1184: C1184 Brother Song Is Our God

C1184 Brother Song Is Our God

The commotion in the kitchen quickly caught the attention of the person in charge, Chen Min.

She rushed over in a hurry and found out about the situation along the way.

"Does your God know that the customer is your God? You offended me just because of a stupid chef who sells buns. Are you crazy? I must complain to you! "

Feng Fei felt humiliated.

These people all dared to not give him face.

"Mr. Feng, this is China. " Xu Min rushed over, "God doesn't care about this. "

"What do you mean? Do you think I don't dare to complain to your hotel headquarters?" Feng Fei thought that since the person in charge came, he would apologize to him and scold the others.

"Just tell him whatever you want. I'm only telling you that customers are the ones who follow the rules in our hotel. We naturally serve them well. Those who don't follow the rules, please leave. " Xu Min went straight to the point.

"I'll teach you another lesson at the same time. Don't say bad things about Brother Song in front of the people of Luocheng. You'll get beaten up easily!"

"Also, our hotel can't afford to hire Brother Song. It's not just us. In the entire Luocheng, and even in the whole country, there might not be a single restaurant that can afford to hire Brother Song! "

Only now did Feng Fei realize that all the chefs present were glaring at him.

Yang Soong had given pointers to all the chefs in the Luocheng.

He had even defeated all the chefs from other places and even foreign countries who came to challenge him by himself.

He had given the chefs of Huaxia face, and he had given his people face!

Who didn't admire him?

Feng Fei, who felt that he was alone and helpless, immediately pulled the Felicitous Goliath: "Chef, speak up for me. Isn't Yang Soong just a person who knows how to make frozen buns? What's so great about him? Why can't I say it?"

" Let go! " Jiro immediately pushed him away and took two steps back: "How could Brother Song only know how to make frozen buns? He was clearly an all-rounded cook.

I lost to him in cooked wheaten food, Nozawa lost to him in raw fish, and the chefs who can't afford to lose. We all lost to Brother Song in our strongest field.

Brother Song is the sun in the culinary world. Only by bathing in his brilliance can we juniors grow up. You think that the cooked wheaten food I make is delicious because you haven't eaten Brother Song's delicious food before. That's the true ultimate delicacy. Competing with him, no, I don't deserve to compete with him at all.

As a Huaxia person, you actually haven't tasted Brother Song's delicious food before. What a huge regret. This is a tragedy! "

It's over. This time, no one will help him anymore.

Feng Fei did not understand. "That Yang Soong can really make the most delicious food?"

"Of course!" Chef Li Zhou was the first to support Yang Soong.

"In the world of cooking, nothing can be difficult for Brother Song! All the cooking problems are not a problem in front of Brother Song. I suggest you search online and find out what kind of dishes Brother Song can cook. Then look at the comments of the customers. You will know how amazing Brother Song is. "

Feng Fei ran away.

He immediately went to check Yang Soong's information.

There was a pile of delicious food, photos and videos. There were too many words and voices.

The entire chicken and fish were stripped of their bones.

The lamb feast, the fish feast, the invincible soup that dominated the world, the most delicious barbeque in the world, the Wensi Tofu, the 16-button dragon beard, the Golden Egg Fried Rice, the beef balls that peed, the jade dragon tendon, the butcher's knife that cut off the cow, and the Ten Mellow Wine.

All of these were extremely difficult, and many of the dishes and techniques had long been lost. Yang Soong knew all of them.

Not only did he know, but he also leveled up those dishes.

"How is this still a human? It's clearly Master Chef!"

"I want to go to the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion and have a taste myself. "

He saw the news on the Internet: Brother Song hasn't returned yet!

He followed the news and found out that Yang Soong had gone on a trip to cultivate his culinary skills.

Feng Fei took a mouthful of blood and refused to go down. He felt so uncomfortable that he called the hospital for emergency treatment.

After recuperating in the hospital for a period of time, Feng Fei wanted to eat Yang Soong's frozen buns every day.

The doctor asked, "What do you want to eat? Recently, you can only eat liquid food. "

After waiting for a week, Feng Fei finally got out of the hospital and ate a frozen bun.

A carrot and pork filling, a fan and meat filling.

"Smells so good! It smells so good! Delicious, so delicious! I've never eaten such a delicious bun before! It's even more delicious than the buns stuffed with Emperor Crabs and sea cucumber abalone!"

Feng Fei had tears in his eyes as he ate. He joined the group of foodies waiting for Yang Soong to return.

Every day, he would shout on the internet with a group of foodies.

"Brother Song, come back quickly! I really want to eat your delicious food!"

"Every night, I miss Brother Song's delicious food. "

"I want to eat the Roast Chicken Wings and Braised Glutens Brother Song makes to roast. S! s, seventh-grade stewed soup, competition abalone, imperial concubine chicken. . . "

The name of the dish was quite professional.

Someone asked. Bro, have you ever eaten so many delicacies cooked by Brother Song? Has he already been promoted to the Yang Family Army? "

The Yang family's army was Yang Soong's true fans and loyal fans.

Not everyone had the right to enter the Yang Family Army.

"I've never eaten it before. " The one who spoke was Feng Fei: "I've only eaten frozen buns before. The rest are videos and photos that I watched online. Right now, I really hope that Brother Song can come back. I want to eat his dishes, all his dishes!"

In the public chat group, there were a total of 500 people. Among them, there were 393 online users.

In an instant, the group was as silent as a temple.

After a while, everyone started talking again.

"Brother, you're really miserable. At least we ate Brother Song's other dishes, but you only ate frozen buns. "

"But it's not bad to be able to buy frozen buns. Recently, there have been too many people heading to Luocheng during the short break. When they come, they'll line up to buy buns. "

"It's normal, normal. I can't buy buns for a long time already. "

"I miss Brother Song's pancake and duck blood fan soup!"

"Who doesn't want Brother Song to make soy sauce noodles?"

"It's been a long time since I last ate Brother Song's lemon chicken claws. "

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Feng Fei was really not comforted at all.

The food of Hundred Phoenix Pavilion missed their Brother Song every day.

When would they come back to cook for them?

Yang Soong was eating happily outside.

Ever since he ate BBQ Xiao Shan and ketchup Boiled Meat at Huahua, he had not been able to let go of it for a long time.

There were even other customers who said, "This is the Old City District and also the Old Street. The restaurants and snack bars here all have good taste. Those with bad taste would have fallen long ago. Those who survived can withstand the test of time. Any one of them would have to be at least ten years old. "

"A ten-year-old restaurant is nothing. A twenty-year-old restaurant is nothing. "

"Most of the restaurants here are thirty or forty years old. They are not worthy of being called an old restaurant here. They can only be called an old restaurant for at least fifty years. "

One sentence was enough to be tested.

Yang Soong had eaten this piece for three days. Just by roasting it, he had eaten seven or eight completely different seasoning recipes.

The same thing was that they were all very delicious.

There was another benefit to this old city. There were many roads without surveillance.

Sometimes, Yang Soong would take the barbeque and jump into the space to eat in front of Wu Chuang.

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