Super Chef Tycoon
Chapter 1050 Soup Has Dignity
Chapter 1050 Soup Has Dignity
Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang.
Six tones.
The six stood up in unison, looking at Yang Song in disbelief.
"Brother Song, you said this soup failed?"
"Is this soup a failure?"
"How can a failed product be like this?"
"I do not believe."
"Tang Mingming is so good."
……
How difficult are they to accept?
Yang Song could only repeat: "Yes, it was a failure."
He is a little depressed.
But the shocked eyes of those six people, the mood stimulated by the fierce blow, said sadly:
"I have learned my lesson, and I won't let you taste the dishes I made for the first time in the future."
The six people were even more surprised: "Is this the first time you make this soup?"
Yang Song nodded: "Yes, the car overturned the first time I did it. It's too sad. I have to dump this pot of soup."
Save him from looking sad.
"No!" The six of them no longer wanted to compete for the enemies in each other's bowls, and instantly joined forces: "Brother Song, you can't do this. This soup is good, and it has done nothing wrong."
Yang Song: "Wrong, he doesn't taste good."
"You can't wrong it, why is this soup not good?"
"The most expensive soup I drank at Tire Lin Sanxing's restaurant half a month ago was not as good as this."
"It's a pity to fall."
When Yang Song was about to fall, six people protected the jar from falling.
"Brother Song, if you really want to throw it away, then pour me this soup. I have a small name called Wanjie Recycling Bin." Chen Ming really dared to say anything.
Yang Song: "In order to drink this bad pot of soup, you really worked hard."
Unexpectedly, Meng Shijia also immediately said: "Actually, I also have a nickname called the diamond-encrusted recycling bin."
Shen Huaizhao: "My name is Tang Tong."
Meng Shihan also wanted to raise her hand, but when Yang Song looked over, she held back: I have a boyfriend, so please hold back.
"Thousands of words are gathered into one sentence, Brother Song, we want to drink this pot of soup."
"But it doesn't taste good."
"Delicious!"
"It's really not good."
"It's really delicious!"
Yang Song: Why do you want to have such a non-nutritive dialogue?
"Okay, it's up to you." Yang Song felt relieved, and he had to find a way to make another pot out.
Six people gathered around the jar, and found that there was not much soup left, so I decided to share a spoonful for you and a spoonful for me.
"Sure enough, it's Wangba Tianxia Supreme Soup, it's really delicious!"
Yang Song suddenly turned around again, and said coldly: "Don't call it Wang Ba Tian Xia Zhi Zun Soup again."
"Why?" All six of them felt that the name was very prestigious and domineering.
"Because it doesn't deserve it." Yang Song said and left.
He researched a new soup, but failed the first time he made it.
"Unhappy." Yang Song walked in the bamboo forest, the more he thought about it, the more unhappy he became: "This bamboo forest is really too small."
"Why should I live in the Baifeng Attic?"
"By the way, if you don't live upstairs, you have to go to Meng Shihan's house."
"Hehe, ridiculous."
"No, I forgot one very important thing!" Yang Song folded his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky at 45°: "I don't even have a villa yet!"
"How can you forget about buying a villa? It's a serious matter."
"No wonder I always feel that I don't have energy in my heart. It really is a big thing that I can't do."
"The person who is the supreme soup of the king and the world does not have a villa. How can he do well if he is not feeling well?"
Not to mention the villas in the space.
That's different.
Yang Song let out a sigh of relief: "I will buy a villa tomorrow morning."
Before going to bed, he deliberately set an alarm on his phone.
Early the next morning, Yang Song made rare red bean products: red bean buns, red bean cakes, and red bean porridge.
"Though I'm a southerner, I've been lurking in Los Angeles for so long, and I finally got Brother Song's full sweet breakfast. It's not easy for me."
"Speaking of desserts, isn't there a famous Xianpin Pavilion in the south?"
"Yes, I know this too. Their family is very good at making red bean pastries."
"This Xianpin Pavilion has a history of 300 years. There are [-] kinds of pastries with red beans as the main ingredient. These [-] kinds of red bean pastries are sought after by new and old diners, and they always have to make a reservation to eat."
"Who cooks better, Brother Song or Xianpin Pavilion?"
Sooner or later there will be such doubts.
The southerner who spoke before was named Su Momo, a very gentle girl from the water country.
"I like Songge's dishes very much, and I am definitely a fan of Baifengge, but Songge himself said before that he has just dabbled in desserts for a short time, and Xianpinge has been making pastry for more than 300 years, and there are many old masters in it People learn to make pastry from a young age.”
The implication is that Yang Song's red bean cakes are not as good as Xianpin Pavilion.
Some diners wanted to refute, seeing that the other party was a very innocent and beautiful girl, what she said made sense, and she didn't disrespect Brother Song, she just simply stated her own opinion.
Everyone has a scale in their hearts.
Su Momo was also a little sad. She regarded Yang Song as an idol, even though objectively, Yang Song really couldn't make red bean cakes like Xianpin Pavilion.
"But Brother Song is just starting out. After a few years, he will definitely be able to make it as delicious as Xianpin Pavilion!"
Affirmation from Jiangnan beauty.
Yang Song heard it, and couldn't help but smile slightly: "I didn't expect this girl to be my little girl."
"That's right, Brother Song has just started learning how to make desserts, and he can already hold cake banquets. In time, he will definitely be as good as the pastry chefs in Jiangnan!"
In China, there are food hobbies from all over the country.
One side of water and soil has one side of people.
For example, you ran in front of Sichuan people and yelled: Our mapo tofu is better than yours.
People from Sichuan will sneer and beat you with mapo tofu until you call them daddy.
People in the south of the Yangtze River love sweets, and the pastries in the south are more delicate and beautiful than those in other places, and the taste is often better.
Every place has its own cuisine.
This is the delicacy of the Huaxia family, where a hundred flowers bloom and a hundred schools of thought contend.
Yang Song's family is in the countryside of Los Angeles, where the representative delicacies are donkey broth, roast duck, flower cakes and so on.
Cakes that do not include red beans.
In fact, even many Los Angeles people have never eaten pastries made from red beans.
After all, there are thousands of delicacies in the world, and it is impossible for them to have eaten them all.
They are not some confident crooked nuts who have the guts to claim that they will eat all over China in three months.
It turned out that it was said that it had been half a year, and the kid hadn't left Chengdu yet.
In vain to increase laughter.
The diners looked at the gentlemanly young man in the morning light, their Brother Song.
"Brother Song has worked so hard. After delving into so many delicacies for us, he is tired and thin, but he is even more handsome. He will be more excited later. Even if the red bean cake is almost interesting this time, let me perform the trick."
"Give full play to the acting skills of our social people, first think about how to behave deliciously later."
"Recite what you said during the last meal."
"I don't remember, I just remember how delicious that dish was."
"Think hard."
"Leave it to me, everyone follow me, close your eyes, and imagine peeing beef balls, clear soup with longxu noodles, squirrel mandarin fish..."
(End of this chapter)
Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang.
Six tones.
The six stood up in unison, looking at Yang Song in disbelief.
"Brother Song, you said this soup failed?"
"Is this soup a failure?"
"How can a failed product be like this?"
"I do not believe."
"Tang Mingming is so good."
……
How difficult are they to accept?
Yang Song could only repeat: "Yes, it was a failure."
He is a little depressed.
But the shocked eyes of those six people, the mood stimulated by the fierce blow, said sadly:
"I have learned my lesson, and I won't let you taste the dishes I made for the first time in the future."
The six people were even more surprised: "Is this the first time you make this soup?"
Yang Song nodded: "Yes, the car overturned the first time I did it. It's too sad. I have to dump this pot of soup."
Save him from looking sad.
"No!" The six of them no longer wanted to compete for the enemies in each other's bowls, and instantly joined forces: "Brother Song, you can't do this. This soup is good, and it has done nothing wrong."
Yang Song: "Wrong, he doesn't taste good."
"You can't wrong it, why is this soup not good?"
"The most expensive soup I drank at Tire Lin Sanxing's restaurant half a month ago was not as good as this."
"It's a pity to fall."
When Yang Song was about to fall, six people protected the jar from falling.
"Brother Song, if you really want to throw it away, then pour me this soup. I have a small name called Wanjie Recycling Bin." Chen Ming really dared to say anything.
Yang Song: "In order to drink this bad pot of soup, you really worked hard."
Unexpectedly, Meng Shijia also immediately said: "Actually, I also have a nickname called the diamond-encrusted recycling bin."
Shen Huaizhao: "My name is Tang Tong."
Meng Shihan also wanted to raise her hand, but when Yang Song looked over, she held back: I have a boyfriend, so please hold back.
"Thousands of words are gathered into one sentence, Brother Song, we want to drink this pot of soup."
"But it doesn't taste good."
"Delicious!"
"It's really not good."
"It's really delicious!"
Yang Song: Why do you want to have such a non-nutritive dialogue?
"Okay, it's up to you." Yang Song felt relieved, and he had to find a way to make another pot out.
Six people gathered around the jar, and found that there was not much soup left, so I decided to share a spoonful for you and a spoonful for me.
"Sure enough, it's Wangba Tianxia Supreme Soup, it's really delicious!"
Yang Song suddenly turned around again, and said coldly: "Don't call it Wang Ba Tian Xia Zhi Zun Soup again."
"Why?" All six of them felt that the name was very prestigious and domineering.
"Because it doesn't deserve it." Yang Song said and left.
He researched a new soup, but failed the first time he made it.
"Unhappy." Yang Song walked in the bamboo forest, the more he thought about it, the more unhappy he became: "This bamboo forest is really too small."
"Why should I live in the Baifeng Attic?"
"By the way, if you don't live upstairs, you have to go to Meng Shihan's house."
"Hehe, ridiculous."
"No, I forgot one very important thing!" Yang Song folded his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky at 45°: "I don't even have a villa yet!"
"How can you forget about buying a villa? It's a serious matter."
"No wonder I always feel that I don't have energy in my heart. It really is a big thing that I can't do."
"The person who is the supreme soup of the king and the world does not have a villa. How can he do well if he is not feeling well?"
Not to mention the villas in the space.
That's different.
Yang Song let out a sigh of relief: "I will buy a villa tomorrow morning."
Before going to bed, he deliberately set an alarm on his phone.
Early the next morning, Yang Song made rare red bean products: red bean buns, red bean cakes, and red bean porridge.
"Though I'm a southerner, I've been lurking in Los Angeles for so long, and I finally got Brother Song's full sweet breakfast. It's not easy for me."
"Speaking of desserts, isn't there a famous Xianpin Pavilion in the south?"
"Yes, I know this too. Their family is very good at making red bean pastries."
"This Xianpin Pavilion has a history of 300 years. There are [-] kinds of pastries with red beans as the main ingredient. These [-] kinds of red bean pastries are sought after by new and old diners, and they always have to make a reservation to eat."
"Who cooks better, Brother Song or Xianpin Pavilion?"
Sooner or later there will be such doubts.
The southerner who spoke before was named Su Momo, a very gentle girl from the water country.
"I like Songge's dishes very much, and I am definitely a fan of Baifengge, but Songge himself said before that he has just dabbled in desserts for a short time, and Xianpinge has been making pastry for more than 300 years, and there are many old masters in it People learn to make pastry from a young age.”
The implication is that Yang Song's red bean cakes are not as good as Xianpin Pavilion.
Some diners wanted to refute, seeing that the other party was a very innocent and beautiful girl, what she said made sense, and she didn't disrespect Brother Song, she just simply stated her own opinion.
Everyone has a scale in their hearts.
Su Momo was also a little sad. She regarded Yang Song as an idol, even though objectively, Yang Song really couldn't make red bean cakes like Xianpin Pavilion.
"But Brother Song is just starting out. After a few years, he will definitely be able to make it as delicious as Xianpin Pavilion!"
Affirmation from Jiangnan beauty.
Yang Song heard it, and couldn't help but smile slightly: "I didn't expect this girl to be my little girl."
"That's right, Brother Song has just started learning how to make desserts, and he can already hold cake banquets. In time, he will definitely be as good as the pastry chefs in Jiangnan!"
In China, there are food hobbies from all over the country.
One side of water and soil has one side of people.
For example, you ran in front of Sichuan people and yelled: Our mapo tofu is better than yours.
People from Sichuan will sneer and beat you with mapo tofu until you call them daddy.
People in the south of the Yangtze River love sweets, and the pastries in the south are more delicate and beautiful than those in other places, and the taste is often better.
Every place has its own cuisine.
This is the delicacy of the Huaxia family, where a hundred flowers bloom and a hundred schools of thought contend.
Yang Song's family is in the countryside of Los Angeles, where the representative delicacies are donkey broth, roast duck, flower cakes and so on.
Cakes that do not include red beans.
In fact, even many Los Angeles people have never eaten pastries made from red beans.
After all, there are thousands of delicacies in the world, and it is impossible for them to have eaten them all.
They are not some confident crooked nuts who have the guts to claim that they will eat all over China in three months.
It turned out that it was said that it had been half a year, and the kid hadn't left Chengdu yet.
In vain to increase laughter.
The diners looked at the gentlemanly young man in the morning light, their Brother Song.
"Brother Song has worked so hard. After delving into so many delicacies for us, he is tired and thin, but he is even more handsome. He will be more excited later. Even if the red bean cake is almost interesting this time, let me perform the trick."
"Give full play to the acting skills of our social people, first think about how to behave deliciously later."
"Recite what you said during the last meal."
"I don't remember, I just remember how delicious that dish was."
"Think hard."
"Leave it to me, everyone follow me, close your eyes, and imagine peeing beef balls, clear soup with longxu noodles, squirrel mandarin fish..."
(End of this chapter)
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