It would depreciate even if he put it there.

When he took another look, Chef Sun actually showed off his smug face.

Fine, I don't read much.

Old Xu also didn't expect it to be so expensive. "Hurry up and send this chef back. "

"Why are you spending money randomly?"

He felt his heart ache for that day.

Chen Ming sighed beside him. Little did he know, in the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion, each of these dishes was counted in three digits.

While sighing, Chen Ming sent the pictures stored in his phone to a few groups of the Yang family's army.

After sending the pictures, he ran away, not caring about the lives of the people in the group at all.

"How can that be? Dad, we finally managed to invite Chef Sun here. We have already given him the money and can't return it!" Xu Xiaomei said.

Her husband, Liu Eryang: "Dad, why are you eating these home-cooked dishes on your 70th birthday? How boring? I should eat something better. We have even prepared the ingredients, and Chef Sun knows how to cook palace dishes. These are all the dishes that the Emperor and Empress had eaten in the past. Don't you want to try them? "

All mortals have the dream of an Emperor.

Old Xu was truly tempted. At the very beginning, Yang Soong said that he had just learned how to cook, but the dishes he cooked were already so delicious. This Chef Su seemed to be much older than Yang Soong, and he even knew how to cook palace dishes.

Then, would the dishes cooked be even more delicious?

Old Xu couldn't imagine how delicious it would be if the dishes cooked by Yang Soong were more delicious than the ones cooked by Yang Soong.

If he really asked Chef Sun to cook, he would slap Yang Soong and his son in the face.

Chen Ming said from the side, "I have never seen anyone who is more delicious than the dishes cooked by my Brother Song. "

Xu Xiaomei immediately glared at him. "Chef Sun, start cooking now. Let some poor people see what it means to be delicious!"

Yang Soong glanced at Chen Ming and didn't say anything.

Chen Ming was so happy being called poor. "It was really not easy. "

There would also be a day when he would be called poor.

"Brother Song, this little shrew actually dares to call you poor. Do you want to teach them how to behave?" Chen Ming said.

Yang Soong stretched out his hand, grabbed Chen Ming's collar, and lifted him up. "You are so capable, and you even know how to sow discord between us. "

Chen Ming was the one who could not bear to be angry. He knew that as long as the other party did not go too far, even if Yang Soong suffered some losses, he would still like to settle things peacefully.

This fellow simply added fuel to the fire.

This time, Chef Sun had already killed the chicken and fish with a bang.

"Brother Song, you are now the most popular chef in the country, and you are also the youngest one. More and more people will want to pick a fight with you. You can't always indulge them. Just bear with them. That will only increase their arrogance. " Chen Ming said.2

"What do you think we should do?" Yang Soong tried to tempt him.

"Of course we should press him to death. We should crush him with our powerful strength and push him to the ground. We should push those stupid things into the ground. We can't even dig them out. This is the only way we can scare him. "

Yang Soong waved his hand. "Get out of here. "

"What's wrong? Brother Song, did I say something wrong? Let's not talk about the distance. Let's talk about the close ones, that bastard, the All-Seeing Jiro. Look, he lost to you three times in a row. Is he honest? He's not honest. He's still thinking about taking you as his master and stealing your culinary skills. It's so easy to cheat his master and destroy his ancestors. People in their place like this. From ancient times until now, they can't change the customs. "

Those who came to find Yang Soong to challenge him were the ones who had been dawdling the most recently.

Yang Soong's reputation was getting bigger and bigger, and more and more people wanted to step on him and make a name for themselves.

The most troublesome one was the healthy and healthy Jiro.

This kid was no longer squatting at the entrance of the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion. It was time to send an email to Yang Soong.

He would send it every day at 7: 30 in the morning and at 11: 59 in the evening. There would always be a letter from the Yoshichiro Savant asking for help.

The whole article was so nauseating that it was comparable to a love letter.

Yang Soong had read it once, but he didn't read it again.

Because of this, the healthy Jiro even specially came to seek justice. "Mine, I sincerely wrote so many letters. Yours, you actually didn't even look at it. What about your Huaxia etiquette?"

He felt that he had truly been let down by this scumbag Yang Soong.

They kept on talking about Yang Soong for a full hour and a half. During this time, Yang Soong peeled off the skin of a hundred potatoes, cut them into strips, and marinated them into wolf tooth potatoes.

The goliath translator was so tired that smoke came out of his throat. Before he fell down, Yang Soong handed him a cup of water.

The translator drank it. He said to the goliath translator, "Add more money, no more money, no more water. "

The Second Tycoon also wanted to drink water, but Yang Soong did not pour it for him. This guy first started babbling to Yang Soong, then to the translator.

The translator was not moved. If he didn't add money, then he wouldn't give the translator any money.

Yang Soong flipped through the Wolf Fang potatoes and closed the lid again.

When Felicitous Rain Lord smelled the scent, he couldn't help but gulp. "This smells good. "

Yang Soong said, "I don't understand. "

The translator translated it for Yang Soong.

Jiro gave the translator a stack of cash. "You don't have to come tomorrow. I want to exchange for a new person. "

"As you wish. " The translator continued to carry out his work and advised Yang Soong tactfully, "Chef Yang, this old guy knows that you didn't read his email and is mad. I see that you are quite annoyed by him, so I think you should give him an explanation. Otherwise, he will come again tomorrow. "

What he said made sense.

Yang Soong said, "I don't understand He Guo's language. He wrote it on the email. Can I understand it? "

So, it wasn't that he didn't want to read it, but that he couldn't understand it at all.

" Ask him. If he comes to talk, he knows how to translate. Why doesn't he know when to write emails? "

People from He Country all had bubbles in their heads.

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