959: C959 The Profoundness of the Facet

C959 The Profoundness of the Facet

"This guy eats a bowl of noodles with his chopsticks."

"He ate another bowl!"

"Yi, he actually only picked up one bowl of noodles this time. Could it be that he's tired of eating?"

"He wants a bowl of noodles. This is noodles, not powder. How can it be so smooth... so slippery!"

Chen Ming held a piece of noodles in his hand, and with a swishing sound, the entire bowl of noodles was gone.

"Delicious!" Chen Ming had a big smile on his face. He patted his belly and smiled happily. "Brother Song, give me another bowl!"

Yang Soong pointed at the five bowls in front of him. "Take it easy. Be careful not to get fat!"

"Wood. Wood. I am not afraid of getting fat. It is more weight if I get fat."

"No matter how fat you are, you won't be able to find a girlfriend." Nowadays, pretty and cute girls preferred this kind of handsome young man who knew how to cook.

Chen Ming: If you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten that I'm still single this year.

Yang Soong continued, "When you're full, go and train your body. Use your looks to chase after a pretty young lady as your wife. Otherwise, you'll have to rely on money when you're old meat in two years. "

Chen Ming could not die anymore.

Yang Soong turned around and cared about his wife. "Little Han, are you tired of it? Do you want me to squeeze some orange juice for you?"

"Not at all, but I still want to drink it."

"Okay!"

Chen Ming quickly squeezed out a few glasses of orange juice and called the people from the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion, "If you want to drink it, pour it yourself."

He only served Meng Shihan to the door.

When the cherry pink lips came into contact with the orange juice, it became even more glossy and shiny.

"Is it delicious?"

"It's good, just like a cool breeze blowing from the fruit garden." Meng Shihan hugged Yang Soong's waist and smiled. "Why do you make a cup of fruit juice ten thousand times better than others? That's amazing! "

A kiss was delivered and Yang Soong's heart fluttered.

The audience did not need Meng Shihan to say anything. They knew how delicious the juice Yang Soong squeezed was.

That cute and loving student girl drank very well. Her cherry lips opened and closed, and she was only willing to drink a little bit at a time.

Obviously, she was a rich second generation's young master. She accidentally finished the whole cup. The expression on her face was regretful and painful, and she wished she could be reborn.

There was also the Crown Prince of the Chen's Group whom everyone knew.

Chen Ming licked the cup without any politeness in front of thousands of pairs of eyes and countless gazes on the Internet.

En, you don't have to say. Crown Prince Chen's ability to lick the cup was really amazing. The cup that he had licked before was shiny and shiny.

The last cup of drink was filled with two straw tubes. Yang Soong and Meng Shihan drank together. The pink bubbles that popped out from their heads were so sweet that it could kill people.

The audience:

"I originally thought that it would be an ordinary food competition, but in the end, I was fed full of dog food."

"Isn't the contest not over yet? What is Chef Yang doing? Why did he start a stove?"

If he's cooking, then he's cooking. Why isn't there any share for us? "

"Maybe there are too many people at the scene."

"We have a total of two thousand people at our place. If Brother Song really wants to get the place up, it won't be a problem at all. Last time, Brother Song made a peeing beef pill and sold it for five thousand powder a day. What's a mere two thousand people for us?"

"Could it be that I'm the only one who discovered it? Brother Song only has one bowl of noodles for each bowl of noodles?"

"F * ck, 666!"

Jiro also discovered it. The judges had discovered it the earliest. Who asked them to eat it first?

"Cough cough, I won't say anymore nonsense. The winner of this competition is Chef Yang Soong, Yang!"

"I never thought that the sour and spicy shredded radish would be so compatible with the soup noodles. Chef Yang Soong Yang is a genius."

"This bowl of soup noodles can be eaten from morning to night. It's too delicious and delicious!"

When the judges spoke, there would be someone who would translate it to the healthy man.

"I want to know, where exactly did I lose?"

In this kind of competition, the judges would usually judge the strengths and weaknesses of each dish, especially the difference between the two dishes. They would focus on the point where the other party won.

Simply put, it was to tell the loser why they would lose, and why the winner would win.

Like now, the judges would only praise one side and not even mention any flaws. Perhaps it had never happened before.

"Aren't you curious?" Felicitous Rain Lord roared at Yang Soong.

Yang Soong spread his hands. "I'm not curious."

"Why?" Yoshichiro Nakajima asked himself, "I know. You must be pretending. I heard that the young people of Huaxia are good at this."

Yang Soong: You know quite a lot.

"I'm not curious. I know why you lost, and I know why I won."

From the moment he submitted the letter, Yang Soong knew that he would definitely win.

"What did you say? This is impossible!" Yoshichiro Limited's face was filled with disbelief. 'You're playing with me'.

Yang Soong said," My noodles were deducted 14 times in order to allow every inch of the noodles to be evenly and meticulously wrapped with the juiciness. This way, when customers eat the noodles, the taste will be more rich and the stomach will also be more comfortable. "

The healthy man's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. "My noodles can also be soaked in the broth and can also be filled with noodles and a mouthful of soup."

Yang Soong raised his index finger and shook it. "When the soup is soaked in the noodles, it will indeed be more appetizing. But you didn't grasp that speed well and could still soak it. The taste of the noodles became soft and soft, losing the flexibility and strength. And you won't understand. After deducting the noodles for 14 times, the texture and taste... It's definitely not something you can imagine after deducting the noodles 11 times. "

As the saying goes, when comparing goods, you have to throw them away. Comparing people to each other is so infuriating.

"My noodles aren't flexible enough? You're joking! I'm a world-class Master of Cooked Wheaten Food, and I'm best at controlling the flexibility of noodles. "You actually said that I don't know how to control the speed of cooking noodles. " Do you Huaxia people like to tell jokes? If you say that I am not as good as you, you might as well tell me that the sun actually rises from the west. " Yoshichiro Limu's literature is quite good.

"You will lose. To put it bluntly, you still don't have enough knowledge. Who told you that the national chef is the boss? I will also give you a simple example. "For example, our China's table tennis player. They love national championships, and we don't lack world champions. " Yang Soong said.

It was an undeniable fact.

"You only deducted three times more than me." Jiro was able to win, but he couldn't afford to lose. It just so happened that he met Yang Soong.

"Cutting the noodles thirteen times is a threshold. Only by successfully deducting the fourteenth noodles can you understand that the noodles you ate in the past were all for nothing."1

It was like cultivation. There was only one level difference between the Golden Core Stage and the Nascent Soul Stage, but only when one reached the Nascent Soul Stage would one know that you could kill a bunch of Golden Core Stage Cultivators with one slap.

Different realms.

It was already a habit for Jiro to be unwilling to give up. "My soup is better than yours!"

The soup, soup, and noodles were the key.

Yang Soong sighed and said, "Actually, if it was just a competition of noodles, you would lose to me by a level. Speaking of soup, you really aren't qualified to pass me toilet paper. " Your soup is really terrible. In my Hundred Phoenix Pavilion, if the soup is cooked like this, I will make someone pour it for the Xiaosi to drink. "

The healthy and healthy young man asked, "Who is the Xiaosi Lord? A famous food judge? "

Chen Ming said from outside the stage, "The Xiaosi doesn't drink. Don't look at its four legs. If it encountered that kind of soup, it would definitely tear it apart with its claws."

Meng Shijia agreed with him. "That's right. Give me that kind of thing. If I don't drink it, the Xiaosi won't drink it either."

Yang Soong heard everything he should have heard. He quietly said to Meng Shihan, "My brother-in-law doesn't seem to be very smart."

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