912: C912 What a Whimsical Idea

C912 What a Whimsical Idea

What are you showing off for?

Nozawa wanted to see Yang Soong. "Say hello to the people from the Gourmet Association in China. Find a way to get Yang Soong to come to He Country. I want to see him with my own eyes."

Ye Zehai did not agree. "Father, you don't need to see such a small figure. He is as ordinary as a straw."

"I only care about talent."

"You're too generous."

...

It seemed like it was an honor for Yang Soong to be at their beck and call.

Yang Soong did not even sneeze after being separated by thousands of mountains and rivers. This night, because he was too tired, he slept very soundly.

When he woke up in the morning, for the first time in his life, Yang Soong still wanted to stay in bed for a while.

This was the rare laziness he had when he stepped onto the road of becoming Master Chef.

But in the end, Yang Soong only rubbed his pillow twice before getting up.

"Today, I am still the powerful me!"

"Every day, I admire myself. Good luck!"

"I want to be Master Chef's man."

Yang Soong gave himself some stimulants and went out to run.

He ran different routes every week.

Breakfast on different routes.

The Hundred Phoenix Pavilion's diners did not know that their Brother Song was secretly eating all the breakfast stalls in Luocheng behind their backs.

Looking at the food culture of a city, it all depended on whether his breakfast style was good or not.

The tiny Luocheng didn't run around everywhere. Yang Soong really didn't know that there were delicacies everywhere in the world.

Yang Soong had already eaten a lot of foreign delicacies.

If it was really exotic delicacies, it wouldn't be right.

It was like beef noodles. There were really people selling beef noodles in the morning in Shaanxi.

Yang Soong had been used to having light breakfast since he was young. It was easier.

In Luocheng, there were many workers. In the morning, they finished their breakfast with a bun and an egg. They were so busy that they didn't even bother to buy a cup of porridge.

Yang Soong woke up early enough to cheer himself up. He walked into the beef noodles shop. Not only did he eat a bowl of beef noodles, he also ate a meat bun.

The meat bun's braised was very good. The sauce was charming. He cut onions and green pepper and mixed them in. He also sprinkled some coriander with the beef noodles. It was actually very satisfying.

Yang Soong went for three days in a row and even tried the beef bun.

Jiu Jiuliu, who ate beef noodles together, was a middle-aged man. Although he had a beer belly and could count his hair, his face was clean, and there was no sign of depression at all.

He was even a little happy: "I've been busy for the whole day yesterday, and I'm going to be busy again later today. To be able to eat such delicious beef noodles and meat buns, and a cup of iced chrysanthemum tea later, I'll definitely get off work early tonight."

The hope of ordinary people was that they could get off work early every day.

"My son is on holiday, so I have to hurry up and accompany him. Otherwise, he'll have to go to summer vacation again in two days."

The adults were busy, and the children were busy as well.

"It must have been hard on you, but it's nothing." Jiu Jiuliu said, "Have a good meal and work well. The family is also fine."

Jiu Jiuliu was the most ordinary worker representative at the moment. He only wore the dirtiest black or dark blue clothes. He did not care about the fabric. The design only needed to be loose and comfortable.

They did not need to specially do hairstyles. If it was not necessary, they did not even need to do any styling.

They only needed to enjoy the most extravagant happiness.

Yang Soong, who had a net worth of zero, felt very close to these trivial matters when he heard them.

Thinking back, he had been connected by axis.

He was either in class or working. What he wanted the most every day was to sleep until he woke up naturally.

Yang Soong had had a hard time back then. Now that he thought about it, he did not feel tired. Instead, he admired himself at that time.

"Everything will be better."

"That's right. That's the reason." Jiu Jiuliu swallowed the last mouthful of broth and took his Chrysanthemum Cold Tea. He smiled at Yang Soong and said, "Young man, you are quite good. You have to eat breakfast well every day."

"Okay, I will remember." Yang Soong said with a smile.

Jiu Jiuliu left in a hurry.

They did not need to know each other, nor did they need to know each other's names. There was a high probability that they would not meet each other again in the future.

Yang Soong, on the other hand, was in a good mood.

This kind of interaction between strangers was actually very good. There was no need to say anything unnecessary.

This morning, Yang Soong planned to go eat egg dumplings.

The dumplings were easy to understand. It was to make the skin of eggs, bring the filling, and another kind of dumpling.

They were cooked, steamed, and fried. It was golden, the skin soft and tender, with the unique fragrance of the egg, and it was delicious to go with the meatballs.

The dumplings were a kind of delicacy that made people feel soft from the bottom of their hearts when they ate it.

In the small shop that sold egg dumplings, there was a very small shop with only three tables. Customers came in and made a small stool to eat together.

Everyone had a bowl of rice porridge or a bowl of millet porridge. They ate the golden egg dumplings.

The Egg Dumplings in this shop only had one kind of stuffing, pork and eggs, and most of them were probably green onion, ginger, and garlic.

The shop was small, but it was very clean, and the taste was even better.

Yang Soong ordered six dumplings and ate them happily. He also drank the white rice porridge that was paired with the dumplings.

He had almost finished his meal, but he still wanted six more.

"Forget it. I can't eat too much in the morning. It's easy to get sleepy." Before Yang Soong left, he was still used to packing up a serving for his wife.

He brought nine for Meng Shihan.

That's right, Yang Soong planned to let Meng Shihan eat more.1

"What's so good about losing weight every day?" Yang Soong muttered, "What's so good about being too thin? It affects the feeling."

Yang Soong planned to feed Meng Shihan until she was fuller.

"It's just that breakfast is not enough. I have to find a way to make Xiao Han eat more in the future."

Meng Shihan had a very standard model body and was in charge of her figure. Miss Meng was walking towards the S-shaped model.

Beauty is beauty. Especially her small waist, which was like a willow and Yi Yi. It was quite flirtatious.

Yang Soong hugged his wife's small waist. His heart ached a little, and he wanted to mend it for Meng Shihan.

It was just that Meng Shihan could not get fat. Her self-control was very strong.

"Increase your appetite. Add two more meals every day. I don't believe you can't grow meat." Yang Soong wanted a wife who didn't feel bad hugging her.

Meng Shihan came out early to pick him up when she carried the dumplings back.

She did not wake up as early as Yang Soong did. She had also trained her body and taken a bath.

The two of them had a stable lifestyle.

Yang Soong practiced in the morning first. He finished his morning exercises and ate his meal. He then brought a serving for Meng Shihan.

Meng Shihan ate her breakfast. Yang Soong immediately went to take a shower and went downstairs. It was time to prepare breakfast.

"We will make dumplings today." Yang Soong wanted to make dumplings yesterday. The stuffing was marinated before he took a shower.

The dumplings were actually the meat wrapped in egg dumplings.

This process was very tiring. It was not easy to make each dumpling.

It required a good feeling and a precise grasp of the heat.

He sprinkled oil in the small pot and spread it evenly. He turned it into a circle and poured the appropriate amount of egg liquid into it. Then, he shook the surface of the pot so that the egg liquid could be evenly heated. Then, he put the meatball into it. Then, he wrapped the meatball with the solidified egg skin. Then, he turned the two noodles over and made the dumplings take shape.

The first processing procedure was completed.

It sounded simple, but it sounded even simpler.

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