Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 1062 Take Good Care of My Daughter-in-law

After returning from Meng Shihan's side, Yang Song regretted it all the time: "I forgot to ask how many days I have to wait."

Those few days of each month seem to be different for everyone.

Yang Song counted with his fingers for a while, but couldn't figure it out.

"I don't want to, I have to go to bed early, and I have to make some soup for Xiaohan tomorrow morning." One of the qualities Yang Song likes most about Meng Shihan is: my wife is very good at repaying her kindness.

He is taking good care of Meng Shihan now, when the time comes, heh heh heh...

The next morning, it should have been no different from before.

It's just that the diners all know that Yang Song has moved.

Everyone comes with gifts when they come to eat again.

This morning, the breakfast at Baifengge is crock pot soup with mixed noodles.

Crockpot soup has a history of more than 1000 years and is the pride of people in Nanchang, Jiangxi.

Almost everyone in Nanchang has such a breakfast match.

A bowl of hot stew, plus a bowl of rice noodles.

Lengjia collocation, meat and vegetable combination, start the day's energy and spirit.

Yang Song made a total of six soups, namely winter melon and duck soup, wild pepper and pig's trotters soup, pear meat pie soup, lotus root ribs soup, soybean and pork belly soup, and black-bone chicken and red dates soup.

These six kinds of soups have only one unit price, 300 yuan for a bowl of soup, plus 100 yuan, you can get a bowl of mixed noodles.

In the kitchen of Baifeng Pavilion, there are three large earthen pots of 1.5 meters.

Three hundred small pottery pots are placed in each large pot, the height of which is no more than the length of an adult's palm, and the ingredients inside are ever-changing.

Baifeng Pavilion only provides one thousand breakfasts today.

There is a fourth slightly smaller earthenware pot in the kitchen. This earthenware pot is only one meter high and contains 110 small clay pots.

In addition to the thousand breakfasts, the remaining ten are naturally the internal staff of Baifeng Pavilion.

Regarding the quantity, Chen Ming and Meng Shijia are already fighting openly and secretly.

"Brat, I'm your elder brother Chen Ming. You actually have the guts to rob me. You can just drink one serving of stewed soup. Why drink so much at such a young age?"

There are only five bosses and employees in Baifeng Pavilion, and there are ten servings of stewed soup.

When the soup was ready, Yang Song drank two servings first. He said it was for taste, but no one in the store believed him.

"Brother Song, you can arrange soup for breakfast, but do you still need to taste it?" Chen Ming was the first to refuse.

"That's right, brother-in-law, don't fool us, we are not easy to deceive." Meng Shijia was the second to refuse.

Yang Song was serious: "Well, you are not a chef, you don't understand."

"Breakfast is over, and I want another drink. For Xiaohan, I have Sydney meatloaf soup and black-bone chicken and red date soup. You are not allowed to move."

Well, five copies are gone.

The three of them divided the remaining five shares.

Yang Song spoke again: "Huai Zhao likes winter melon duck soup and lotus root ribs soup, don't bully her."

He said that, absolutely not for revenge.

Ow!

Chen Ming and Meng Shijia screamed: There are only three cans left.

The two of them share three cans of soup, which means war.

"We rock paper scissors!"

"childish!"

"Then how do you say we divide?"

"Flip a coin."

Yang Song hehe.

Everything was ready and the diners came in in line.

"Come on, Tiantian, be careful." Liu Wenwu has already embraced the beauty, guarding her carefully: "We can live closer in the future, and it will be much more convenient to come over for dinner."

The bigger the boss, the more careful you have to be when talking to him. This kid actually wanted to propose after eating breakfast.

Yang Song looked down on Boss Liu.

"Everyone also saw it outside the door. There are six types of crock pot soup today, but each person can only order one pot, and if there is not enough, another bowl of soup."

The diners have known it for a long time, and it is because they know that they cannot accept it.

"Brother Song, this won't work. There are six kinds of soup, how can we only order one?"

"That's right, we should at least let us order three, right?"

"A small portion of crock pot soup is really not enough."

"Brother Song, I smell it outside, and my mouth is watering. A can of soup really can't save me."

"We should count as five people, can we order five portions?" A young couple actually came with triplets in their arms.

The triplets lay obediently in the stroller and slept soundly, unaware that they were being treated as tool people by their parents.

Alas, the world is not worth it.

Why do little babies become their parents' breakfast tools?Is it the corruption of morality, or the distortion of truth?

Yang Song felt toothache: "Why do people always try to challenge the rules?" '

"Are they a year old? Are they teething?"

The young parents were very excited: "It's one year old, it's teething, brother Song, look, we have evidence."

Actually carry photos, even videos.

Yang Song underestimated them, sighed and said, "It's okay to return, have you given them five license plates?"

The young parents wanted to be struck by lightning: "We, accidentally, forgot."

Yang Song regretted: "That can only be next time."

Then he turned his head and told Shen Huaizhao: "Increase the store's rules, no children under the age of three will be entertained during breakfast."

It cannot happen that a one-year-old child is used as a tool by unscrupulous parents before he can run.

Young parents with cracked expressions: "We have no future."

Yang Song kindly comforted them: "There are some, and there will be two years later."

The diners around were really relieved.

"Triplets!"

"There are three more job seekers."

"At such a young age, his fighting power is amazing."

"Suddenly want a second child."

"treacherous!"

Yang Song took the iron rack and took out the soup from the crock pot one by one. At the same time, he cooked rice flour, mountain spring water, and simple seasonings in the large pot next to him.

Shen Huaizhao and others helped serve the dishes.

"Lotus root pork ribs soup! Why is this lotus root so fragrant? Take a bite, it's full of gravy, soft and sweet, and this ribs, the flesh and bones are separated, fresh, really fresh, and it's not hot at all when you drink it. It's really too hot." Amazing!"

"This is definitely the most delicious black-bone chicken soup with red dates in my life."

"Dry this bowl of soybean pork belly soup!"

"Wife, drink slowly, slowly, absolutely can't finish it in one gulp, it's too wasteful."

"No, you will definitely snatch me after you finish drinking!"

"Son, don't you like soup, dad help you."

"Show face, you actually snatched your son's soup. Son, mother will help you drink it."

……

A small crock pot of soup is unbelievably delicious, but there is only five or six bites, which is really not enough.

But that's the essence of crock pot soup.

All the ingredients come together in just one pot of soup.

Only with this authentic and addictive soup.

"I really want to do eighteen more bowls!"

"you are dreaming."

"Impossible."

Generally speaking, meals served for breakfast are not served at other times.

Someone went to ask Yang Song:

"Brother Song, this soup is delicious!"

Yang Song nodded: "Well, I know."

"Such a delicious soup, can I still drink it tomorrow morning?"

I ask this because under normal circumstances, the breakfast in Baifeng Pavilion is not repeated.

"Want to continue drinking?" Yang Song asked back.

(End of this chapter)