938: C938 Don't be so Surprised

C938 Don't be so Surprised

Julitichiro was devastated. He roared and pounded his chest, circling in circles.

"Ozawa, why are you so calm? Aren't you angry?"

Ozawa gave him a cold look. "Do you think Yang Soong only made you feel defeated?"

He had been defeated a long time ago, okay?

"What do you mean?" Wang Yao asked. Jiankita clenched his fists and held back a surge of energy in his heart.

"What I meant was that not only did he have excellent cutting skills, he also had excellent knife skills and was very good at making meatballs. Before you felt anger, I had been pressed to the ground and rubbed twice." Nozawa Yixiong said.

"He can cut tofu into thin threads, like spring rain. I can't do it."

"He can make a meatball with a heart that's called a pissing beef ball. This kind of meatball can explode and turn into a ping-pong ball. I didn't even think about it."

Nozawa Yixiong attacked himself with all his might.

"Now, he has demonstrated his superb coating skills and crushed you, Kenji Lang. That Yang Soong is simply not human."

In a country like He Country that focused on the spirit of craftsmen, many people felt that it was already very impressive for them to be able to focus on one thing and achieve results.

After all, a person's energy was limited.

Yang Soong's appearance had used the thunder of reality to slap countless of their ears.

A person's energy could be dug out.

"Cutting tofu into silk, doesn't that mean he can also cut noodles into silk?" Fuli Jiankang said.

Nozawa opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again. "Others might not be able to do it, but this Yang Soong is really possible."

Tofu could be cut into silk, and noodles could be better.

"Grandpa, Chef Yang has released a new video." Right now, Ozawa Kongming was like a package of death. As long as he held up his phone and appeared, it would be a blow to Ozawa's heart.

Yang Soong was still making noodles, the fourth type of noodles.

This was a kind of broad noodles. The noodles were flat and had a gentle luster. The amazing chef only made the noodles so that you could smell the fragrance of wheat on the screen.

"The difficulty of this kind of wide noodles is not as difficult as cutting noodles." Jadechiro Jadechiro couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. Yang Soong did not perform this time to cut the noodles into shreds.

In the next second, Yang Soong really began to cut the noodles.

First, he cut the green pepper and said, "I can do this too."

Next, the pork was cut into pieces. "I can cut the green pepper too."

Then, he cut the chicken into pieces and said that he could do it again.

When it was time to cut the fish into pieces, Yoshichiro Toshimitsu stopped talking. Nozawa Hisashi said, "You can't do that."

Cutting the food into pieces was also a difficult task.

Cutting the vegetables was the easiest. Cutting the meat was the hardest. Cutting the tofu was a palace level of difficulty.

Yang Soong stir-fried the slices in the oil pot. He immediately scooped them out and covered the cooked noodles.

"Three strands of broad noodles, please have a taste."

It was obviously four strands. Why was it called three strands of wide noodles?

There was no need to ask. It was just that the difficulty of the green pepper silk was too simple and did not have the qualifications to be included in it.

"The pork shredded meat is chewy, the chicken shredded meat is easy to produce fragrance, the fish shredded meat is fresh and delicious, the green pepper silk is crisp and has a slight spiciness and sweetness in it. Together with the flexible and wide noodles, the taste, taste, taste -"

Jiankita Jiro is holding onto his phone and staring at the screen. "The taste must be wonderful and incredible!"

The amazing chef knew how the food tasted even before he served it to the table.

Kankita Jiro was a powerful chef. Unfortunately, he met someone who seemed to be even more powerful than him.

"It's just that his knife skills are better than mine."

His tone was quite sour.

"The noodles are better than mine. It doesn't seem like the cooked wheaten food is better than mine."

"I also know a lot of wheaten food."

There were thousands of different kinds of noodles. Yang Soong only showed four types of noodles now.

"I am a real master of cooked wheaten food. He is better at cutting than me. It doesn't mean I am not as good as him," Yang Soong said.

What he said seemed to make a lot of sense.

"It doesn't mean that he's not as good as you." Nozawa said.

It seemed to make more sense.

Separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, they still had a partial understanding of Yang Soong.

"I don't know how to walk yet, but I've already started playing with dough. I've been growing up for decades, and I've been carving bones and studying dough. How old is this kid? " Why do you think I'm inferior to him? " Jiankita Jiro was very angry.

Nozawa's status in He Country's culinary arts world could be said to be at the overlord level. Jadechiro Jadechiro Jadechiro might be slightly inferior to him.

Tokugashi Jiro definitely wouldn't lose to Nozawa Izawa when it came to single-wheel cooked wheaten food.

"I'm He Country's earliest cooking genius to become famous!"

Without Yang Soong, it would not be a problem for the forty-year-old Kenji Fuchi to say so.

Now, it was hard to explain everything.

Yang Soong was too young. He was like a little fresh meat. Jankita Jiro was like an old piece of meat compared to him.

"I don't want to believe it either. This Yang Soong isn't from He Country. Even if the genius of the culinary arts world wants to appear, he should be from He Country." Nozawa said.

"For a hundred years, China's food has represented the world. It is a different name for delicious food. Our He Country's cooking industry has been working hard for so many years. We want to win glory from China's food. In recent years, we have occupied an advantageous position. Our dreams will be realized soon, but this Yang Soong has appeared!"

Thunder in the clear sky!

He Country and China were neighbors. He Country had been thinking about the glory of China Cuisine for more than a day and two.

This was the common goal of Nozawa Yixiong and Fulijigiri Jiro.

"Don't scare yourself. We only saw through the screen how powerful this Yang Soong is. We don't know how his dishes taste. Mastering the fire and seasoning is the key to the taste."

This was a bit of self-deception to comfort himself.

It could be considered as escaping. Although it was shameful, it was useful.1

Someone insisted on tearing apart their comfort.

"However, the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion's shops are packed with people every day. Everyone likes the food of the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion." Ye Zankong said.

The faces of Nozawa Yixiong and Fulijigiri Jiro collapsed in an orderly manner.

They were most afraid that the air would suddenly turn silent.

Nozawa Izawa said, "How can ordinary customers have such high standards of appreciating delicacies?"

Jiankita Jiro also said, "When the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion runs those cheap gourmet festivals, it will make the real diners shrink back."

There were many reasons why the diners flocked to a restaurant. The taste was only one of them.

For example, the workers who sold their strength would like to choose a place where they could eat at a good price and eat their fill at a low price.

As for the workers who sold strength, he would only dislike the extravagant and exquisite pastries that they gave him. "Why are there only two? I didn't even taste it."

That was a waste.

"China is wasting talents, and this Yang Soong is also wasting his talent. He should go to a big restaurant in Beijing to broaden his horizons, instead of stopping at a cheap gourmet street in a small county town because of a small achievement." Jiankang Jiankang said.

Nozawa Kongming felt that what he said was wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong. For a moment, he couldn't think of a countermeasure, and he was slightly silent.

"Alright, Kongming, you should go and do your homework." Nozawa used his grandfather's dignity and sent his grandson away.

The kitchen was only left with Kankita Fuori and Nozawa.

"We need to discuss what we should do now. The Michelin star review is about to start again. We can't let China steal our limelight again."

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