Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 1047

"Baifeng Pavilion will give you free candied haws, awakening your childhood memories."

"Song Ge produces candied haws, the best of the best."

"Now, take your whole family out to buy candied haws."

"Candied haws in the sun, a beautiful memory of all Chinese people."

……

In the next month or so, the candied haws business in Los Angeles will be booming, almost in short supply.

Not only that, the quality of candied haws in Los Angeles is guaranteed.

"Brother Song gave us a way to make money, so we can't hit Brother Song in the face."

"We are determined to be the second most delicious candied haws in China."

Someone asked: "Why not the first?"

"There is no need to doubt, the number one is Brother Song."

Many people who travel to Los Angeles can't help but buy a bunch of candied haws when they see the bright red candied haws all over the city.

"Medium, not bad! Delicious!"

Some tourists from abroad do not know candied haws, and they see people all over the street eating candied haws.

It's okay to eat, but everyone eats with a smile on their faces.

"Especially the guest at the entrance of Baifeng Pavilion, not only eating candied haws with a smile, but also eating candied haws while laughing and crying."

"What exactly is going on?"

To this, there is only one answer: "You will know after eating."

Foreigners line up to receive candied haws, and someone wants to jump in line: "I'll pay you [-] euros for your seat."

The small money is shaking in the hand.

Uncle Wenjiu who was cut in line: "Go away, I won't change."

Meng Wan said calmly and rationally: "Baifeng Pavilion does not allow buying and selling tickets."

Li Ke and Li Qingti's responses were outstanding and unique.

The two of them lined up together, took out their mobile phones at the same time, found a certain picture, and slapped the faces of those who tried to bribe them with money.

"Look clearly, sir, is he short of money? Not short of money! You just want to buy my position with a few hundred dollars, you are just trying to eat!"

"What is the purpose of my hard work? Is it to let you buy my soul?"

"If you want to eat candied haws, you have to do it early!"

"It's late, you watch me eat."

Some onlookers saw those two pictures.

The first one - is gold that overflows the screen.

The second one is a golden mountain with three words on it: my mountain.

It is worth mentioning that their picture is an enlarged picture of a certain letter's emoticon.

However, this couldn't stop Li Ke and Li Qingti's huge self-confidence.

Yang Song also saw it and heard it: "You really deserve to be my diner, you really deserve to be my diner who drank Wangba Tianxia Supreme Soup."

Some diners cleverly heard Yang Song's chanting: "Brother Song, what is Wang Ba Tian Xia Zhi Zun Soup?"

"It's just a soup, like this..."

Yang Song made soup, and invited several old diners to taste it and give some opinions by the way.

In fact, it is not convenient to give opinions.

As we all know, Yang Song likes to listen to the opinions of diners so much that many of them are asked to write short essays of [-] characters.

How many people have written less than a hundred words with their own hands every year after leaving school?Most of the time it's just my own name.

Yang Song forced the diners of Baifeng Pavilion to pick up pens and paper.

It even made them feel like comparing each other.

"Oh, my cursive hand really still has the style of the past."

"Hehe, I was the champion of the city's running script competition for middle school students."

"Whether it's running script or regular script, I'm the boss, and you are all younger brothers."

"I'll bring a calligraphy brush next time."

There are also a group of little pitiful people who went to buy copybooks silently: don't say anything, practice calligraphy starts today.

It was also a coincidence last night, Yang Song just stewed the soup, and Li Ke and Li Qingti came to deliver pickles to Yang Song.

Li's pickles are said to be very famous in the south.

Li Ke's family is good at making all kinds of vegetarian pickles, while Li Qingti's family is good at making all kinds of meat into pickles.

Yang Song received eighteen jars of pickles.

Li Ke and Li Qingti each pushed a small trolley to the gate of Baifeng Pavilion.

At that time, Yang Song felt that there seemed to be some strange noises at the door.

In the middle of the night, he thought someone would come to find trouble.

As soon as he opened the door, he was startled by two carts of large jars.

Is someone going to burn Baifeng Pavilion?Even the wine to fuel the fire was brought.

Until Li Ke and Li Qingti jumped out respectively.

After all, Yang Song is Yang Song. As a man who will become the King of Kitchen God in the future, he quickly stabilized.

"Brother Song, I'll bring you pickles."

Nine big jars per person, stacked up, can be compared with dinosaurs in height.

Yang Song: "You all give gifts like this?"

Almost all pickles have one characteristic - salty.

It just tastes heavy.

The two were giggling: "Surprise or not?"

Yang Song: "If I eat this pickle by myself, I will have to eat it for at least three years."

He overestimated himself.

A half-person-high pickle jar can make a mature man who is about to become the king of chefs eat it for five or six years.

Yang Song's five senses are outstanding, especially his sense of taste, which is at least one and a half times more sensitive than ordinary people.

After eating these eighteen jars of pickles, he can be sent to sit on the ground and become a fairy.

Is it bad to live?
"Brother Song, aren't you interested in fermentation?"

"Pickles rely on fermentation."

"Aren't you going to study southern cuisine? Pickles are the root."

"Brother Song, eat more pickles, it's said to be strong."

……

Yang Song remembered that he had accidentally watched a short video of a beautiful woman with national style some time ago. The cabbage pickled by the beautiful woman was very good, and he even liked it. Unexpectedly, the beautiful woman was scolded.

Said that the beauty plagiarized the kimchi from their Bangzi country.

Hehe, idiot.

Some people who don't know the truth really think that the pickles made by the beautiful women are from other countries.

Yang Song, who knew the history of Chinese pickles, couldn't bear it, and immediately proposed to develop pickles.

If it should be your own, it must be your own.

"Brother Song, we understand you, come on, give those sticks a good look!"

"I support you together with the 93 households in the pickle packaging business in our village!"

Yang Song hooked the corners of his lips: "It's hard to move these things, do you want to come in and finish the soup?"

Li Ke and Li Qingti promised that this was the most beautiful invitation they had heard at night during the past two years.

"it is good."

"Of course."

Yang Song led people into Baifeng Pavilion.

Li Ke is still worried: "What about the jar? Brother Song, do you have a place to put it here? It's best to put it in a cool, dry and ventilated place."

Yang Song: "Don't worry, my friend will take them away later."

He is now the man who owns the courtyard villa.

It's no problem to put a few pickle jars.

"Come on, come and taste my Wangbatianxia Supreme Soup." Yang Song took them directly to the big kitchen.

Meng Shihan, Chen Ming, Shen Huaizhao, and Meng Shijia were all waiting.

They are all acquaintances, and after a brief call to take care of them, they sat together and waited for the soup.

"Why are you all listless?" Li Ke said.

"Brother You Song can cook soup, why are you still so mournful?" Li Qingti didn't understand either.

Meng Shijia sighed and said, "We have been waiting for three hours."

Chen Mingdao: "To be precise, from yesterday to today, it has been 32 hours and 56 minutes."

Li Ke and Li Qingti were a little confused: "How long will we have to wait?"

Everyone shook their heads together.

Yang Song said: "There are less than 10 minutes to turn off the flame."

"Wang Ba Tian Xia Zhi Zun Soup, just hearing the name is very domineering, it must be delicious!"

"I just don't know what Brother Song stewed."

"Brother Song's soup is worth the wait."

(End of this chapter)