1094: C1094 Don't Make a Fuss out of It

C1094 Don't Make a Fuss out of It

Because of the biscuits, everyone temporarily forgot what Yang Soong said about reducing the opening hours.

The main reason was that the leaf biscuits were simply too delicious.

It was salty, sweet, and crispy. When one ate it, there was also the fragrance of peppermint. Each bite was crunch, crunch, and crispness.

"Brother-in-law said there are nine types of vegetables. I only ate peppermint and onions. What did you guys eat?"

Shen Huaizhao and Meng Shihan ate very seriously.

"Carrot, potatoes, and tomatoes!" This was Shen Huaizhao.

"There's the fragrance of onion oil. There should be Green Bamboo Scallions inside. Besides that, I can also vaguely taste the taste of spinach. "

Other than that, they were unable to taste it.

He said eight types, and there was another type.

Yang Soong suddenly frowned. "I'm sorry, I said less. It's actually ten types of vegetables. "

He still needed two more.

Chen Ming's video call came again.

"You guys are eating cookies behind my back again!"

"Don't hide, it's useless even if you hide. I already saw it!"

"The leaf shaped biscuits are so cute. Meng Shijia, you beast, eat slower. After breakfast, don't be like the reincarnation of a hungry ghost!"

" Brother Song, dear Brother Song, send me some biscuits. Call a person from the same city to pick them up at an extremely fast speed, or I'll call my driver to get them. Tell them to slow down. "

Chen Ming was about to cry again.

The son of the richest man didn't even cry when he was kidnapped. He actually wanted to cry when he couldn't even eat the pig soup and biscuits.

Yang Soong said, "You have some prospects. It's just a few biscuits. It's also my first time roasting them. They might not be delicious. "

Chen Ming wiped his face. "Brother Song, you still don't understand yourself. How can the biscuits you roast not taste good?"

Meng Shijia ate happily. Although Meng Shihan and Shen Huaizhao wanted to protect the dignity of a beauty in front of Yang Soong, their speed of eating was not slow either.

Yang Soong said, "Wait till it gets cold. "

If the biscuits were not cool, there was no way to wrap them up. It would affect the taste.

"If it's cold, it will be gone. " Chen Ming hugged the tablet and wished he could pass through the screen.

"Meng Shijia, don't eat too much. If you eat too many biscuits, it will easily accumulate food. You don't grow big!" His tone was bitter.

Yang Soong said, "No, I don't. The way I roast biscuits is very unique. It's easy to make jokes, and I don't know how to accumulate food. "

"Ladies, if you eat too many biscuits, you will gain weight. A piece of biscuit will gain weight by one kilogram. "

There were many roads leading to Rome, and there was more than one way to persuade biscuits to leave.

Yang Soong said again, "Even more so, you don't know how to do it. This is a healthy Biscuit. You won't get fat if you eat it. This is my first time roasting Biscuit. How can I make such a mistake?"

Old Versailles.

Chen Ming's path was completely blocked.

"Brother Song, save Biscuit. " He almost couldn't even eat the dregs.

Yang Soong said instead, "You should take good care of your body. Biscuits and the like are snacks after all. Eat less. "

It was best not to eat anymore.

Chen Ming felt wronged. He looked so cute when he couldn't eat the biscuits.

Who would have thought that. . . It wouldn't be a small goal to defeat the richest man's son one day. It wouldn't be a fight between brothers, but a small biscuit.

Yang Soong grabbed another person and asked:

"Beloved, what do you think of these biscuits? Is there anything else that can be improved on? "

"Huaizhao, speak boldly. There must be a lot of flaws in these biscuits. Just say seven or eight of them will do. "

"Little brother, you must have eaten quite a lot of biscuits. Write a small essay for brother-in-law. It's called having a taste of biscuits. It doesn't need to be much, just eight hundred words will do. Remember to be concise and concise. If you want to write more, you must have something to say. If you dare to say anything, you will no longer have a place in the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion. "

Yang Soong sent a notebook and a pen to each of them.

"Hurry up and write it, don't be polite. " Yang Soong was very excited. "I want to absorb your opinions and improve the biscuits. "

"I've never made cookies before, and I just realized how fun it is to make cookies. "

"The principle of roasting biscuits and barbecued biscuits is actually similar. I've found my original heart. "

Yang Soong did not do anything else. He just stared at them in the yard.

If he had another pointer in his hand, he would be almost the same as the director of education.

"Why didn't you write it?" Yang Soong asked.

"Are you embarrassed to write it in front of me?" Yang Soong understood people very well and was very generous. "It's alright. Don't worry. It's my first time cooking biscuits that are not delicious. There are many shortcomings. I'm mentally prepared. Don't worry about it. Write it out. "

"Which one of you wrote the best? I have a reward. "

And he even tried to tempt them.

"Have you ever eaten the Shen Yang Chicken Row?" Yang Soong's voice was like a villain who used candy to trick children.

"Chicken rack, chicken rack, chicken rack, chicken grill. You haven't eaten it before, have you?"

"I haven't. " Through the screen, the sound of Chen Ming swallowing his saliva could overshadow the other three people in the yard.

"Brother Song, I can smell the fragrance. Are you grilling biscuits?" As a temporary non-staff member of the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion, Gu Baiwen had the right to enter and exit the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion freely.

When he entered, he saw the exquisite leaf biscuits, and his eyes lit up.

"It really is a biscuit, as expected of a biscuit. I smell. . . " Gu Baiwei was like a person who had just fallen into the water and finally managed to climb ashore.

"I smell potatoes, tomatoes, peppermint, carrots and spinach. There's also a very unique smell of onions. Strange, I seem to have never smelled this scent of onion oil before. "

"It's Green Bamboo Scallion. " Yang Soong took out a small plate from his back. There were two Green Bamboo Scallions on it.

Gu Baiwei looked as if he had been struck by lightning. "This is the legendary Green Bamboo Scallion? It really is the legendary Green Bamboo Scallion. I only heard about it from the old senior. I thought it was just a legend, but I never thought there really was such a green onion. "

He held the plate as if he was holding a courtyard within the second ring of the capital.

"The legendary Green Bamboo Scallion is the best of the best green onions. The green onion juice is as abundant as fruit juice. The fragrance and sweetness of the green onion can increase one's sense of taste. Even people who have lost their sense of taste can immediately recover after eating it. "1

Yang Soong was very calm, very calm, and very calm. "Actually, it's not a legend. Green Bamboo Scallions can indeed cure one's sense of taste. "

Not only was it delicious, but it also had a very magical medicinal value.

He still did not dare to believe it, but this green onion was really too beautiful. The taste was simply too wonderful.

Gu Baixiang was in Beijing. What kind of green onion hadn't he seen in all these years?

Many foreign chefs had shown off in front of him with the first-class green onion specially cultivated by their country.

Chef Gu had shown disdain on the noodles back then, but he still wanted it very much in his heart.

He had spent a lot of money to buy the excellent varieties of green onions from all over the world, and he also admitted that some of the green onions were indeed not bad.

But now, Chef Gu thought, What the hell is this? What kind of green onions are you selling to me? He should even use it to feed pigs when compared to the Green Bamboo Scallion.

Yang Soong said, "Don't just smell it. You can try it. The Green Bamboo Scallion can actually be considered a fruit under certain circumstances. It's very delicious. "

Chef Gu raised his hand and retracted it.

"What's wrong? You don't like it?" Yang Soong was a little surprised. Gu Baijiu did not look like she did not like green onions.

When he cooked pig soup in the morning, he even ate the spring green onions happily.

"No. " Gu Baixiang shook his head and said very seriously, "Brother Song, I feel like I need to take a bath and change my clothes. I want to smell the fragrance and pay my respects to heaven and earth to taste the Green Bamboo Scallion. "

He had just returned from outside. He was covered in dirt and did not deserve to eat the legendary green onion.

Yang Soong asked, "Do you want to go on a fasting for three more days?"

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