1325: C1325 Finally He Ate the Powder

C1325 Finally He Ate the Powder

"What's the powder?"

Hundreds and thousands of people in front of Yang Soong looked at him curiously, their eyes filled with the desire to know.

What was the powder made of?

Most of them were either sweet potatoes or potatoes.

Coincidentally, they were all things they didn't have.

Yang Soong came.

"Pink strips are a type of ingredient that is about the same as noodles. They are wide and thin. They can be stir-fried and can also be used to make stewed dishes. They don't have any taste to begin with, but they can absorb the soup very well."

It was useless to talk about it.

"Wait a moment. I'll make it. Everybody, try it."

"Thank you, Chef Yang!" That was the sentence waiting for him.

Yang Soong made the noodles and dried them on the rack beside him.

If the rack wasn't enough, someone would immediately bring a new one.

"Chef Yang, we usually hang silk from our house. I just wiped it three times with saline water. The water is very clean five times."

"Use mine. My family bought it new!"

"Mine, and mine. This is my family's pearl necklace."

"Give me the shelf, where's the pearl necklace?"

"That's not important!"

There was also a carpenter who had brought over a batch of wooden racks, but it was not enough. He took the tools and made them on the spot.

Yang Soong took the last potato and made it into powder.

He busied himself until the moon was high in the sky, and the sky was completely dark. Then it was dawn, and he finally finished making it. The powder was all left hanging on the shelf.

Everyone couldn't help but sigh in relief.

Yang Soong looked at the bright morning sun and said, "The weather today is not bad. I think we will be able to eat it in the afternoon."

Everyone present could not help but show a gratified expression, full of a sense of accomplishment.

They all worked hard on the powder.

Fortunately, this was the border. The sun was fierce, and the weather was actually quite cold. There were no mosquitoes.

"Everyone can go back and rest. Come back at dusk, then we can eat." Yang Soong suggested.

They were all people who had stayed up all night, so they were probably tired.

Yang Soong understood. In the end, no one was willing to leave for a while.

"How about this? I'll cook a few pots of sweet potato porridge. Everyone can have a bowl and then go back to sleep."

Yesterday, they ate potatoes, and today, they just ate sweet potatoes.

Yesterday, not only did everyone taste delicious food, they also knew how to wash and peel the potatoes.

So many people were waiting to eat porridge, wash sweet potatoes, and peel the potatoes.

"Chef Yang, let's help."

"Me too. I used to be the best at peeling radishes at home."

"Let me chop the firewood."

"Leave the matter of the fire to me. I know how to make a good fire."

"You still need to cut some pickles, right? Leave it to me!"

...

With more hands and more help, the porridge was quickly cooked.

The millet, rice, sweet potato, and the big iron pot were cooked. The hot and sweet taste soon came out.

Yang Soong was watching the fire from the side. The fire and the small fire were different, but no one was allowed to open the lid.

"Many people know how to cook porridge, but they don't know that the most important thing to cook porridge is actually to braise it."

The sweet potato porridge gurgled and gurgled in the pot. The surrounding people held the empty bowls, and their stomachs were gurgling and gurgling.

If it was any other chef, he would have long been unable to withstand the pressure and set the fire on fire. Regardless of the consequences, he would cook it first before saying anything else.

Yang Soong did not know how to do it.

He was a chef, and all chefs were mages. To be able to make the food delicious and wonderful, it made people feel happy and happy before they even started.

Eating was actually an art.

"Are you cooked yet?"

"When can it be eaten? I'm starving to death."

"I'm starving to the point of becoming a beggar"

"Come on, there are no beggars in White Water City."

Little Qingshan lacked manpower in the fields, so Yang Soong asked the yamen to come forward. He gathered all the beggars together and fed them. He also asked the doctor to diagnose the pulse, so there were no major problems with his body. Those who could put in effort were sent to the farm. In any case, he would pay the monthly salary for the meals.

The beggar, who could not use his strength, was also assigned a simple job. The monthly salary was very low, so he had to manage the food and shelter.

As for those who were unwilling to work, they had to be lazy beggars.

Without needing Yang Soong to do anything, the official whipped them a few times. "Either work or get dozens of sticks and throw them into the wilderness. Choose for yourself."

Who else would dare to slack off?

White Water City was very clean now. Without beggars, no one would fight for food.

The diners all abided by the rules and waited patiently.

It was not allowed to be impatient. Yang Soong was too strict with the rules.

The time when one could see, smell, and could not eat was the hardest to endure.

Yang Soong cooked a total of twenty pots of sweet potato porridge, all of which were especially large iron pots.

The customers looked at these large iron pots, as if their eyes were about to pierce through.

"Alright, let's start the pot!" Yang Soong called out, and the twenty big iron pots opened the lid at the same time.

A sweet and sweet taste soared into the sky.

Everyone couldn't help but take a deep breath, and then greedily absorb this sweet and sweet scent.

"It's sweeter than sugar!"

"So fragrant! It's definitely better than pastries!"

"Is this the sweet potato?"

After all, everyone had eaten rice and millet before, so there was no such sweetness.

Twenty big iron pots and twenty neat rows.

"Everyone, quickly try it. You can give more suggestions." Yang Soong could not forget to give his opinions on this topic.

The line was orderly and orderly. The person in charge of the porridge was very skilled.

Each person had a big bowl of congee, which was exactly the right amount of congee. There were three sweet potatoes, and the whole bowl was sweet and sticky.

"Be careful, it's hot!"

Like everyone else, Yang Soong held the bowl of porridge and found a random place to drink it.

Some people were squatting by the roadside, some were leaning against the door, some were leaning against the wall, and some even had chairs.

No matter who it was, with the bowl of porridge in the bowl, the only thing in their eyes was the bowl of porridge.

"The sweet potato is indeed red!"

"It's so sweet, like drinking honey!"

"The sweetness of water!"

"It's so hot!"

"The soup is also sweet! "

"This sweet potato looks really festive, I like it!"

"Why did I finish drinking it?"

"Three big pieces of sweet potato are too inedible to eat."

...

After finishing the porridge, everyone realized that they had forgotten to eat the pickled vegetables.

"This porridge doesn't need to be eaten with vegetables. Just drink it!"

"After a bowl, your whole body feels warm."

"It feels so comfortable!"

"If only I could have another bowl! "2

It really voiced out everyone's thoughts.

They did not even need to look at each other to have a tacit understanding in their hearts.

"Chef Yang, can I have another bowl?"

"Yeah, let's all help each other again and cook another 20 pots. I believe many people can drink another bowl."

"Chef Yang, don't worry. None of us are tired yet. Doing this kind of work is a small matter."

"Another 20 pots!" It was really awesome to shout like that!

Yang Soong could not agree. There were twenty pots, not twenty bowls.

As a professional chef, Yang Soong was quite experienced. Gluttons were all-knowing, and each of them could eat as much as they wanted.

After eating twenty pots, another twenty pots were served, and another twenty pots were served.

Whether the sweet potato could hold on or not, the chefs would not be able to hold on any longer.

Yang Soong said, "It's your first time eating sweet potato. You can't eat too much. Those who are not full, go home and eat some familiar dishes at home. It's good for your stomach. Remember to come over in the evening to eat rice noodles. It will definitely be delicious, I promise!"

The sweet potatoes in front of them were not full. They could still look forward to the sweet potatoes in the afternoon. They managed to calm the hearts of the diners.

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