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Yang Soong stuffed the Green Bamboo Scallion into Gu Baixiang's mouth.

What the hell was this? What was there to be alarmed about?

It was just the legendary Green Bamboo Scallion. Was there really a need for that?

In the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion and in Yang Soong's hands, there was no need for him to be surprised when he saw something from the legends.

Yang Soong himself was a figure that lived in the legends.

He had long gotten used to it.

On the surface, he looked calm, but on the inside, he was even calmer.

In the past, whenever the system threw out any magical ingredients, Yang Soong would still be shocked, but later on, he would gradually stop.

He was used to it.

Yang Soong was so calm. In the eyes of Gu Baifeng and the others, this was the demeanor of an expert.

"As expected of Brother Song!"

Yang Soong was dumbfounded. What's wrong with me now? What's with your strange worship?

"Brother Song is worthy of being the name card of the chef of Huaxia. He makes me feel inferior!" Gu Baiwen felt that Yang Soong was a person who had seen a lot of things.

A big boss who was indifferent to humiliation.

He was already an immortal who could float in the clouds and look down on these ordinary people.

Yang Soong didn't know what he was thinking. If he knew, he would probably admit it.

Young man, you're right. I'm the man who's about to become the king of Master Chef.

Maybe it was because he had killed a lot of chefs in He Country recently, but Yang Soong was also infected with chuunibyou disease.

However, in his body, he had strong strength to back him up. It was not a chuunibyou disease, but a matter of course.

The customers of Hundred Phoenix Pavilion were already used to Yang Soong's extraordinary manipulation.

Gu Baiwei ate the Green Bamboo Scallion, laughing and crying.

"Wait until the next food appraisal meeting. Bring the Green Bamboo Scallion over and slap those idiots in the face!"

"What is it? The onions that have been sold to us all these years can even be compared to gold and silver. "

There were a few food suppliers in Northern Europe. They were selling first-class green onions to China, and the price of every catty was comparable to gold.

"Ingredients Appraisal Assembly?" This was the first time Yang Soong had heard of such a gathering.

"Actually, it's a competition. It's the best food ingredients in our countries to be evaluated and priced. This is of utmost importance to the cooking industry. "

Gu Baiyi also gave an example:

"For example, He Country's 5A godly beef is publicly acknowledged as the best beef and has also become the standard of the best beef dishes. "

It was an authentic western restaurant. If there was no godly snowflake beef, it would not be worthy of being called high-class.

In other words, the food ingredients meeting set the standard.

"It's time to rectify China's onion name!" Gu Baiwei was very excited.

Although the price of green onion couldn't be compared to beef, no matter which country's chef cooked, there would always be green onion in the kitchen.

"What's the procedure for that gourmet convention?"

"First it's the five continents. For example, in the food conference in Asia, we have to choose the best ingredients. In principle, we have to choose 100 ingredients. However, if there are no ingredients that can be used, we will forfeit a portion of the food. As long as you are qualified to get the ingredients in front of the whole world. "

"The good ingredients selected by the Asia Food Ingredients Conference will then be selected to participate in the World Food Ingredients Conference. The rankings will be determined, the levels will be divided, and the lowest price will be set. The best ingredients will usually not be limited. "

Yang Soong understood.

"When will the competition be held?"

"Because of the time limit, the Food Ingredients Conference is divided into four seasons, which is four matches. It will be held once every three or five years. This depends on the situation. "

Yang Soong understood this kind of flexible competition mechanism very well.

After all, it was not easy to nurture any ingredients.

It required time to test.

"This year's Autumn competition will be held in Hainan. " Gu Baiwen got angry at the mention of this.

"What a coincidence!" Yang Soong did a lot of research on seafood in the video.

Other than entering the Yellow Note, he accidentally found that he could enter any restaurant's kitchen on that street.

It was simply a pleasant surprise.

As expected of a coastal city, almost every restaurant on the gourmet street had their own unique seafood.

Yang Soong wished he could just flap his wings and fly to the beach to practice his food.

Today was different from the past. He was now a seafood boss with 132 seafood dishes.

"Brother Song, you don't know. It will take us at least two years to produce the improved ingredients. " Gu Baiwen was furious. "Even if we report it, we should wait for the next time. We were tricked by those bastards this time. "

The ingredients had not been nurtured yet, but they had not been prepared.

However, China had become an eastern country.

At that time, the food ingredients meeting would be held on time. The windows would be opened, and all face would be lost.

"Now that we have the Green Bamboo Scallion, we can slap those people's faces!" Gu Bai's taste.

Yang Soong said, "The Food Ingredients Assembly. Only Green Bamboo Scallions are not enough. "

This sentence pulled Gu Bai's heart back to the ground.

"But we don't just have Green Bamboo Scallions. " Yang Soong had a good brother called the System.

There was still a month until the Autumn Food Meet, and time was still a little tight.

"Try some biscuits and give me some suggestions. " Yang Soong had long seen Gu Baifeng not only eat Green Bamboo Scallions, but also secretly eat three biscuits.

"What suggestions?" Gu Baiwen was clearly still a child who had never experienced the dangers of the world, pure and innocent.

He was a little silly.

Meng Shijia and the others were already thinking about the essay.1

"Hurry up and eat it. Come over and write it together. " Meng Shijia's face was as dark as the lid of a pot. "Give my opinion on the leaf biscuits. Tell me clearly what other shortcomings it has and where the space for improvement is. "

In the future, brother-in-law's culinary skills would be delicious no matter what he did. He just liked to let people write essays. This habit was too sharpening.

Gu Baixiang threw a few leaf biscuits into his mouth. The taste was very beautiful.

"Why do you have to give your opinion? These biscuits are very delicious, aren't they?" Gu Baiwei ate the biscuits and enjoyed it very much. "I haven't eaten such delicious vegetable biscuits in so many years. I really should learn from Brother Song about the scallion pancakes shop in Beijing. Their biscuits are getting worse and worse every year," Gu Baitian said.

"Are you talking about the 20-year old biscuit shop?" Yang Soong had been to Beijing and had heard of the celebrations, but he had never eaten them.

"I heard that their family has 18 kinds of biscuits as their signboard. They are very famous in the capital. "

Gu Bai's taste was very good. That was in the past. To be precise, that was in the past. Now, their family's biscuits can't hold on anymore. They only taste half of what they tasted in the past. The first generation boss can't make biscuits, and the second generation's craftsmanship can't. They're smashing the signboard. "

"Brother Song, this vegetable pancake you made is as delicious as the first boss of the Qing Dynasty a few years ago. "

The first time Yang Soong made biscuits, he already had the foundation of Qing Ji's twenty years old restaurant.

"In Jing City, twenty years old shops can be found everywhere. It's not a big deal at all. " Gu Baiwei sighed, "But in the end, the memorial is a shop that can support eighteen kinds of biscuits. Now that it has declined, it's really regrettable. "

Vegetable biscuits, one of the 18 types of Qing Ji biscuits.

"I heard that the old shopkeeper suddenly fell into dementia and couldn't hand over all of his culinary skills. Otherwise, Qing Ji wouldn't have fallen. "

However, the Celebrity Biscuit Store had been open for twenty years.

Eighteen types of desserts, I really have the heart to teach my disciple. It was impossible that he couldn't teach any of them. As long as their own family knows what's going on inside.

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