909: C909 This Pot of Soup Is Not Good

C909 This Pot of Soup Is Not Good

"If that Hundred Flavorful Chef's broth is about the same as mine, then he must have made a mistake." Yang Soong was sure.

"Although I have stewed the unsatisfactory soup, I know what the problem is with the soup. I also know how to improve it. I also know what it tastes like when I cook it again," Yang Soong said.

Yang Soong's cooking attitude had always been so strict and clear.

It was fine if he did not know. Once he knew, he would definitely make the dish as good as he wanted it to be.

No matter how the customers praised the taste and the taste, he always insisted.

"It doesn't count if you say it's delicious. It doesn't matter if I say it." Yang Soong had argued with the customers more than once.

Not to mention the ones far away, but the ones close.

"This candied fruit is really delicious." Those who had eaten it all agreed.

"Not yet. It's not delicious enough. You can't put it on the menu." Yang Soong didn't even try it, so he didn't know what to say.

"Traces of it. There's really nothing wrong with it."

"There is a big problem. That dish didn't even release half of its delicacy. In fact, it was a failure." Yang Soong was still as stubborn as ever.

Zhao Lucky, who had been thinking about it since noon, was very sad. Could it be that I won't be able to eat any more threads? Can't I eat any more?

Yang Soong said so. "It's still possible to eat it. After all, this is the best time for a melon. I will practice more, but don't have too much hope. There are too many dishes you want to practice recently."

This was the truth.

There was also the peeing beef ball that was right in front of him.

"We all feel that this is food from the Heaven Realm. No, it's more delicious than heaven's food. Why do you still think it's not enough?"

"It's not good, but it's not good. It can't be served on the menu. It's so simple." Yang Soong's insistence made people want to beat him up. The customers wanted to cry out for the food that Yang Soong rejected.

Just like now, Zhao Lucky held the bowl and yelled at the urine balls, "I'm sorry, you're so delicious!"

"The chef who made you looked down on you!"

"Why does he look down on you? On what basis? What right does he have to make you out?"

Yang Soong was qualified to do this.

Chen Ming looked at Yang Soong with resentment.

Even Shen Huaizhao looked at him with resentment, as if she had been cheated by a scumbag man.

"Xiao Han, say something." Yang Soong really could not take it.

What were they trying to do?

What did he do?

"My dear, I feel wronged for the sake of the soup." Meng Shihan also could not bear to put down the bowl.

"Woof, woof, woof!" The Xiaosi also joined in the fun outside the door.

Yang Soong was so angry that he laughed. "How about this, I'll hang another pot of soup tomorrow. The day after tomorrow, we'll put the peeing beef pill on the menu. You guys can eat it when the time comes, okay?"

He used the facts to explain everything.

Yang Soong had created delicious food countless times, which shocked everyone. They could not help but shout at the blue sky, "It's really delicious!"

After that, it was Yang Soong who made the delicious food with his own hands.

This was how he created the legend and broke it with his own hands to create a more legendary legend.

Originally, everyone should be used to this kind of Yang Soong.

However, who asked everyone to be mortals?

An ordinary person would live his life for the rest of his life. To be able to create a legend, that was already very impressive.

Yang Soong seemed to have turned a legend into a daily life.

On the menu of the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion, all those who had eaten those delicacies could say one sentence: No one cooked better than Brother Song!

This was the truth.

There were others who were even more confident: "This dish is already delicious to the extreme. Even if deities descend to the mortal world, the taste will only be like this"

Yang Soong did not think so. He could make ordinary people think that this dish was even more delicious.

"It's not the most delicious dish. It's only more delicious."

Zhao Lucky licked his bowl and wanted to lick the pot. "I feel like the Peed Ox Pill is the most delicious Peed Ox Pill right now."

Chen Ming raised his hand. "Add one."

Meng Shijia said, "Add one."

...

Everyone added one.

For the sake of Yang Soong's peeing cow pill, they couldn't get along with Yang Soong anymore.

Yang Soong was speechless. He could only use his trump card. "It's getting late. Hurry up and pack up. Get some rest. We still have to open a shop tomorrow."

"Brother-in-law, how about we take the urine pill tomorrow morning?" Meng Shijia found there was still some soup left.

The remaining soup was limited. Although they could not sell it, they could make breakfast for their internal employees.

"I can't eat it." Yang Soong said, "That broth can't be used. It's not hot enough."

"What do you plan to do with the rest of the soup?" Chen Ming asked carefully. "You can't throw it away, can you?"

Yang Soong said, "It seems to be a waste to throw it away."

Everyone nodded. "Just give it to them.

Yang Soong said again, "We can only let the Xiaosi suffer and eat the noodles with the soup."

Crack, crack, crack...

The hearts of the few of them were broken all over the ground. They were blown away by Natsuya's wind, and the sky was filled with a rain of sadness.

"Alright, don't be sad anymore. Tomorrow morning, I'll cook some wonton dumplings for you." Yang Soong comforted them.

"Brother Song, I think Xiaosi doesn't like noodles. You can give them to me." At this moment, Chen Ming fully displayed the greed and evil heart of a capitalist.

"Woof, woof, woof..." Xiaosi was not happy.1

"Brother-in-law, you are my brother-in-law. I promise that on the day you and my sister get married, I will let you in smoothly without any hindrance. I will even stand at the door and welcome you."

"Boss, I can help you and Sister Han take care of the baby in the future." Shen Huaizhao said.

Zhao Fu looked around and said, "I will give you a big red packet. I promise that my wedding gift will be the highest."

Whether or not they were close depended on whether or not the gift was thick.

If a tycoon wanted to bleed, according to tradition, there should be flowers, applause, and cheers here.

But Zhao Fu realized that it was not.

No one responded.

It was not that there was no reaction. It was that they did not catch a cold at all.

"What's going on?" Lucky Zhao didn't understand. He had said that he would give big red packets. Wasn't that the reaction of the other party?

Shen Huaizhao sighed. "I am the poorest person here. I do not feel that your suggestion is tempting."

"Sister Huaizhao, the poorest one is me." Meng Shijia pointed to the menu and emphasized the price of the dishes. "Look carefully. Is my brother-in-law short of money?"

Chen Ming was the most unhappy. "Will I make your red packet thicker than mine? Who are you looking down on?"

He was also someone with a father.

Zhao Lucky stretched out his hands and rubbed his face. He put it in his pocket and said, "I was wrong. Later, I'll wash the dishes and compensate everyone."

Yang Soong smiled and said, "No need. Don't take it to heart."

They all knew that Zhao Fu was expressing his sincerity by giving red packets.

Meng Shijia pointed at himself. "I'm the one washing the dishes. Don't take my bowl."

He was now a happy dishwasher of the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion.

Although Yang Soong had a lot of black technology and it was easy to do the dishes, it did not stop Meng Shijia from falling in love with the dishes.

Only by washing dishes here could he eat delicious food.

Especially those delicacies that did not exist on the menu.

He could even build a good relationship with his future brother-in-law. Although Meng Shijia was a hedonistic person, his intuition was very sharp. "If I follow my brother-in-law, there will be good days in the future!"

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