1101: C1101 My Customer

C1101 My Customer

Yang Soong placed the fried sausages on top of the sausage, placed the lettuce leaves and onion slices, rolled them up and handed them to the warm wine.

"Thank you, Brother Song!" The warm wine caught the egg pancake and took a bite without hesitation.

What a big bite.

Then, his gaze swept over those gluttons who were obviously eyeing his egg pancake with ill intentions.

This egg pancake was already his from inside out.

Yang Soong said, Your behavior is like a dog peeing in its own territory.

Forget it, forget it. He also conveniently gave himself one.

There happened to be someone who specialized in selling egg pancakes at the scene. His name was Liu Changsheng, and he had a different name from the angry old man.

Liu Changsheng was only in his twenties, and he had a handsome face.

With his face and the taste of the egg pancakes from the sun, he was quite popular in Luo University.

Liu Changsheng was a young man who loved sweeping. There was a saying, Aiya, everyone actually took a liking to my inner self. My egg pancake is the best in Year 1 Luo!

He also did not count how many restaurants in Luocheng University sold egg pancakes.

There definitely wouldn't be more than three restaurants.

Yang Soong had casually made egg pancakes at the scene. Even if Liu Changsheng didn't eat it, he only saw the alluring glow of the pancakes and smelled the fragrance. Liu Changsheng knew he had lost.

He had lost too obviously.

Someone asked: "Eternal Life, the egg pancake you made and the muffin brother made, whose one is delicious?"

Liu Eternal life didn't say anything.

"I remember someone making egg pancakes in the restaurant?" As soon as Yang Soong finished speaking, someone immediately raised his hand and squeezed in front of him.

"Do you mind if you try what I made?" Yang Soong asked.

The Hundred Phoenix Pavilion had egg pancakes, and Yang Soong was quite satisfied with it. He was very happy to share it with the other chefs.

"As long as you guys learn it and wait for me to leave, the customers will come and find you guys to eat egg pancakes. My little life will have another layer of protection. "

The egg pancake. This kind of snack that could be found all over the street could always easily stimulate the nerves of the customers.

"Sigh. I suddenly want to eat the Egg Cake. " There was no lack of such emotion.

Then, he said, "I originally wanted to eat it so I could directly go to the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion. Now that Brother Song has run away, where can we eat it?"

There were ten thousand ways to make a foodie angry or even irritable. The most powerful method was to make him miss the food he wanted and had eaten before. But now, no matter what, he couldn't eat it.

Yang Soong was very worried that he would be hunted down. The reason why he was being hunted was because of the egg pancake.

He could not be cultivating right now. He might even meet other big shots in the cooking industry who had just left the big shots behind and were preparing to pluck the fruits of their labor.

An accident suddenly occurred.

"No, I can't communicate with my culinary skills in time. I don't need to act cool anymore. I have to leave first!"

"Why?"

"A large group of people are hunting me down. "

"What is the reason for this?"

"For the egg pancake!"

It was too embarrassing.

He had taught everything he could, so the chances of him being hunted down would be lower.

It didn't matter if he sent a blade or not.

In any case, he would be on a long journey, so no one would necessarily be able to find him.

It was really a wonderful imagination.

Yang Soong busied himself for another day.

The healthy and healthy young man and Nozawa Izawa stared at each other as they entered the eastern restaurant.

"Don't think that I don't know that you're craving Brother Song's cooking. " The Yoshichiro Nakajima had an expression of 'I'm going to expose your plot' on his face.

"Hehe, don't tell me you're not?" Nozawa Izawa also looked down on the Yoshichiro Nakajima.

One disliked that he wasn't open and aboveboard, while the other disdained that he was too direct and tactful.

Although both of them had the same thoughts.

Nozawa said: "You came to China earlier than me and ate a few meals in the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion? What do you think? "

This thought was not only to ask how the healthy Jiro felt after eating, but also to ask if he had secretly learned anything.

"Hmph!" Yoshichiro Nakajima, as a big shot in the direct world, did not receive Nozawa Izawa's signal.

"I just want to ask you if you have learned Yang Soong's recipe!"

He had made it clear.

The voice was so loud that Yang Soong, who was about to leave, caught it.

"What cookbook do you want to learn from me?" Yang Soong could not tell whose voice it was.

He heard that someone was interested in his cookbook.

That was, they were interested in his recipe.

Interest meant they wanted to learn and learn well.

He could teach.

The crowd dispersed, and the two people from He Country were exposed.

However, the clothes of Nozawa Izawa and the healthy Second Brother were very ordinary.

It was impossible to tell that they were foreigners just by looking at their clothes.

"I know them. Aren't they the two chefs from He Country?"

"Not only did they smash Brother Song's place, they even slapped the faces of the two chefs. "

"What are the two of them doing here?"

"For Brother Song's recipe, their voices are so loud, and their intentions are so bad. We heard them all. "

……

Yoshichiro Yoshizawa and Ozawa Izawa felt a little awkward.

Especially the Second Brother, his attitude had changed.

After experiencing all kinds of Jianghu snacks in Luocheng, he realized that his Myanmar was just a child's play.

In Luocheng, there were too many chefs whose cooked wheaten food was better than his.

Recently, Fitchi Yoshichiro was very obsessed with a type of soup called noodles.

Of course, the one that fascinated him the most was Yang Soong.

Yang Soong made new noodles and steamed a new flavor of buns.

And, it turned out that the fire was also cooked wheaten food.

Yoshichiro Limited couldn't enter the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion to try it out, so he went to various shops in Luocheng to find good quality food.

He had eaten all kinds of donkey meat, braised meat, and white face fire.

He had also been happy about the taste.

What made the healthy Jiro feel the most emotional was a shop called Hokkaido Donkey Meat Fire, and the owner was called Wei Yingjie.

It was said that three generations of people in the family made fire.

"Boss Wei, you should be the best person in the entire Luocheng to cook donkey meat!" Yoshichiro Yoshida said after finishing off the three donkey meat.

He was truly impressed.

"China's cooked wheaten food is really extensive and profound. "

He had been in Luocheng for so long, but he still hadn't eaten it all.

It turned out that it was so difficult for a person to eat a whole city of China.

Wei Yingjie wasn't even thirty yet, and he was already married and had children. He was a very mature person, and he was also very optimistic and loved to smile.

"My craftsmanship can only be said to have just passed the passing line. You haven't eaten Brother Song's craftsmanship in the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion yet, so the fire he makes is the real classic. "

Yang Soong's fire sale was very famous. Of course, Wei Yingjie's family was very interested, so they also went to try the food.

In the end, they were experienced.

"My dad said that although Brother Song made it with white fire, it's just like what we always said, the Five Fragrance Fire. Without the donkey meat, it would be so delicious. If the donkey meat was picked up, the taste would be amazing. "

Yoshichiro Limited didn't believe him. "But your family's donkey meat is already very good. The layers inside are as thin as paper. It's crispy and delicious, as if it's directly used to roast autumn dry leaves. "

What kind of damn metaphor was that?

Wei Yingjie didn't explain further. "I'm just saying that you definitely don't believe me. It's better for you to personally go to the Hundred Wind Pavilion and have a taste. "

Fei Lijian was well-dressed, and it was obvious that he did not lack money at all. Furthermore, he was in pursuit of delicious food. Wei Yingjie thought that he should go back and have a try.

He wanted to go, but the blacklist stopped him.1

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