Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 1048 Writing a Small Composition
Looking at the figure of Yang Song, Li Ke couldn't help but chant a poem: Ah, Brother Song, your back is so stalwart, just like the coastline standing forever at the end of the sky.

Meng Shijia: "Why do I often have tears in my eyes? Because I love Brother Song deeply."

He was successfully punched by Meng Shihan.

"Come on, Brother Song, you can serve the soup anytime, I've already prepared it." Li Qingti's coquettish operation was that he had prepared a stack of declarations and sharpened the ink, even the brushes were not simple.

Pens, inks, papers and inkstones were really brought with them.

Be ready to write a small composition at any time.

Li Ke was dissatisfied: "Why didn't you tell me what you were preparing for?"

Turning his head, he made a wish to Yang Song again: "Brother Song, don't worry, I will bring the keyboard next time, my hand speed will hum! I will write as much as I write for the college entrance examination composition."

Yang Song didn't respond yet, Li Qingti immediately sneered: "Hehe, you are as fast as a novel writer, and I will teach you how to be a man every minute."

"Could it be that we coders are not as good as you in writing novels? I can reach [-] words per minute, and everyone here is my younger brother!"

"Better than hand speed, I can make everyone call me daddy!"

"Grandson loves to brag."

The two of them were about to fight.

Chen Ming and Shen Huaizhao were eager to attract people, but Yang Song was very calm: "If you fight in Baifeng Pavilion, you will be blacklisted. It will last at least three years. Fighting is not allowed."

Li Ke, who was pinching Li Qingti's collar: "Look, are you in a hurry to go out? The collar is not smooth."

Li Qingti tidied Li Ke's hair: "This hairstyle is beautiful, the young man is so handsome!"

Yang Song said comfortingly: "That's right, it's already miserable without a girlfriend, and it's even worse if you don't even have good friends for dinner appointments?"

"Brother Song, are you comforting us?"

"Yes, aren't you very touched?" Yang Song said this while holding Meng Shihan's hand.

Li Ke and Li Qingti couldn't help but twitch their muscles: We don't feel comforted, you're clearly showing off and throwing dog food.

"Not moved? Am I not good at comforting people?" Yang Song was a little puzzled.

"No, we are very touched!" Li Ke was very firm.

"Yes, Brother Song, I didn't expect that you are not only excellent in cooking, but also outstanding in comforting people." Li Qingti added: "There are many poor people in this world, and they all need your encouragement, Brother Song, Every word you say is like the spring breeze in April, warm and bright."

"So, please persevere. A word of comfort is more effective than [-] words spoken by others."

Yang Song couldn't believe it: "Really?"

"Really!" Li Ke and Li Qingti affirmed.

"Why do I still not trust you much?"

"Brother Song, be more confident, think about your cooking skills, think about the daily turnover of Baifeng Pavilion, think about the happy and beautiful days in the future, you are simply a child of luck, with your comfort bonus, you can definitely make me happy." Man gritted his teeth and survived the darkness before dawn."

Life is not the worst, only worse.

I hope that those who will be comforted by Song Ge in the future will be moved to tears.

"In that case, I'll try."

Chen Ming and the others were full of expressions that couldn't bear to look any longer.

"Brother Song, you don't need to comfort us in the future."

"why?"

"We are never depressed or disappointed. We can eat the dishes you cook every day. We have no regrets in life, and we don't need comfort at all."

"It makes sense."

Yang Song turned around and turned off the fire, and suddenly felt a murderous aura behind him.

He turned around immediately, and saw the people who had been drinking and chatting a second ago, all holding the bowls and chopsticks, like tight arrows, ready to go.

They became strangers to each other.

"What are you doing?" Yang Song came back and sat down opposite them.

Everyone is still nervous.

Chen Ming is the smartest: "Brother Song, why don't I bring the soup pot for you?"

Shen Huaizhao immediately said: "You are rough, and if you overturn the soup pot, I will do it."

"No, no, I should come."

"It has to be me."

"After being comforted by Brother Song, my strength doubled instantly, and I have to do the job of serving the pot."

"Such a sacred and great task, who else can I have?"

It was as if the debating society was in session.

Yang Song frowned: "What are you arguing about? The soup isn't ready yet, so don't take it."

"What?" Everyone was stunned: Why is this happening?Then what are we still fighting for?Isn't it a fight for loneliness?
"When will the soup be ready?"

A group of poor people just want to drink Wang Ba Tian Xia Zhi Zun Soup in the middle of the night.

Yang Song moved his neck: "Wait a minute, this is Daoxin soup. I just researched it, and I haven't figured out when to uncover it."

He was a little distressed.

To stew this pot of soup, Yang Song used firewood, which is the same firewood as firewood.

He took the torch away, and there was still residual heat in the ashes, so Yang Song buried the soup in the ashes.

"I only seem to see a cover."

"Where's the soup?"

"Brother Song, Tang has escaped."

Yang Song raised his hands to signal everyone to be quiet: "Don't worry, it's really fast this time, I feel it."

Li Ke and Li Qingti breathed a sigh of relief, but Chen Ming and the others were disappointed: "That's what you said three hours ago."

"At that time, it was really fast. I turned the soup to a low heat, and the soup entered the stage of simmering."

"An hour ago, you also said it was too soon."

"It's almost time, the taste of the soup has already come out."

"Ten minutes ago, we thought it was ready to eat."

Yang Song: "I promise, it's true this time, at most 15 minutes."

"My reason tells me not to believe it, but I can't help but want to stick to it in my heart. Brother Song, you know how long we have been looking forward to this soup."

Yang Song: "I know."

Li Ke: "How long?"

"Not long." Chen Ming burst into tears: "It's only half a year."

"This pot of soup has actually been stewed for half a year?" Li Qingti was shocked, and looked at Yang Song with strange eyes: "Brother Song, I knew it, you are not a mortal."

Yang Song: How did you see it?

"Don't pay attention to them. I watched a movie one day half a year ago, and I was deeply inspired. I wanted to research a soup with the temperament of the supreme world, and I mentioned it to them once."

Yang Song was very busy afterwards and accidentally forgot about it, but Chen Ming and Meng Shihan remembered it clearly.

A few days ago, Meng Shihan specially asked Yang Song to go to the cinema, but instead of going to the cinema, he insisted on watching it on the computer in the room.

Watching a movie is a serious business.

There are many people's lives in the movie, and many life principles can be learned from them.

But Meng Shihan was very dishonest. During watching a movie, she always wanted to sneak into Yang Song's arms, and even touched him.

He didn't listen to any persuasion, insisted on hugging Yang Song's waist, and blowing into his ears from time to time.

"Brother Song, what movie did you watch?"

"Evil and evil, or the struggle between Chu and Han? Or a woman from the dynasty?"

Li Ke and Li Qingti guessed a lot, but they were wrong.

Yang Song: "Love Apartment."

(End of this chapter)