1106: C1106 An Unrealistic Bun

C1106 An Unrealistic Bun

Fish meat, if you don't make it into raw fish, it's best to eat it while it's hot.

If it was cold, it would taste fishy.

A famous chef once said that when the fish meat was cooked, the fishy smell would begin.

The thing about fans was even more interesting. Actually, it didn't have much flavor to begin with, especially when it was frozen.

In other words, when you ate fans, it depended on how the chef soaked it.

"The fish meat will taste fishy, and the taste of the fans will probably fade. Furthermore, it will break, severely affecting the taste. " As a big boss of frozen food ingredients, Zhang Xiaoyang knew these things very well.

After the fans were frozen, it was very likely that they would break into pieces.

At any time, the fans that broke into pieces would not taste good.

"When the fish and the fans are together, the fans will definitely be contaminated by the taste of the fish meat. The entire stuffed bun is fishy, how can it be eaten? It can be eaten? " Zhang Xiaoyang sneered repeatedly. Every word was reasonable and logical. He only needed to point at Yang Soong and shout - Realize, swindler!

He looked at Yang Soong with disdain and disdain. When he looked at Gu Baiwei, he felt pain in his heart. "Head Chef Gu. You have really been deceived. Wake up. Think about it carefully. Does this fellow really know how to cook? How can fans and fish make buns together? He even makes frozen buns. How can a real chef make frozen buns? How can things that are frozen be delicious? "

Brother, have you forgotten what you are doing?

Calm down!

Gu Baiwen could not take it anymore. He stuffed something into Zhang Xiaoyang's mouth and covered his mouth with his hand, not allowing him to speak again.

"You're absolutely not allowed to insult Brother Song. "

Yang Soong did not mind. Ever since his debut, he had been questioned by countless people.

He was used to it.

The road to becoming the king of Master Chef was destined to be filled with storm and rain.

"Brother Song, I'm sorry. Boss Zhang is a bit impulsive. Don't be unhappy. After he eats the dishes you made, he will definitely regret it!" Gu Baiwen still covered Zhang Xiaoyang's mouth.

"Wuwuwuwu. . . " Zhang Xiaoyang struggled with all his might.

Hmph, he wouldn't.

Gu Baiwen was a simple person, so it was normal for him to be cheated. He, Zhang Xiaoyang, was a dignified capitalist, so how could he be so easily cheated?

"It's fine, I'm not angry. Your friend is here, you can rest today. " Yang Soong said.

Gu Baiwen was now a very serious staff chef in Hundred Phoenix Pavilion.

If he worked normally, it would be fine if he did not rest for a day. The kind that didn't even have a salary.

Yang Soong took the new ingredients and prepared to start a new round of experimentation.

Gu Baiwen looked at his back and felt a little sad. "Brother Song, you shouldn't be humiliated like this!"

Anyone who doubted the culinary skills of a chef would be greatly humiliated.

"The heavens have bestowed great responsibilities upon us. It has always been so. " Yang Soong waved his hand nonchalantly.

"Don't mind it too much. Strength can make everyone shut up. Come over tonight and try the newly made buns. I have a feeling that it will be a success tonight. "

Yang Soong already had a feeling that he would succeed.

A chef's premonition was equivalent to a writer's inspiration, a mysterious and mysterious thing.

He had to make the Steamed Bun Feast.

At night, the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion's business was as usual.

The food street was crowded with people. The students of Luo University Restaurant were so moved by the food they ate that tears streamed down their faces.

"Before graduation, you finally made me believe that our school canteen is not the most unpalatable place in the entire universe!"

"Brother Song is only one person, but he can change the entire canteen, this is simply too miraculous!"

"Brother, do you know what I saw when I came to the cafeteria at 3 o'clock this afternoon?"

At three o'clock in the afternoon, it was time for the school's canteen to rest.

"Did you see a ghost?"

"Get lost. In broad daylight, I saw the chefs in the dining hall practicing their knife skills!"

The once unrestrained potatoes in Luo Da Dong Restaurant were not peeled to cook, but the chefs were actually practicing their knife skills now.

"It's even scarier than seeing a ghost!"

"It's nothing. I even saw them cooking Egg Fried Rice!"

"Isn't it normal to cook Egg Fried Rice? Our school's restaurant has always been left with rice. "

In China, what if you ask 100 people about the remaining rice?

99 people will tell you to add an egg to make Egg Fried Rice. The 100th person will tell you to add some water to make rice soup and the other half to make Egg Fried Rice.

If someone says so, just pour it. Hehe, this kind of person could starve to death.

"I've already eaten it. The Egg Fried Rice is still very delicious. "

"It's window number three on the first floor, window number four, window number five, window eight on the second floor, and window number four on the third floor. As long as there's leftover rice, they are all practicing the Egg Fried Rice. "

"Not only do they practice, they also taste and score with each other. Some people even take pictures and say they want to send it to Brother Song. "

"Egg Fried Rice can be used for seasoning and cooking. "

"The chefs in our restaurant suddenly abandon evil and follow good. I'm not used to it. "

"How long has Brother Song been teaching us? The standard of the canteen increased by leaps and bounds. Can we participate in the national best restaurant evaluation this time? "

"There's such a competition?"

"There has always been. It's just that our school used to be too unpalatable in the past, so we weren't qualified to participate. "

……

More and more customers appeared on Baifeng Food Street. There were residents nearby, workers who got off work at the office building, tourists from other places, and so on.

It was hard to say. There were also a few hidden aliens.

More and more people came to eat snacks.

"I never thought that an ordinary gourmet street would have such delicious egg pancakes. I even generously gave two eggs to them!"

"And this iron tofu. One side is golden and crispy while the other side is tender. The seasoning is so strong that it tastes good. "0

"Duck blood fan soup. Damn, fresh duck blood. Is this what a snack stall should have?"

"This spring pancake dish is too delicious. Give me another one!"

……

The customers who came for the first time started to eat on the street and couldn't stop at all.

They would sigh with emotion whenever they ate. It's so delicious.

The person who cooked answered the compliment calmly and then told the customers, "It's only considered to be ordinary delicious. The real delicious food must be Brother Song's craftsmanship!"

"What? You don't even know about Brother Song?"

"Brother Song of Hundred Phoenix Pavilion, I'm not a scapegoat. I was only taught a few things by Brother Song. "

It wasn't strange that he was recommended by a customer.

Being recommended by the restaurant owner, Anli, on the whole street, was really shocking.

Almost everyone wanted to go to the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion to have a taste. What if it was delicious?

There were many people who had such thoughts, but there were even more who could not eat.

When they really reached the entrance of the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion, they would see two eye-catching words written on the big signboard: Customer.

"It's only eight o'clock. What do you mean by 'Customer'?"

"It means that the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion's share has been sold out today, and they won't be receiving any new customers. "

The customer who tried to try the restaurant was surprised. "Boss, you are not receiving customers so early in the morning. Aren't you a little lazy?"

"What's there to be lazy about? Brother Song was very busy. The restaurant was open for business at six o'clock in the evening. The customers would line up at five o'clock in the evening. Some of them would come early and wait here at noon. There was a fixed number of customers every morning, middle, and night. Brother Song was not lazy at all. He just wanted to ensure that every dish in Hundred Phoenix Pavilion was excellent! "

" Hey, don't say bad things about Brother Song! Otherwise, the entire Baifeng Food Street doesn't welcome you. "

"Beat you up!"

"I'm not selling your food!"

"I don't even have a sip of my drink!"

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