998: C998 Crying for a Living

C998 Crying for a Living

"I'm ready!"

Yoshichiro Hitaka and Yang Soong were done at the same time.

This made things awkward.

Whose was the one who went first?

Eating noodles did not wait for people.

The healthy man glared at Yang Soong, then at the young lady in qipao. "Yours, quickly come and serve me."

The young lady in qipao was in a difficult position.

Yang Soong said, "It's fine. Take his."

He made cold noodles.

Yoshichiro Limu made the noodles with mixed noodles. This time, he learned his lesson and boiled the noodles with cold water.

The judges first ate the healthy man's noodles.

It was simply blinding. This guy made Emperor Crab Noodles.

It was full of crab yellow and wrapped around the noodles, shining with golden light.

One look and one could tell that it had a taste as well as the feeling of a nouveau riche.

In order to prepare this bowl of noodles, the All-Conquering Yoshichiro used an entire three King Crabs.

He only took the King Crabs' crab yellow, which made one's index finger move.

"This is definitely the most expensive noodles you can imagine!" The healthy and healthy Jiro was once again possessed by the chuunibyou soul.

He didn't know why this fellow didn't know how to keep a low profile and be modest.

Yang Soong said, "There is a word called 'arrogant night doctor'. There is also a word that you can revise. It is called 'looking at the sky from the well'."

"Hmph, I don't believe that you can make noodles that are more expensive than Emperor Crab Noodles."

The noodles he made could be described as cooking gold and jade.

As expected, the three judges ate the noodles cleanly and their mouths were full of oil.

This was the crab yellow of the King Crab, who would be willing to waste it?

The King Crab that was used by Jiro was still alive, so it was even more precious.

The judges ate one by one to satisfy their needs.

When Yang Soong sent the noodles over and looked at them, they were disappointed.

It was nothing. Yang Soong actually made cold noodles.

The ingredients used were also ordinary, with only tuna, prawn meat, and fish balls.

Compared to the Emperor Crab, the King Crab, the King Crab, the King Crab, the King Crab, the King Crab, the King Crab, the King Crab, and the King Crab. It was not the same weight level at all.

If one were to say that the healthy and healthy Jiro's Emperor Crab Noodle Soup was a luxurious and sky-high meal, Yang Soong's bowl was simply a roadside stall.

"I'm definitely going to win!" The King Crab Noodle Soup said to Yang Soong.

When the judges ate, they would shave the bottom of the bowl.

How unfulfilled was this?

Yang Soong's bowl of noodles at the roadside stall was not worthy to be compared with him.

"You flipped the car!"

The judges were almost disappointed. They picked up the cold noodles and prepared to taste it.

"Yang Soong, probably passed out from the heat."

"He actually lost the last match."

"What a pity."

When he put the noodles into his mouth, chewed, and touched his tongue.

"Hmm?"

"Is this the taste?"

"It's over!"

Go to his mouth and taste it!

The judges turned into noodles and swallowed into the machine. They waved their chopsticks and stuffed the noodles into their mouths.

As long as they didn't choke to death, they would stuff it into their mouths.

They ate so selflessly.

They ate noodles and drank soup without any delay. In the end, they even raised the big bowl and poured it into their mouths crazily.

Bang!

The three of them put down their empty bowls at the same time. "Hiccup!"

How satisfying!

This time, Yang Soong was not stingy. Each of them had given them a big bowl. However, the amount of food they ate would be known by whoever ate it.

"Chef Yang, can we have another bowl?"

What was the essence of the cold noodles?

It was definitely - another bowl!

Yang Soong smiled. "No."

"Chef Yang, the bowl of cold noodles you gave us actually didn't have much noodles, but more soup. We just had some water to fill our stomachs."

The judges tried to reason with Yang Soong.

"Three gentlemen, you have already eaten the fried noodles and crab yellow noodles."

What they meant was, if you eat cold noodles again, you don't need to eat too much.

Yang Soong didn't even give them a standard amount.

"But we still want to eat."

"In life, there must be dreams. Desires are endless. You three must be careful."

People with knowledge even rejected others, and their words made people speechless.

The healthy Jiro urged his translation again. "Tell them not to engage in philosophy. Tell them something I can understand."

The translator: "They didn't speak to you"

The Yoshichiro Nakajima continued, "Hurry up and announce the results of the competition. I can't possibly lose again this time."

Yang Soong gave him a bowl of noodles. "Try it."

The healthy Jiro was very surprised that Yang Soong actually took the initiative to give him noodles. He was a little excited. It must be because he wanted to eat it. After all, Yang Soong had already won two matches against him.

He did not really want to eat it. "Can't you put some expensive ingredients?"

This bowl of noodles was really too simple and crude.

However, when it entered his mouth, the healthy Jiro took a big bite of the noodles and madly ate.

It was too delicious!

How could it be so refreshing?

It was simply indescribably delicious.

He ate more generously than the three judges combined. It was as if he was going to swallow the ocean bowl completely or directly.

"One more bowl!" The healthy and healthy young man patted the bowl and looked at Yang Soong.

"What are you thinking about?" Yang Soong said, "Tell me yourself, who won between the two of us?"

He had been eating cold noodles so happily that he had forgotten that the healthy Ichiro who was in the middle of the competition seemed to be frozen.

He was cold.

"I lost."

As he spoke, he started to cry. He cried at Yang Soong. "Why did I lose again? I lost to you in the first match because I was careless. I lost to you in the second match. You were too cunning. I lost again in the third match. What should I do this time?"

He could not find a reason.

Yang Soong started to pack his things.

Unguarded, the healthy and healthy Jiro rushed over, wanting to hug him and cry.

Yang Soong dodged for a while, but he did not manage to completely avoid it. The healthy young man did not hug him, but grabbed the corner of his shirt and cried.

Yang Soong helplessly pulled the corner of his shirt and tore it. The healthy Jiro actually sat on the ground and hugged Yang Soong's leg while crying.

"Ah, I lost to you, I lost to you again!"

"King Crab, why did my King Crab lose to your cheap seafood?"

"I don't understand, I really don't understand. I clearly made it first."

"Why can't you lose?"0

Yang Soong's eyebrows jumped. "The ingredients are not differentiated by quality. Who told you that ordinary fish and prawns are not as expensive as King Crabs?"

"When cooking food, one has to pay attention to the heart. You have to fully consider all kinds of situations and truly think for the customers. This is the original intention of a chef."

He tried to reason with him.

The Yoshichiro Limited was still crying. "I still can't accept it. Why on earth are you doing this? How can you make such delicious food with such ordinary ingredients? Are you really human? "

It was impossible to reason with him.

He cried like a landslide again, shaking Yang Soong's ear so much that it hurt.

This fellow was even pursing his snot.

Yang Soong said, "Don't be discouraged. Actually, you just don't know how to knead dough. The seasoning is average. Controlling the temperature depends on luck. The ability to pick ingredients is just so-so. Plus, you took a detour when cooking. Other than that, there are no other problems that you can't turn back in a short period of time."

He gave his instructions clearly and clearly.

Zu Jiro was so shocked that he couldn't make a sound.

There's a chance.

Yang Soong continued to work hard. "Actually, in the end, you just didn't cook well."

The healthy young man covered his liver carefully, and Yang Soong took the opportunity to save his leg.

Just as he was about to run, he was hugged again.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Yang Soong was about to go crazy. It was enough for a man to repeatedly hug his thigh.

"I want to be an apprentice in your restaurant and learn culinary skills from you. One day, I will surpass you!" Yoshichiro Yoshida shouted, "I know there is another saying in China, 'you will have a taste of your own medicine'."

"Don't f * cking use idioms, you amateur!"

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