1012: C1012 I Have to Pay More

C1012 I Have to Pay More

The translator's face stiffened, The only reason he was able to carry out such a high-density and high-intensity translation on such a hot day with such a small fee was because this old fellow from He Country had used He Country's language to write an email to Chef Yang.

In the end, he even blamed the other party for not reading the email and not giving him a reply.

The translation was a university student named Du Yu. He nearly fainted from anger.

Yoshichiro Yoshida poured himself a cup of water. After moisturizing his throat, he wanted to attack with his mouth again.

Du Yu coldly looked at Fei Lijian Jiro. "Do you know how to speak Mandarin?"

"No, if I did, why would I use this trash of yours?"

"Chef Yang doesn't know any Mandarin either. "

"Of course I know. "

Du Yu: "You know, you f * cking use He Guoyu to write emails? What a joke?"

He couldn't let Yang Soong specially hire a translator to understand this old brat's email.

Yoshichiro Limited was stunned. Obviously, he hadn't thought of this possibility.

"Maybe he should learn He Language. "

The translator showed the contempt of a king. "Losers, especially those who have lost three consecutive matches, have the face to say such words?"

Who was the one who wanted to beg for money to acknowledge him as his master?

Yang Soong sent a red packet of 100 yuan to Du Yu. "Help me tell him that the first prerequisite for me to take in a disciple is that I can cut the tofu into pieces. Ask him if he can do it. "

Du Yu quickly translated.

Fei Lijian Jiro covered his heart. "In the entire China, no, the entire world, there aren't many people who can cut tofu into pieces. "

Yang Soong said, "Not many people are qualified to be my disciple. "

"As far as I know, in the whole of China, you are the only one who can cut the tofu into pieces. "

"Sit and look at the sky. I know many chefs can cut the tofu into pieces. " Yang Soong said again, "You are too stupid. You are so stupid and self-righteous. If you really can't be my disciple, don't come again in the future. "

He really didn't want to waste time.

Jiro left in a daze. He kept muttering, "Impossible, impossible. Cutting the tofu into pieces is already surprising. Yang Soong is already very magical. How can there be more?"

Du Yu clicked on the video. "There are really a lot of them. The Wensi Tofu is a very famous dish in Huaxia. Many chefs like to cook this dish. Many of them can cut the tofu into strips. However, not many of them can cut the tofu into pieces like Chef Yang. "

Yang Soong cut the tofu into pieces and put it into the water. It was like a golden royal chrysanthemum blooming in layers. It was exactly the same.

From that day onwards, Zu Jiankang would appear by Yang Soong's side in various forms every now and then.

Sometimes it was voice, sometimes it was email, and sometimes it was himself.

He began to learn the Huaxia language, although it was not exactly the same as what he said.

Yang Soong still had a headache, so he simply ran back to his hometown in advance. He could be considered to be hiding from the healthy Jiro.

"When I go back, he should not appear again, right?"

Chen Ming quietly took out his phone and opened a certain blog. "This old man has paid attention to all of our surroundings. And his Mandarin is also getting better and better. "

"He even wrote a poem for you. He raised his head to look at the bright moon and lowered his head to think about Chef Yang. He also hoped that you would give him a handkerchief. He also missed you thousands of times every night. . . "

Yang Soong casually took something and stuffed it into Chen Ming's mouth. "Don't say anymore. "

He was about to throw up.

"Chef Sun's dishes are ready!" Liu Eryang shouted loudly, afraid that Yang Soong wouldn't hear him.

Xu Xiaomei carried the dishes to the big table and pushed Yang Soong's dishes away, occupying the C position.

"This is Chef Yang's signature dish, Boiled Pork!"

Boiled Pork, a dish that belonged to the northeastern region, was very popular in all of Huaxia.

"Dad, quickly taste it!" Xu Xiaomei picked up a pair of chopsticks for Old Xu and called the others to eat.

"It's delicious!" The grandson of the Xu family ate very happily.

Xu Xiaomei immediately said, "Of course. This is a chef invited by my aunt, not some mud leg. He probably hasn't even heard of the steamed pork. "

He was addicted to stepping on Yang Soong. "Soong, come on. You can try it too. "

Chen Ming wanted to curse, but was stopped by Yang Soong.

"Brother Song, let me try it first. Your tongue is expensive, you can't eat anything. " Chen Ming gave Yang Soong face. He didn't scold anyone, nor did he say anything good.

He picked up the chopsticks and took a bite.

"Humph, you haven't eaten good food before, have you?" This was the second time Xu Xiaomei felt that Chen Ming was poor.

"Pui!" Chen Ming took a bite, but he did not even manage to bite the meat. His mouth was full of licorice powder. "This thing hurts my teeth. To make such a thick starch, it is not crisp at all. It is full of oil. And this sugar juicer, it doesn't cost money. He poured it on me with all his might. It tastes horrible! "

Xu Xiaomei's expression was ugly. "Don't speak nonsense if you don't understand!"

Her family members all said that it was delicious.

"Even if you can't cook it yourself, you still have to pour dirty water on Chef Sun's head. People like you will be beaten to death in big cities!"

Chen Ming, who had lived in big cities for more than 20 years, was speechless.

Yang Soong, who had only lived in big cities for a few years, was speechless.

"Do you have any misunderstandings about the big city?"

"Mud * ck!" As the first person from the Xu family to enter the county, Xu Xiaomei had always stood up straight.

"Xiaomei, what are you talking about?" Old Xu was the first to disagree. "Our whole family is mud. Are you clean?"

He originally didn't want to say too much and wanted to make peace.

"Dad, why are you helping outsiders? His own craftsmanship isn't as good as Chef Sun's, and he even found an excuse to spit feces all over his mouth!" Sun Xiaomei was not convinced.

Old Xu said, "Who said Soong's craftsmanship is not good? Try it yourself. "

Yang Soong did not make any steamed pork, but he made sweet and sour pork.

The sweet and sour meat tasted sweet and sour. It wasn't greasy at all. The plates were already empty. Old Xu secretly hid two chopsticks and planned to chew carefully. At this moment, it was just nice for Xu Xiaomei to taste it.

This wretched girl who had no experience and even made a fool of herself.

Xu Xiaomei ate it reluctantly. Instantly, she could not help but widen her eyes.0

The sweet and sour meat had been prepared for a while and was a little cold. Because of the hot weather, it was still a little warm to eat. It was still soft and tender on the outside and sweet and sour on the inside. It made people want to eat it even after eating it.

Xu Xiaomei didn't give up and picked up another piece of meat with her chopsticks. As soon as she put it in her mouth, she wanted to throw up. This thing ruined the residual taste of the sweet and sour pork in her mouth.

She endured it with great difficulty. She pretended to be cool and could only keep her mouth shut.

"Everyone has different flavors. Doesn't the children at home like Chef Sun's dishes more?"

A few young radishes who were happily eating with bowls in their hands were called out by the adults.

Chen Ming wore the expression of a big grey wolf coaxing a little red cap on his face. "Come, tell uncle which dish you like the most on the table. "

"Whoever remembers the most, uncle will ask the chef to cook another dish for him!"

The radishes were still naive and rushed to make another dish.

"Sweet and sour pork! Big Bro Yang Soong made sweet and sour meat!"

"Chicken drumstick, big drumstick! Big Bro Yang Soong's big drumstick!"

" Pig knuckle, Big Bro Yang Soong's pig knuckle is the best! "

"They all said it was delicious!"

. . .

No one said anything about the Boiled Pork.

Xu Xiaomei became anxious. "Didn't you say that the Boiled Pork is delicious?"

The radishes: "It's delicious. "

"Do you like Yang Soong or Uncle Sun? Uncle Sun cooked the meat that you love. "

"I like Brother Yang Soong!"

Xu Xiaomei almost collapsed. "Then why did you say that the meat is delicious?"

"It's because it's sweet, like sugar!"

"The sweet and sour pork cooked by Brother Yang Soong is the best!"

"Big Bro Yang Soong looks good!"

. . .

There were all kinds of reasons. Chef Sun seemed to have lost more than just his culinary skills.

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