Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 1018 Three Pots of Stewed Meat

After the competition, Yang Song had to satisfy the hunger of the folks who hadn't eaten.

An hour earlier, Yang Song had set up a big iron pot and stewed a whole pot of whole chicken and fish, duck soup and bamboo shoots, and a big goose stewed in an iron pot.

Fortunately, the three big iron pots are in the countryside. Who in the city has such a big iron pot?

In addition, Yang Song steamed rice again.

"Chef Sun, let's make some cold salad." Yang Song greeted.

"Hey, that's good!" Chef Sun hurriedly cut the radish in his arms.

In China, radish salad is indispensable at any time.

Yang Song was frying peanuts beside him.

There are also cucumber battered eggs, cold lotus root slices, shallots mixed with tofu, fungus mixed, cabbage mixed, long beans mixed...

In China, everything can be mixed.

"Chef Yang, is it alright to do pickled radishes?"

"Don't put raw garlic. Laba garlic is more flavorful. Put less spicy millet. Cut six more."

"Okay, I'll do it!"

Chef Sun, weighing more than 200 kilograms, unknowingly became Yang Song's little follower.

Is this still the Chef Sun they hired thousands of dollars for?
Neither Xu Xiaomei nor Liu Eryang looked at it.

Almost when the last cold dish was marinated, Yang Song knocked on the lids of the three large iron pots in turn: "It's all ready, you can start cooking!"

The three big men from the Xu family were responsible for opening the pot.

Chen Ming finally remembered the anxious foodies in the studio.

The camera was aimed at three large iron pots respectively.

"How long has Brother Song not cooked such a large dish for us?"

"One day, I must order such a pot to eat at Baifeng Pavilion."

"I really want to have a pot."

Chen Ming's saliva has turned into a waterfall: "Everyone has seen it, the three big iron pots are all meat, all are meat, and they are all different."

A group of people in the group saw it, with expressions of crying.

"Then cheer for me, I'm always ready to kill and eat three big pots!"

There are three pots in total, only children will struggle with which pot to eat, and adults need all three pots.

"Take it easy, it's a good way to die, but you'll have to eat less of Brother Song's food for many years."

Chen Ming didn't care at all: "I mean, I don't have time to live broadcast later, I want to eat meat, I want to eat meat, go and play by yourself!"

After speaking, the phone was buckled to the table again.

Fans in the group saw the familiar blue sky and white clouds again.

"Brother Ming, hack you to death!"

Yang Song called everyone to set up bowls.

Only three generations like the Xu family can have so many bowls of the same style.

According to the head, Yang Song began to flourish.

The portion in each bowl had to be about the same, otherwise, if such a fragrant stew was divided, everyone would have to quarrel.

It is also possible to fight.

Yang Song held a big iron spoon, serving bowl by bowl.

Each person gets half a bowl of meat, plus a few pieces of vegetarian dishes, and two and a half spoonfuls of soup.

Give me another bowl of rice.

"Soaking rice in soup will taste good." Yang Song said.

The whole chicken is stewed with potatoes, and Yang Song also cuts lotus root and carrots.

The stewed potatoes are soft, glutinous and sweet, the lotus root is stewed with noodles, and the carrots are full of chicken soup. Every bite is delicious and makes the eyebrows crisp.

There is also fish soup, Yang Song stewed fish soup, mainly dried vegetables and tofu, and of course taro.

What kind of dried vegetables are there in the countryside?
Chunbulao dried vegetables, dried cabbage, dried cabbage, dried amaranth, etc., all kinds of dried vegetables, all put in.

The dried vegetables come alive under the nourishment of the fish soup, and the soft waist dances in the fish soup, absorbing the essence of the fish soup, and at the same time, the unique taste of the dried vegetables can relieve the greasy fish soup.

Then there is the taro, the taro and the fish soup are stewed together, the fish soup will become more thick and fragrant, and the old tofu stewed in the fish soup will be smooth and tender.

Then put a little pickled mountain chili, which makes people want to hold the pot to cook rice.

Big goose stewed in an iron pot, this dish, just by looking at the name, you will know how attractive it is.

No complex processing method is required.

Put the big goose over water to remove foam and dregs, stir-fry the onion, ginger, garlic and pepper, then add water and stew.

The skin of the big goose is golden, the meat is red and tender, and the fragrance is rich and invincible, like a peony in a flower.

The people present could not wait for each to hold an iron bucket - for drinking water.

Yang Song conveniently pasted a few tortillas on the inner wall of the iron pot, and they quickly turned golden under the hot domestic temperature.

All the dishes are ready.

"Because of the number of people, everyone can only choose a bowl of meat dishes, which is enough to eat." Yang Song said.

Counting the children who can run, there were a total of 72 people at the scene.

"The whole family can take different ones and try them all."

Fortunately, everyone will come in a group today.

There are one or two relatives around.

Every household can eat at least two kinds.

When Yang Song said this, everyone felt that they could accept a lot.

As for the few couples who only have each other, they can still share a table.

Chen Ming served three bowls neatly.

"Put it down!" Yang Song hated iron for being weak: "Do you really want to hold on to death?"

Chen Ming chuckled: "Brother Song, I've been to the toilet, and my stomach is at least half empty."

"I didn't take my own. The goose is mine, the fish is yours, and the chicken pot is Chef Sun's. You are very busy, so I took it for you."

Yang Song smiled coldly: "You can still help us eat, right?"

Chen Ming: "Brother Song is wise!"

The small 100 people gathered together to eat big pot dishes, but no one spoke.

Don't ask, ask is to eat seriously, what to say?

After everyone had eaten and drank enough, Yang Song and the big guys started chatting.

It was very smooth to drag Tian to Yang Laosan.

Yang Song, who cooks delicious food and is admired by everyone, has become the center of everyone.

"Oh, my third uncle is really too much, how good my grandfather was to him before he was alive, but he actually..."

"I'm always away from home, and I run out to find trouble every now and then."

"The more you buy the safety ropes in the road construction team, the cheaper they are."

As the saying goes, people hate ghosts, Yang Laosan really has the ability to make most of the people in the village annoy his family.

"Yang Laosan and his wife go to my vegetable field every day to steal vegetables. Today they cut leeks, and tomorrow they steal cucumbers."

"My house was being built, and when people weren't looking, he would take away half the bag of cement."

"And the son of their family stole the walnuts from the tree and cut off the trunk for me."

"Family bastard thing!"

……

"I can't do the work of Mr. Yang's house. Last time I fell off the courtyard wall. Fortunately, there was a haystack underneath, otherwise I wouldn't be able to keep my leg."

"The children have to go to school and buy clothes and books. Younger Yang deducted half of my salary."

"Every month I work in arrears, asking him for wages is like asking for his life!"

"You don't know that we are complained about our work, we are scolded for our wages, and our wages are deducted every month. If it weren't for the contract signed by Mr. Yang's liar, we would have stopped working with him a long time ago."

Yang Song cooked the sour plum soup and added ice cubes to it: "Contracts with overlord clauses are not supported by the laws of our country."

After the dishes were finished, Yang Song cleaned up his kitchen knife and grabbed Chen Ming by the way: "I've watched you eat for three hours, take it easy, don't overdo it, it's not worth it."

Now that he is overwhelmed, Chen Ming has lost at least 50 years of eating experience.

Chen Ming no longer competed with Chef Sun for the last half bowl of mullet egg soup: "Brother Song is right."

It's really exhausting now, he can come back to life again.

Coincidentally, the hodgepodge stewed by Yang Song is already steaming.

"Brother Song, can I have a taste?" Chen Ming hasn't tasted it yet.

(End of this chapter)