Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 1014 Little Carrot Head Is Not Happy

Chef Sun frantically lowered his chopsticks and put meat into his mouth.

The level of insanity made even Chen Ming, who has dominated the dining table for many years, change his expression.

Just as Chen Ming was about to flex his muscles, Yang Song glanced at him lightly.

"Brother Song, what instructions do you have?" Chen Ming also replied with a blink of an eye.

Yang Song: "Be more subtle, it's not that you don't give you meat, and those who dare to lose me, you try."

Chen Ming: "Are you threatening me?"

Yang Song: "I'm threatening you."

Chen Ming could only lower his chopsticks aggrievedly, not daring to let go of the food.

At the dinner table, no one was a match for Chef Sun, he alone ate more than the three of them.

Whoosh!
The eldest grandson of the Xu family, Xu Daxue, picked up the plate, and everyone raised their chopsticks and stared blankly.

"What are you doing?"

Xu University just graduated from the first grade this year, and got [-] points in mathematics and Chinese.

"Uncle Sun, have you ever heard of respecting the old and loving the young?"

Being stared at so earnestly and attentively by the child, Chef Sun blushed.

Yang Song also suppressed a smile.

Chen Ming laughed presumptuously: Fortunately, fortunately, fortunately, Brother Song stopped me, otherwise I would be the one being questioned now.

He has that self-confidence, and if he really shows his strength, he can take care of Chef Sun.

"As a friendly reminder, the competition is not over yet, should we announce the results?" Chen Ming finally caught a glimpse of the screen of the mobile phone that was broadcasting live.

"I'm going to beat up the crown prince of the Chen Group, how did this kid live broadcast?"

"Steamer, put the phone screen upside down on the table, and let us see the blue sky and white clouds throughout the whole process, and I can also hear your voice of eating and drinking."

"The most painful thing in the world is not being able to eat the delicious food made by Song Ge, watching a live broadcast, and not even seeing a close-up of the food."

"Brother Ming, give me a reason not to let us beat you to death."

"Brother Song, if you need a small follower again, just tell me, I can drive, there are several, you choose, and the small one will carry your bag for you."

"Brother Song, change to Brother Ming."

……

"Sweet and sour pork, Brother Song's sweet and sour pork, I can smell the aroma through the screen."

"This crisp sound is really intoxicating."

"Brother Song can't tell you what's on the menu."

"I hate it, why am I not from Brother Song's hometown?"

"Looking at the End of the World, Brother Song, when will you come back?"

……

Chef Sun conceded defeat: "My sweet and sour pork is not as good as yours, let's compare with others. I am good at palace dishes, and this sweet and sour pork doesn't count."

What's the matter, the emperor, empress, and queen mother didn't eat sweet and sour pork?

Yang Song has also discovered now that there are so many stubborn people recently, he is too lazy to argue with them, but they all like to be stubborn.

"I don't want to compare with you." Yang Song came to do business, and Lao Xu had a good reputation in several nearby villages, which can be said to be highly respected.

Yang Song needs the support of Lao Xu's family to drive Yang Laosan's family out of the village.

"You don't know how to cook sweet and sour pork, do you?" Xu Xiaomei immediately said, "Our Chef Sun's palace dishes are the best of all families, and there are at least a hundred and eight dishes that he needs to practice, which is the standard of the Manchu Banquet. Do you understand?"

"Yang Song, you are nothing more than a dish of sweet and sour pork, what is there to be proud of?"

"Practice a dish all your life, and cook it slightly better than Chef Sun, what's the point of pride?"

In Xu Xiaomei's view, Yang Song's victory over Chef Sun was entirely a fluke.

Even Chef Sun thinks so: "He is young, so it is not bad to be able to cook a dish well. The palace dishes are exquisite, and not just anyone can make them."

Yang Song: "In the south and the north, one side supports the other side. According to the characteristics of each place, there are indeed many cuisines. The palace cuisine is just one of them. People don’t distinguish between high and low. Born under the red flag, we are all equal societies. You are a good young man, and the dishes are for people to eat, so why should there be distinctions?"

Another chef who has gone astray.

Chef Sun was very disdainful: "You are still young, have little experience, and know nothing. Palace dishes are like jewels and jade. They are made with the best ingredients and the most complicated cooking skills. They are the dishes of the Tian family. Of course they are superior."

With such an ignorant person, it is easy to explain the truth.

Yang Song said: "Let's see Zhenzhang under my hand, and I happen to know a few court dishes. What do you think we will compare?"

Chef Sun was worried that he would not be able to make a comeback. Since Yang Song took the initiative to mention it, he happened to be interested in him, but he still had to pretend.

"Boy, court food is not a joke. Are you sure you want to compete with me? Don't lose too badly, and cry when you go home, and your mother will coax you."

"Chen Ming, get some paper ready for Chef Sun. It's too far away from his home. I'm afraid he'll cry too hard and drown in tears."

It's not that Yang Song has a bad mouth. He usually doesn't like to talk too much. He likes to show everything with practical actions. Now it seems that he can't do it anymore.

I have to change my style in the future, and I can't get too used to some things that don't look good.

"Hmph, what's the use of being stubborn? You'll be crying then." Chef Sun's eyes rolled around, and he played carefully: "Since we want to compare, we can't just compare one."

"Okay, you have the final say." Yang Song was very happy, and Chef Sun looked down on him even more: he is just a brat who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, and your elder brother will teach you how to be a human being today.

"Let's compare the Queen Mother's elbow, cherry meat, and mullet egg soup!"

These three dishes, none of which are easy, have scared off countless chefs.

Yang Song didn't expect that Chef Sun in front of him would dare to choose these three dishes.

From the sweet and sour pork, it is not difficult to see that Chef Sun's knife skills are barely passable.

Can he really cook the three court dishes he mentioned?

Yang Song was a little skeptical.

"Are you sure?" Yang Song asked.

"I'm sure." Chef Sun's arrogance was still two meters high, as if he had never lost: "Are you sure, kid? What we are going to make is the Queen Mother's elbow, not an ordinary elbow, cherry meat, not ordinary meat, mullet egg soup, have you heard of it?"

Yang Song gritted his teeth: "Okay, shut up, don't talk about you, I get a headache when I hear you talking, finish it quickly, and get out of here."

Why does he dislike idiots spitting fragrance at him so much?
Chen Ming smiled with satisfaction: Brother Song finally couldn't bear it anymore.

The ingredients are not complicated, the Xu family has them all.

Before the start, Chef Sun held the biggest elbow and stood in front of Yang Song: "I still have a question to ask you."

Yang Song: "I can answer you, but you have to give me a guarantee."

"What guarantee?" Chef Sun squinted at Yang Song: "You don't want to worship me as a teacher, do you?"

Yang Song almost slapped himself backhanded. What did he do in his previous life?God is going to send this kind of funny guy to play with him in this life?

"I answered you, you just asked me the bank card password, I told you all, but you remember, after I answer you, you hold back for me, and you are not allowed to talk to me until the game is over."

"Why?" Chef Sun was dissatisfied: Is my voice so unpleasant?
"I'm afraid I'll accidentally call you to death."

"Boy, you don't know what's good or bad!" Chef Sun's physique could kill Yang Song by sitting on his ass.

Yang Song took the kitchen knife and played a beautiful knife flower on his hand: "Your question."

Chef Sun has no doubts, no matter how much he talks, Yang Song's knife can fly to his head.

Forget it, get down to business.

Don't mess with those who play with knives casually.

Chef Sun finally asked: "You chose pork belly that is so fat, how do you make it not fat or greasy at all?"

(End of this chapter)