Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 1002 A Strong Lineup

The first reaction of the people who are full of food is to eat more. After all, they don’t know when they want to eat next time.

Yang Song improves all kinds of dishes very quickly, but the speed of improving desserts is as slow as a snail.

Just like the candied haws before.

So far, they have only seen others eat it and smelled the aroma, but they have never eaten it.

Jansson always forgets to research and develop desserts.

Such a delicious cake, after eating it for the first time, it is difficult to eat it for the second time. Everyone wants to seize the opportunity to eat some more.

"What's going on here? Accidentally went to another dimension?"

"Empty cake pans as far as the eye can see?"

"Where's the cake, where's the cake?"

"Where did the cake go?"

Yang Song appeared, and said to everyone with a smile on his face: "Everyone has tasted the cake, how is the small opinion? Hand in the homework."

As soon as he appeared, the audience erupted.

Diners who know him have always been loyal, and those who don't know him are quite enthusiastic at first.

"This is Chef Yang? He looks so young? He looks like a college student who just graduated."

"Is it Chef Yang himself? Is this his son?"

A huge poster floated down from the shopping mall, clearly stating that Yang Song is Yang Song Bensong.

"So handsome!" Li Xia, who was wearing a long Hanfu dress, hugged a bouquet of red roses from nowhere, rushed up to the stage without hesitation, and knelt down on one knee at Yang Song: "Brother Song, I love you, I love you!" Can I marry you?"

Maybe love really needs courage to face the wind and rain.

With the first one, there are the second three four five six seven eight.

bang, bang bang bang bang...

In less than 2 minutes, sixteen beauties appeared on the stage, including fat, swallows and thin, fish and wild goose, and flowers in a closed moon. Everyone held flowers and knelt down in front of Yang Song.

"Brother Yang Song, I love you, can you be my boyfriend?"

"Brother, I'm not greedy, as long as I can be by your side, I'm willing to be your concubine."

"Brother Yang Song, I have studied in a certain country, and I am the sweetest girl!"

"Would you like me to marry you today?"

"Let us be destined for three lives!"

Sweet Party is horrible.

Yang Song has never thought that sixteen beauties would kneel down to confess his love and propose marriage to him!

This scene is too scary.

Yang Song was thinking about how to deal with it. He was bound to reject these flower-like beauties, so he had to think about his words so as not to stimulate their self-esteem. After all, they were all pretty discerning beauties.

Meng Shihan rushed onto the stage with a whoosh, grabbed Yang Song's arm, wrapped his arms around his waist, and kissed him forcefully!

Five minutes passed, maybe six minutes. After all, no one pressed a stopwatch.

"This is my fiancé, Yang Song has a master!" Meng Shihan's eyes were like knives like swords, scratching at all the people present who were ready to move: I see who of you dare to snatch my man.

Yang Song: Why are there so many people forcing marriages today?
The cake banquet came to a happy end, and those who confessed their failures were heartbroken.

What is even more frustrating is that Baifeng Pavilion has rested again.

Yang Song went back to see his parents.

Meng Shihan was accompanying her, and she had to bring her girlfriend with her when she went home. In fact, she had to go back in two days, but Meng Shihan insisted on leaving early: "I can't make it to the weekend, and it's easy to get stuck in traffic."

It's nonsense, it's not a festival, it's hard to get stuck in traffic in Los Angeles.

Chen Ming also followed, he was the driver.

Meng Shijia also followed, he is from her natal family.

Shen Huaizhao wanted to follow but failed, she still had to go to class.

There are four people in a group, quite a feeling of four masters and apprentices.

Chen Ming and Meng Shijia sat in the front row, and Yang Song and Meng Shihan sat in the back row. The front row and the back row were equipped with barriers to avoid light and sound.

Yang Song couldn't control his eyes.

Meng Shihan wore a suspender dress with rounded shoulders, slim and slim, which made her waist soft like a willow, and her arms were as graceful as jade, crossed in front of her body, making her figure even more exquisite.

The light pink skirt and snow-white skin, like peach blossoms falling in snow, make people want to get close.

Yang Song wanted to get closer. This is an RV, and he could rest his head on her lap as long as he lay down.

There is a poem how to say it - lying drunk on the lap of a beautiful woman.

"Why are you nervous? Is this my fiancée? Didn't she lie down before?"

After all, Yang Song was still a little shy, secretly cheering himself up.

Suddenly, when her shoulders warmed up, Meng Shihan sat down at some point, rested her pillow on Yang Song's shoulders, and yawned delicately. Her long black and soft hair brushed against Yang Song's neck vaguely, feeling cool. Yes, slippery: "I'm a little sleepy, I'll sleep for a while, you hold me up."

She actually planned to sleep in Yang Song's arms.

What does it mean to strike first?
Meng Shihan's side face rested on Yang Song's shoulder, and as the car shook, it would touch his chin, neck, and sometimes his collarbone from time to time.

"Ah, I've put on some lipstick." Meng Shihan stretched out her finger and tapped the cherry pink spot on Yang Song's chest.

"It's okay, there are clothes in the car, I'll just change later."

It was a kiss that fell on his heart.

Meng Shihan gave him an angry look: "I'd better sleep in another position."

Drunk lying on the lap of a beautiful man.

She lay in Yang Song's arms, the mountain road was bumpy, in order to fix her posture, Meng Shihan said: "Hold me, don't let me fall."

Yang Song hugged it, only to find that Meng Shihan's dress not only saves fabric, but is also very skin-friendly.

She wore a coat when she first got into the car, and he didn't feel anything yet, but when he got in the car and took off the coat, the suspender skirt was comparable to pajamas.

On the way back to their hometown, Yang Song and Meng Shihan felt that time was rushing.

Chen Ming and Meng Shijia were relatively silent.

"Go back and chase after my Tiantian."

"It's time for me to find a girlfriend too."

A single dog can't afford to be hurt.

Yang Song still didn't give his parents a specific date for returning home, but when he suddenly appeared, the old couple were both surprised and happy.

"You child, why don't you say anything when you come back? We are ready!"

"I just don't want you to be busy, so I won't tell you."

When getting off the car, both Yang Song and Meng Shihan changed their clothes again, and Chen Ming and Meng Shijia carried down the big and small bags.

"Hello, uncle and aunt!" Meng Shihan has the potential to be a virtuous daughter-in-law.

"Okay, okay!" Yang's father and Yang's mother knew that Meng Shihan was already their daughter-in-law-to-be, and they were happy from ear to ear.

Their son is capable. He passed the college entrance examination, became the boss right after graduation, and even found such a beautiful girlfriend when he fell in love.

Really capable.

Chen Ming sent good wine and cigarettes this time: "Uncle, it's all for you. Do you like it or not?"

Maotai and cigars were all bought by him personally from his own father.

The home of the richest man in Los Angeles does not lack these good things, and when Chen Ming moved, he was even more rude.

Chen Dahai was so angry that he scolded him: "You take less, save some for your own father, who will you give it to? Why don't you see me being so filial to me?"

(End of this chapter)