Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 1049 The Magical Protagonist Halo

"I'm going, why?"

"Looking at the iPartment, why do you feel that you are king and supreme?"

"I think we should actually look at the situation."

"Swordsman is fine too."

"King Qin Yingzheng is also fine."

"The only thing I don't understand is what it has to do with the love apartment?"

Yang Song didn't understand: "Didn't you watch the latest big movie of Love Apartment? It's the one linked with Notes on Tomb Raiders."

"Even if it's the tomb robbery notes, the Audio-Technica is very touching, but what does that have to do with Wang Batianxia?"

"There doesn't seem to be any old turtles there either."

Yang Song said again: "Shouldn't the most touching part of this movie be the shining halo of the protagonist?"

A legendary celebration where the main character's aura is awarded.

May I ask where the protagonist's aura is the most powerful?
The golden body is indestructible, never dies, kingly speeches, heartthrobs, always turning dangers into blessings, etc.

Yang Song sighed with emotion: "Isn't this Wang Ba's supreme world?"

It was so reasonable that they were speechless.

"In that case, why wait a month?"

"Could it be that Brother Song has brewed this soup for so long?"

They are very familiar with Yang Song's culinary talent, and even Yang Song has been refreshing his culinary talent.

You thought he was already on the third floor, but within two days you discovered that he actually had two third floors, and after a few days, you would find that he was actually standing higher.

"Worthy of being Wangbatianxia's Supreme Soup!"

"Drinking this soup, will you feel like the protagonist?"

Yang Song waved the big spoon in his hand: "Food has a soul. I made this soup to make everyone feel like the protagonist."

This is actually a golden finger.

Made, suddenly felt that the last 15 minutes were too long.

"Be patient." Yang Song asked them to wait again this time, and he had no complaints.

"That's right, if you want to show yourself to others, you really can't lose your patience."

"We are willing to wait, this pot of soup is worth it."

……

Six people and six pairs of eyes stared at the pot of soup hidden in the plant ash.

Only Yang Song was indifferent and relaxed, tall and tall, and he didn't take it seriously at all.

"Don't be so nervous, isn't it just a pot of soup? You have eaten so many delicacies in Baifeng Pavilion, haven't you all had a lot of beautiful imaginations? There are also memories."

If Yang Song changed into white clothes and stood at the window, and the wind blew his sleeves or long hair, that would be a proper demeanor of a gentleman.

"That's different, Brother Song, this is the protagonist's treatment!"

"After writing novels for so many years, I really never thought that one day, I could become the main character in the novel who dominates the audience. Hahaha, God treats me well!"

"Brother Song, you are our eternal god."

Yang Song smiled modestly: "It's nothing, isn't it just the protagonist's treatment? Another day I can research dishes that make people cry, how about the joy, anger, sorrow and joy set meal?"

Meng Shijia stared at the clock and counted the second hand: "There are still two minutes and thirty-five seconds."

Yang Song: "There's no need to wait, it's ready now."

He strode forward, wearing thick gloves, dug out the jar-shaped soup pot, wiped it clean, and put it on the table.

He raised his hand and knocked on the jar, the sound was sweet and pleasant.

Yang Song couldn't help frowning, and he didn't unseal the jar, so he just knocked on it.

Knock left, knock right, knock up, knock down.

If this jar was a beauty, she would probably lose her temper.

"Brother Song, what are you doing?"

"What are you doing playing with jars?"

"Hehe, this jar is not as big as our pickle jar!"

"Brother Song, can I eat?"

The foodie has already picked up the eater and is ready to go.

Yang Song touched his chin, a little puzzled: "It's not quite right."

"What's wrong?"

This jar was very unique, it was tightly sealed, and they couldn't smell the slightest scent.

To be honest, it's kind of abnormal.

"Why no ventilation holes?"

It is common knowledge that all stew pots have vents.

Yang Song said: "There are ventilation holes, but I sealed them."

"Seal the ventilation hole, the jar is not broken."

If the heating continues and there are no ventilation holes, the pressure difference between the inside and outside of the jar is too large, and the jar will definitely explode in the end.

Yang Songdao: "In order to keep the mellow aroma of the food from leaking out, I seal the ventilation hole. In order not to be injured, I open the ventilation hole every short period of time, so that part of the water vapor in the pot can escape."

"Oh I got it."

"So can we eat now?"

Yang Song tapped again: "I feel that the taste may not meet my expectations, are you sure you still want to eat?"

"of course."

"Must eat!"

"We trust you, Brother Song."

"Brother Song, don't say that, this pot of soup will make you sad."

"Little cutie, you must be the most delicious pot of soup."

Yang Song is calm on the surface, but in his heart he despises these people who have no lower limit for stuttering.

"Unseal!"

The aroma is like a flower that has bloomed, spreading out in fine detail.

Huge and beautiful flowers, stunning.

"How come it smells so good?"

"This aroma is also layered, with a top note, a main note, a base note, and a tail note."

"You don't need to drink this soup, as long as you smell the aroma, it's so satisfying."

"Then give me your share?"

"Dog thief, want to steal my soup, eat me!"

Yang Song gave each of them a bowl, and whoever had a few pieces of meat, bamboo shoots, and mushrooms was clearly assigned.

This is a pot of colorful soup.

Yang Songdao: "There are seven colors, as gorgeous as a rainbow, this is the bright life of the protagonist."

"Brother Song is really good."

"This is my life."

"As expected of Brother Song, you have such a deep comprehension."

Yang Song said: "Drink the soup."

Everyone bowed their heads and drank the soup with pious hearts.

Gollum—

The umami seems to have a substance, like a gentle hand, gently soothing all the hardships in the first half of life.

After the comfort of the spring breeze, it ushers in the freshness and vigorous vitality of summer.

"I can't help but think of the virgin forest."

"A thousand-year-old tree."

Followed by the joy of the autumn harvest.

"So sweet."

"Forgetful."

When winter comes, thousands of pear trees bloom.

Drinking ice for ten years is hard to cool the blood.

They have accumulated the power of the four seasons and can show it at any time to amaze the world.

From then on, wherever you go, you will be the focus, and wherever you stop, you will see the scenery.

"It turns out that this is the protagonist."

"I am the protagonist."

"All of you here are younger brothers."

"Don't say anything, let's compete today."

……

The six people had ruddy complexions, guessing and trying their best, eager to rush out and do a big job.

What?It's midnight now.so what?
I'm the boss, and I just do it.

It's dark outside, it's still a little cold, and it's raining heavily.

It doesn't matter, wind and rain are the best background colors for the protagonist.

……

Everyone felt that he was the most cool boy in the world.

Thank you Songge for making this King Batianxia Supreme Soup.

They all firmly believe that they are the children of luck.

"Come on, don't accept it, let's fight!"

"How lonely it is to be invincible."

Yang Song sighed: "This soup is still a failure."

(End of this chapter)