Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 1040 The Magical Brother

The little brother who insists on doing good deeds every day is none other than Situ Ran, who was recommended to Peking University
Situ Ran does good deeds every day, and goes to Baifeng Pavilion for dinner every three days.

After being admitted to university, as long as Yang Song opened the door, he would go to Baifeng Pavilion for dinner every day.

This time, it was his credit that many diners in front of Baifeng Pavilion were able to have a small bench.

The person who organized everyone to get together to ask Yang Song for the menu was Situ Ran's good friend Zhou Leilei.

No one knows exactly what Zhou Leilei does, except that he is only 30 years old. He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, looks very energetic, and is especially good at fooling around.

The diners had already smelled the scent wafting from Baifeng Pavilion and were reluctant to leave. After Zhou Leilei yelled a few words, everyone stayed. Later, they somehow bought a small bench and waited.

"Brother Song, you have to explain to us." Zhou Leilei said.

Yang Song: "It's really not suitable for you to know, but everyone has waited hard today, it's so hot."

"It's getting dark, why is it still hot?" Li Kegang muttered a word, but was held back by Li Qingti: "Who says it's not hot? I'm both hot and hungry, both hungry and thirsty."

Li Ke realized instantly: "Understood."

Everyone: Got it.

"Brother Song, we are all tired, hungry, and thirsty."

Yang Song said: "Wait for me for ten or six minutes."

He turned and went back to his secret kitchen, found six extra-large casserole pots, and began to add rice and water into them frantically. The blue flame provided by the system burned at 360 degrees, trying to cook the rice as quickly as possible.

Yang Song quickly cut the white fungus and pear out, added them to the pot separately, and stirred skillfully.

"All right!"

Yang Song sealed the lid of the pot, changed the heat from medium to low, and began to tap the pot lightly from time to time.

After turning off the fire in 6 minutes, Yang Song took out the sweet-scented osmanthus and lotus seed jelly that he had prepared earlier from the refrigerator.

The cube of osmanthus lotus jelly with three meters in length, width and height is crystal clear, like crystal, very beautiful.

Holding a kitchen knife in his hand, Yang Song skillfully chopped off half of it, put the remaining half back into the refrigerator, and knocked the rest into tiny pieces.

The whole process takes less than 2 minutes.

When the porridge in the casserole was cooking, Yang Song unsealed the lids one by one, mixed in the broken pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus and lotus seeds, and stirred twelve circles with the big spoon in both directions.

"The porridge is ready, come and help."

Yang Song put the porridge pot on the trolley, and Meng Shijia and Shen Huaizhao pushed it out.

Chen Ming and Meng Shihan had already set up a long table and bowls and spoons at the gate.

As soon as Yang Song's porridge appeared, the crowd began to cheer:
"Tremella snow lotus porridge, definitely tremella snow lotus porridge!"

"I can smell it too, Sydney is so sweet."

"The scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, Brother Song really likes sweet-scented osmanthus."

"It seems that there are still lotus seeds!"

"Brother Song invites everyone to drink porridge!"

Bang bang bang bang, six large casserole pots were placed.

Holding a large spoon in his hand, Yang Song began to divide the porridge.

Serving ten bowls of porridge at a time, the portion of each bowl of porridge is exactly the same, even the number of lotus seeds and white fungus inside is the same. Everyone present believed Yang Song's ability.

"Huai Zhao, Shi Jia, have you learned how to divide the porridge?"

The two of them followed Yang Song to hone their basic skills a lot.

"I've learned it!" Shen Huaizhao said, "But it's definitely not as fast as Brother Song."

"That's okay, you share another pot."

Meng Shijia also said: "I have no problem. I divided the preserved egg and lean meat porridge before, and it went smoothly, but my hand speed should be the slowest."

"Take a breath, don't be afraid." Yang Song handed him the third pot.

Three people share three pots of porridge, and Yang Song can share porridge for ten people at a time, while Shen Huaizhao and Meng Shijia can only share porridge for five people at the same time.

But it's always faster than one person.

Meng Shihan and Chen Ming are responsible for maintaining order.

Especially Meng Shihan, she asked everyone at the scene to divide into teams, with ten or five people in groups.

"This group is done, let's prepare for the next group."

"Everyone took the porridge, don't be in a hurry to eat it, take it back to your seat and eat slowly, don't block the people behind."

"Okay, let's go to the next group!"

The peddlers next to them all washed their hands and wore sleeves, helping to arrange the bowls and put the spoons.

The people present received the white fungus snow lotus porridge made by Yang Song with the help of small benches.

"Ha, ten six minutes, how did Brother Song make such a frosty white fungus and snow lotus porridge?"

"Brother Song is always able to create miracles."

Yang Songdao: "Time is limited, so we can only cook porridge. Everyone eat a little to fill their stomachs. Starting tomorrow, Baifeng Pavilion will hold a six-day soup donation activity."

"Six days, the soup is different every day. From [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] pm, we don't stop giving it away. Everyone is welcome to taste it."

"Long live Brother Song!"

"Thank you, Brother Song!"

Yang Song: "After drinking the porridge, go home early."

He really couldn't see such a large group of people, and felt wronged at him.

After seeing off the guests, Yang Song also left porridge for every hawker who helped.

"Thank you, neighbors, for your help. Thank you for your hard work. You have to drink the porridge first, and I'll cook a few more dishes."

Yang Song personally adds food, which is a great benefit.

The faces of the ten vendors flushed with excitement.

Before Yang Song divided the porridge, he stewed a pot of fresh beef and sheep, and just turned off the fire at this moment.

"Brother Song, when did you learn how to cook beef and sheep?" Chen Ming was very surprised.

"The last time I ate at a fellow villager's house, I thought it was delicious, so I studied it a bit. It was the first time I made it, and it was still good enough to serve to meet people."

Yang Song quickly fried a few dishes of home-cooked dishes, and even served some dishes with green water and green mountains, but time was limited, and he couldn't make the specifications of a banquet.

"You take out the dishes, please open them up and eat them. I'll cook a piece of fish, fry some meatballs, um, and make a broth with small vegetables. Do you want to make another Kung Pao Chicken? Huai Zhao and Shi Jia haven't done much yet. eat."

Meng Shihan walked over quickly and said, "You've been cooking for a whole day, especially for that banquet table. You've worked so hard, aren't you tired?"

Yang Song's workload today is much greater than usual.

"I think it's okay." Yang Song said with a smile: "I enjoyed it, and I really want to improve my physical fitness."

Meng Shihan's eyelashes trembled.

Chen Ming smiled inexplicably.

"Hold me back, laughing so maliciously." Yang Song said disgustedly.

"Brother Song, you are making things difficult for others. Why is my smile ugly?" Chen Ming had never heard of people swallowing a bright smile back.

Yang Song: "Tomorrow morning, I'm going to make minced meat biscuits and egg flower minced pork soup. Are you planning to line up?"

Chen Ming walked while talking: "Actually, I don't like to laugh at all. People who love to laugh are too superficial and not serious at all."

Only Yang Song and Meng Shihan were left in the space.

"I feel sorry for you, do you know?" Meng Shihan punched Yang Song intentionally, touched his back with her small hands, couldn't help but massage him a few times, and unexpectedly found out: "Your muscles seem to have become more beautiful."

"Do you like it?" Yang Song asked suddenly.

Sure enough, men are old-fashioned critics, and they can drive without a teacher.

"I hate it." Meng Shihan couldn't help but keep him kissing passionately, her hands lingering on Yang Song's muscles.

(End of this chapter)