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C960 The Answer Is so Clear

"Who is the Xiaosi?" Yoshichiro Hitaka shouted.

The translator happened to be from the Luocheng. He had also gone to the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion for a meal, and his name was Du Xiaowu. People in the pugilistic world called him Little Five.

Du Xiaowu took out his phone and picked out a photo. He said, "It's Brother Xiaosi, the divine dog, it's my brother!"

Yoshichiro Yoshida was about to explode. "Yang Soong, you're going too far."

Yang Soong did not want to talk to him anymore. He directly scooped up a bowl of soup and handed it over. "Try it."

"Okay, I will taste it myself. Only then can I expose your trick."

Gulp.

The All-Access Yoshichiro's eyes widened. It was like a bull's eye: It was a bit delicious. An illusion. It must be an illusion. One more bite.

Gulp. Gulp.

'It's not just a little bit delicious. This illusion lasts for a bit longer. '

Gulp, gulp, gulp. The bowl of soup was finished.

Jiro's face relaxed and his whole body relaxed. "Another bowl."

Yang Soong said, "Do you know now?"

Yoshichiro Nakajima seemed to have woken up from a dream. He held the empty bowl in his hands and nodded, then shook his head.

Yang Soong said, "It's fine. I don't know now. Don't worry. There are two more matches. Let's continue the competition. You will know eventually. "

Jiro Limu was convinced. His soup was really not good, even though he didn't know what exactly was wrong with him.

After the match ended, Yang Soong was surrounded.

"Brother Song, this noodles you just cooked, can we eat it tonight?"

"How many bowls? I have to consider whether I should bring my girlfriend with me."

"Can I order three bowls at a time?"

Yang Soong said, "First of all, thank you all for being willing to support us. It's just that we can't provide the noodles tonight, so we don't have time to stew the soup."

"How can it be too late? Brother Song, are you burning the noodles?"

It was still early for business at night. Three hours of soup was enough.

Yang Soong said, "Because of the time limit of the competition, the soup can only be stewed to that state. It can be used to cope with the competition, but it is not qualified to be eaten by everyone."

The judges who were full of praise: What do you mean? We actually eat less than the customers?

The three judges were not to be blamed. They were all invited by the client of the Primaltwin. They had never eaten in the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion before, so they did not know Yang Soong's true level.

"But normally, the dishes that the chefs bring for the competition are all cooked with all their might, right?" One of the judges said.

Yang Soong said, "Obviously not. After all, you don't pay for your meals."

"What you said makes sense."

The customers said, "The boss is a good man."

Yang Soong laughed very hard. "That's good. Tomorrow at noon, everyone can come to the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion to eat this noodles. It will be enough for business hours. "

There were countless types of dishes in Huaxia. Overall, they could be divided into rice and noodles.

There was no need to ask. Yang Soong grew up eating noodles.

It was necessary for the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion to have a sufficient amount of noodles.

"Thank you, boss. We will eat at noon tomorrow."

After the problem of eating was solved, Yang Soong and the others were able to leave.

"I am so happy. I am really worried that Brother Song will not provide noodles for us for the time being."

"I'm ready to cry. If Brother Song doesn't agree, I'll hug his leg and cry."

"Are you sure hugging Brother Song's thigh will help?"

"Of course it's useless for me to cry alone, so I pulled a group chat. There were fifty people who practiced there. We hugged Brother Song's thigh and cried together. We even found the person who gave the command. We'll definitely cry until we're all broken. Brother Song is the softest. He will definitely agree."

"Why didn't you throw money at him?" This fellow had definitely never eaten in the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion before.

Yang Jun, who was present, looked at him with a gaze that said, "Brother Song, do you lack money? I'm afraid you're not a fool. "

"But speaking of which, if Brother Song cooks for money, I'll definitely roll up my sleeves and work hard, and strive to become a Xiyi Ou next year."

"I will go home and inherit the family business."

"Stop dreaming. Brother Song doesn't need money. Brother Song cooks to make himself happy."

"Everyone, I've already booked a room at the gourmet street. I'll go and queue for noodles early tomorrow morning."

"Clever!"

I also want a room. The room is full! "What is your hand speed?"

Hidden in the crowd, Li QingTi suddenly said: "Do you guys feel like there's something missing?"

"There's something missing"

[What exactly is missing?]

Yang Soong suddenly sent a message in the group. "Normal Nascent Soul Noodles, three hundred and ninety-nine yuan."

The next day was the weekend, and there was a long queue at the entrance of the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion.

Would the queue be boring? It didn't exist at the entrance of the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion.

"Do you think we're just here to eat noodles?"

"Isn't that so?"

That was the difference between an old customer and a new customer.

"On the surface, we are here to eat noodles. In fact, we are here to transcend the tribulation in order to become immortals one day."

"No wonder it's called Nascent Soul Noodle Soup. Impressive."

Yang Soong, who had an outstanding five senses, almost smashed his bowl. "I didn't know that the customers of Hundred Phoenix Pavilion are so good at bragging.

Every bowl of Nascent Soul Noodle Soup was the standard amount. It was enough for a normal person to eat.2

However, those who came to the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion today basically ordered two bowls of noodles.

"One bowl of noodles is normal. One bowl of noodles is enough for me to practice my lung capacity."

Yang Soong said, "As long as you guys are happy.

The Hundred Phoenix Pavilion's business was booming. Chen Ming ate until he was white and tender, and his life was extremely comfortable. He actually sighed and sighed in front of Yang Soong.

"Don't be sad. You have been single for so many years." Yang Soong advised Chen Ming.

Before he could say anything, Chen Ming's throat was stuffed with blood. "Someone from my hometown has come."

"He's here to propose marriage to you?" Yang Soong asked.

"No, Brother Song, listen to me." Chen Ming said, "It's my Sixth Great Uncle. He insisted on arranging people to work in my family's group."

This was the proper business. Yang Soong also became serious. "Continue."

"My Sixth Great Uncle has a son. He is a returnee and wants to be the general manager of my family's group."

Chen Ming got angry at the mention of this. " His son could not pass the domestic college entrance examination at all. He went overseas to play and study for two years. He did not have any work experience. When he came back, he wanted to be the general manager of the company."

The Chen's Group was famous throughout the country. It had been so many years. If one wanted to receive an interview invitation from the Chen family, other than absolute geniuses, one had to at least have a master's degree.

Yang Soong said, "Then your uncle is quite ambitious."

Everyone else would marry a rich and beautiful woman, become a Xiyi Ou, and walk to the peak of their lives. It was fine as long as he called her cousin.

Hehe.

Even if Chen Ming wasn't working for the Chen Clan, he would still have to take over the Chen Clan after his father retired.

"I've thought it through. In the future, I'll hire a professional manager team to manage the company. I'll just be in charge of keeping watch behind the scenes. Who would have thought that such a thing would appear?"

Chen Ming was angered to death.

"My father is really fond of old relationships. He really intends to let my uncle work in the company. That is not all."

"What else?" Yang Soong asked.

"My uncle has a cousin called Cui Hua. She insisted on marrying me and becoming the Chen Clan's Young Madam!"

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