970: C970 The Style of a Big Family

C970 The Style of a Big Family

In front of Yang Soong, traveling together with him was no longer an enemy.

The difference in culinary skills was like heaven and earth, there was no room for comparison.

Furthermore, it was precisely because Yang Soong came to Gao Xin's shopping mall that the business of the other shops slowly improved.

Although most of the customers were here for Yang Soong, After all, Yang Soong was only one person, and the business time was limited. Not everyone could eat it.

Since he was already here, he might as well eat something in other restaurants.

Yang Soong sold BBQ. Master Lee, who opened the noodle shop, gave them a big bowl of stewed noodles. There was a thick layer of mutton on the noodles.

"We are also considered neighbors. You have a good business, so there is nothing to give us. Let's eat some noodles!"

Little Deer from the beverage shop came over with a big cup of freshly squeezed fruit tea.

"Drink some drinks. I'm in a good mood."

The hardcore uncle from the dessert shop actually also sent over a thousand layer of fruit cake.

"Try the salty ones and try the sweet ones."

Yang Soong returned the peach to the plum and roasted a large number of skewers to the various shops.

"This Boss Song is really generous. He even gave out 300 yuan per serving of Beef Kebabss to people!"

"I would like to have a taste of what a three-digit barbecue tastes like."

"A hundred pieces of Braised Glutens! A hundred pieces of Braised Glutens can be used to smash people to death anywhere else."

When everyone ate, their hearts were filled with admiration and reverence. They wished they could bathe and cleanse their bodies, burn incense, and pray to the heavens and the earth.

With a single bite.

"Oh no!"

"It's too delicious!"

[So you are such a Beef Kebabs!]

"How can Roast Chicken Wings be so delicious?"

For a moment, the sound of keening and keening could be heard from all the shops on the fourth floor.

Some customers couldn't line up, so they went to a nearby restaurant to get rid of their stomachs.

They entered the restaurant.

"Boss, one serving of steamed dumplings please."

"Steak 7 ripened."

"A big bowl of ramen, please."

"Two servings of Braised Chicken!"

When he finished ordering, he realized that there was no one else around. He shouted, "Boss, are you still doing business?"

"Wait a minute, don't be anxious!"

Whoever entered the restaurant would not be happy even after being greeted like this. The customers were just about to get angry when they smelled the fragrance.

"Why is it so fragrant? It seems to be coming from the kitchen."

"Let's go take a look."

"D * mn, this familiar skewer! It seems to be Brother Song's scent."

The shop owners nodded. "That's right. It's Brother Song's barbecue. Brother Song gave it to our neighbors to make friends."

The barbecue went from vegetables to meat. It was filled with two large plates and gave off the aura of a tycoon.

"As expected of Brother Song. The relationship between the neighbors is so high-end and classy!"

"I'm so envious. I also want to be Brother Song's neighbor."

"Boss, you won't be able to finish so many dishes, right? How about selling them to us at the original price?"

"Boss, don't listen to him. I'll sell them to you at double the price."

Is there any money difference? I'll sell it to you at double the price."

The shop owners only hesitated for two seconds.

"It's a profit without any capital!"

"If I don't give it to you, such delicious food will be placed in front of me. If I give it to you, I will drown in my saliva."

Customers who couldn't line up for the meal either couldn't eat it or couldn't eat it.

They could only turn their grief and indignation into their appetite.

"I don't want one serving of steamed dumpling anymore. Change it into two servings for me. I also want steamed buns and wontons!"

"Lamian is more suitable for two meat buns."

"Give me two steaks! What's one enough for?"

...

The boss of the restaurant on the fourth floor had eaten delicious food and earned money.

All of them were beaming with joy. Even the waiters were smiling when they went out.

If there were customers, the restaurant would be safe, and they wouldn't need to change jobs.

Everyone didn't need to thank Yang Soong anymore.

What kind of method would the restaurant owner use to thank people?

Korean barbecue rice. The barbecue was piled up like a mountain.

The plate of a big plate of chicken was already big enough. With a bowl of confectionery noodles as a gift, it would probably be enough to kill people.

There were secret cooking lamb legs, roast duck, stewed geese in an iron pot. There were even people who directly brought the hot pot over.

"It's still the Yuan Yang Pan, fungus soup and butter. They directly sent a small fridge over to prepare the dishes."

"Brother Song, this is the first time I know that the rice wire crossing the bridge is in a fish tank. I can even swim inside."

"There are also stuffed buns. I counted them and there are sixteen types of stuffed buns, three of each."

"There are three beverages stores on this floor. Look at this drink, from fruit tea to milk tea to coffee and ice cream. We can all hold a social with these things."

Yang Soong was shocked when he was surrounded by all kinds of food.

"Isn't everyone too enthusiastic?"

No matter how much Meng Shihan and Chen Ming could eat, they would not be able to finish it in three days.

This food took up a very narrow space that could originally be arranged in ten cars.

"Brother Song, what should we do?"

There was no way they could finish eating. Even if they were stuffed to death, they wouldn't be able to finish eating.

If they didn't eat, they wouldn't be able to live up to their expectations.

Yang Soong said, "I will roast a few more skewers."

Chen Ming said, "Do you think it's too little? You'll die from overeating after being reborn three times."

"What I mean is, call all of you here. Let's have a food exchange meet and eat together. The more people we have, the more powerful we will be."

"That makes sense."

Chen Ming and Meng Shihan immediately went to call for people.

No one would reject Yang Soong's invitation.

People from all the restaurants had come, especially the head chef. He even held down the boss and rushed out first.

"Why are you running so fast?" The boss was puzzled. Didn't their chefs only love to eat and not to move?

"What do you know? This is an exchange meeting proposed by Brother Song!"

"Mortal, you don't understand the pursuit of our chefs. To be able to receive the guidance of a master teacher is akin to seeing the moon from the clouds. There are at least two to three years left."

"Only now did I know that this is Brother Song, the one who killed the heir of the hidden Chef King clan."

All the chefs lined up and smiled. They bowed and greeted Yang Soong.

"Brother Song, this Pickle Fish was made by me. Please try it and give me some suggestions."

"I made the Kung Pao Chicken. It doesn't feel crisp enough. I don't understand what's going on."

"Stewing green fruit soup with white radish is my specialty. " The more I cook, the better. The customers also don't like my soup. "

...

Yang Soong tasted the dishes one by one.

"Pickle Fish, pickled vegetables and fish are very important. Your pickled vegetables are very good, but the fish is almost interesting. The fish meat is too thin. When you eat it, the taste will float on the surface, and the fish meat will be thicker by 30%. " Try again. Don't cut the pickled vegetables into so many pieces. Make it bigger and bigger. "

The chef's eyes, which were filled with the smell of pickled vegetables, instantly lit up. "Yeah. Why didn't I think of that?"

It was a young man, Little Brother Du, who served the Kung Pao Chicken. Yang Soong tasted it and said,

"If I'm not wrong, you should have been cooking not long ago. It should not have been more than half a year."

"Brother Song, you're really awesome. I just started cooking for five months and three days."1

Yang Soong nodded and said, "In such a short period of time, it's already very good to be able to make the Gong Bao Chicken to such an extent. The taste is very harmonious, and the biggest flaw is Gou Qian. The licorice powder is thicker, and it affects the crispness of the mouth. There's also knife skills. You still have to practice. You can't ignore basic skills just because you have good talent."

"Yes, Brother Song, I'll listen to you."

Yang Soong came again to taste the radish stewing green fruit soup. The one who asked about this soup was Old Master Liu. Back then, he used to be a chef in a big restaurant in the capital. He was also the most respected person in the gourmet area before Yang Soong came.

"Old Master, there is no problem with the taste of your soup. There is no problem with the knife skills and the seasoning of the fire. The fault lies in the fact that there is no problem with it."

As soon as these words were spoken, an uproar arose in the surroundings.

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