1250: C1250 Speaking of Ice Cream

C1250 Speaking of Ice Cream

1"I suspect you're playing with me." Yang Soong did not believe that the hot pot flavored ice cream would taste good.

Noble first opened the packaging and ate it. "After I finish eating, you can give me that one too."

This kid ate very happily, and there were many people who came to buy hotpot flavored ice cream.

Yang Soong planned to try it.

He even prepared it. If it wasn't delicious, he would throw it on his noble shoes.

In the end,

the combination of sesame sauce, sesame oil, and fresh milk really made him feel like he was eating hotpot. The taste was rare and harmonious, just like using cream to dip in sesame sauce. It was delicious!

Yang Soong quickly finished it off.

"Hehe, adult men always have a bad mouth." The noble and bold bid for another two dollars. "Another one."

Apart from the taste, the northeastern ice cream was also very pricey.

Before eating, if someone told Yang Soong that the ice cream in Yang Shen was basically fifty cents or one dollar, the most expensive one would be... Two dollars, three dollars was an extremely expensive price.

Yang Soong invited Noble to eat barbeque, stewed iron pot, cold noodles, all kinds of snacks, and invited him to eat ice cream.

"Just eat whatever you want. I still have a lot of money from the last exam. You can eat ice cream for 100 RMB, and you can eat it until next year."

Yang Soong hadn't eaten enough ice cream for 100 RMB even after he left.

Apart from that, the ice-cream in the northeast was also very different.

In the end, it was still the roots of the former Imperial City. The ice-cream in the Palace of Shenyang could definitely satisfy all of the little freshness's favorites.

"The ice cream they made is pretty good. I'll just buy it directly and eat it slowly. Be careful that it causes diarrhea."

Chen Ming chewed on the big fruit in the middle of the street and continued to flip down.

"The big bones in the northeast are also excellent. They have a martial arts style when they are eaten, especially with the big white pears in the local area. They have the taste of walking around the world with a sword. However, this big bone is very particular about the stove. I'll just send a few bottles of the big white pears. "

The big bone still only had photos.

A big basin made of stainless steel. The big bones inside were coarse and the color of the sauce was enchanting. The fragrance seemed to be able to pass through the photos.

Chen Ming hatefully tore open the glutinous rice cake again to eat.

The soft and sweet glutinous rice cake had a sweet purple potato in the middle. It was sweet and soft, and could very well pacify the gluttonous heart.

"There's also the northeastern stewing. I also sent the ingredients and videos of cooking. I tried cooking it myself. This is a very magical dish. Different people can make different flavors at different times. As long as you put your heart into it, you can usually make it delicious."

Chen Ming looked at the ingredients. He knew all the things inside.

It was different now. Chen Ming was also a man who could cook delicious instant noodles.

"Even Brother Song trusts me. I can cook delicious northeastern stewing. It seems like this dish is quite famous."

Chen Ming picked up the box of ingredients and saw a note. "I thought about it. You should ask Gu Baixiang to cook it for you. Don't waste the ingredients."

The pride that had just risen in Chen Ming's heart disappeared.

In addition, Yang Soong also sent over pork and pickled vegetables to cook noodles, chicken and mushrooms, assorted hotpot, and all kinds of beans.

"Chicken stewed with mushrooms, I sent a soup. With my soup, there's no way it won't taste good."

"The assorted hot pot is very simple. Apart from boiling water and pot, I've already prepared it for you. Don't say you don't know how to do it."

"Use the beans to boil the Eight Treasures Soup."

In addition, Yang Soong also sent braised pork knuckle, lamb in the belly of the fish, and Wuxiang Beef Slices.

They were all finished products that could be eaten by heating.

"I was bored and even made almond sugar. I cooked some black tea for myself to eat."

The 1.8 meters fridge was not wasted at all.

Looking at everything, it was almost 7 o'clock.

Chen Ming put the sticky bean bun and braised pork knuckle into the steamer, instructed people to watch, and then rushed to the toilet.

He stayed inside for forty minutes and felt exhausted.

This was the punishment of not eating in the morning and getting rid of three pieces of ice cream in an empty stomach. It was too impulsive!

When he came out, the weak and weak Chen Ming launched a destructive attack on the sticky bean bun and braised pork knuckle.

He had gone too far and needed to be replenished.

The new maid, xiao An, was surprised when she heard that. "Eating braised pork knuckle in the morning? Won't you get sick of it?"

He even took braised pork knuckle and sticky bean buns to eat together. What kind of god eating method was this?

It always felt very dark.

"The hobbies of rich people are really strange."

The old servant comforted him, "Child, you're too young. That's Brother Song's cooking. You won't get sick of eating it. That's the highest level of pork knuckle. Every pork knuckle made by Brother Song is a proud pork knuckle!"

Xiao An smiled. "Are you joking with me again?"

He still didn't believe it. After finishing his work, he went to the kitchen to eat breakfast.

The maids in the house could not go to eat together. Someone had to stand guard and take turns to eat.

When Xiao An reached the kitchen, or to be more precise, before he could enter the kitchen, he was attracted by the smell of sauce. His nose couldn't help but tremble, and his mouth unconsciously secreted saliva.

"Why does everything smell so good?" It was even more fragrant than the dishes at the banquet the day before yesterday.

Xiao An walked in unconsciously and saw a skinny fatty eating the pork knuckle. The pork knuckle was especially red and attractive under the morning sun, constantly emitting a charming fragrance.

The fat man was very restrained when eating. Every bite he took would cause him to stop and chew slowly.

The way he chewed was also very strange. There was clearly a big mouthful of meat in his mouth, but he kept his mouth tightly shut. His cheeks moved gently as if he couldn't bear to chew.

However, that pig knuckle was stewed very soft and rotten. Every time, fatty could easily swallow it. Then, he opened his bloody mouth and continued to eat.

It was very magical. The bones in the pig knuckle had already been cleanly pulled out. However, when Fatty bit it, the outer layer of the pig knuckle's skin actually flicked a little. One could see that it was rich in gelatin and the texture was very good.

As for the taste, xiao An didn't doubt that it wouldn't taste good at all.

Because the fat man had already finished eating the pig knuckle, he skillfully and naturally dipped the mantou into the sauce on the plate.

After finishing the entire pig knuckle, xiao An realized that the plate was really big.

"Hiccup!" After finishing the last bite, fatty looked at the clean and clean plate. Satisfied, he held his stomach and leaned against the back of the chair. "How many days has it been? How many days has it been since I've eaten so much?"

After eating and drinking enough, his brain, stomach, and soul were all very comfortable.

"I can feel the beauty of heaven and earth!"

"All of this happiness was brought to me by Brother Song."

"Although I'm full, I still want to say, please give me another pig knuckle like this. No, give me a dozen!"

Chen Ming was confident that he could finish it, and he definitely wouldn't feel bored.

"It feels good to have a bulging belly. Hehe, you've already slimmed down from hunger two days ago." That was not a lie.

Chen Ming had actually slimmed down his stomach first, but he had not slimmed down anywhere else.

If it were a woman, she would probably feel very happy.

However, Chen Ming felt very sad. "How can I lose? I am a rich man after all. Why do I always give people the feeling that I am not full?"

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