Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 1096 The World of Biscuits

Yang Song searched the Internet and easily found out what Qingji's eighteen kinds of biscuits were.

Vegetable cake, egg cake, mung bean cake, red bean cake, milk biscuit, snowflake cake, almond cake, salt cake, peach cake, sesame cake, taro cake, peanut cake, hazelnut cake, walnut cake, melon seed cake, rice cake Shortbread, jujube shortbread, rose shortbread.

this lineup.

"I haven't eaten many kinds." Yang Song sighed, "But it's very interesting, you can try it."

Gu Baiwei was devastated: "Brother Song, how many kinds do you say you haven't eaten?"

"Well, I only ate vegetable cakes, sesame crisps, and peach crisps, nothing else." Yang Song was very honest.

Gu Baiwei: "Eighteen kinds of shortbread, have you only eaten three kinds?"

"Well, there are fifteen kinds that I haven't eaten before." Yang Song stroked his chin and looked at the eighteen kinds of shortbread that only had names.

"You said to make these eighteen kinds of biscuits?" Gu Baiwei felt that Yang Song was joking.

"I never joke." Yang Song said.

"Brother Song, these eighteen kinds of shortbread are all my traditional Chinese shortbread."

"I know."

Theoretical knowledge, Yang Song mastered the door clear.

No one knows that Yang Song is often required to endorse by the system.

"After several generations of chefs' groping, there is a sense of time, but it is not so easy to make." Gu Baiwei said bluntly.

"Challenges, I like it." Yang Song's bad taste can be seen, he likes difficulties, the more difficult he is, the more he has to do it, so that he can pretend to be aggressive in front of others.

Gu Baiwei has practiced cooking since he was a child, became famous when he was young, and has always lived proudly.

No one who is younger than him has better culinary skills than him, and few people who are younger than him have better culinary skills than him.

Gu Baiwei, who never knew how to write the word modest, met Yang Song who was even more arrogant than him.

"Brother Song, are you sure? It's really not easy." Gu Baiwei didn't know whether he was trying to persuade Yang Song or himself.

"It's okay, vegetable biscuits, it's my first time trying it too."

It seems to be quite successful.

Gu Baiwei told the truth: "It doesn't seem like it's really successful. Qingji's vegetable cake only has six kinds of vegetables."

Their vegetable cakes have been compared by Yang Song.

As people move forward, pastry and biscuits naturally need to be improved.

Since Yang Song can go beyond one kind and make other seventeen kinds, what's the problem?
No one in Baifeng Pavilion doubted Yang Song's ability.

"Now that we have decided, let's start today, make a kind of pastry every day, take it to the street and invite people to try it, and give us feedback."

After more than ten days, he can sell eighteen kinds of shortbread.

All of these shortbread will keep for a month or two.

Yang Song will travel abroad at that time, and leave some shortbread and snacks for everyone, so that the diners will not have anything to eat when he leaves.

The pastries are also delicious.

I hope the diners won't hunt him down, Yang Song always thinks about his dog's life.

"Xiaohan, is there anything you particularly want to eat? I'll make it for you." It's best to store it conveniently.

"I like to eat everything you make." Meng Shihan said some affectionate nonsense.

Yang Song loves to listen to this kind of bun talk.

"I should make more buns, too."

The steamed stuffed buns are quick-frozen and handed over to the foundry for processing, which is convenient for storage.

Everyone eats steamed buns for dinner, and usually has pastries.

Yang Song can go out and travel with peace of mind.

"But it's still not very good. The food should be served hot." Yang Song baked a lot of vegetable cakes.

The browned and crispy vegetable cakes, made in the shape of leaves, were packed into exquisite jars, and Yang Song put them on a trolley, and delivered them one by one to the neighbors in the food street.

Everyone has it.

Wherever he went with the snack trolley, he would praise the food they sold.

The host flew up happily, blushing as if drinking wine: "Brother Song praised me, your previous teaching was very useful, I followed suit, and it was much more delicious than before."

Having said that, whether the store is selling egg pancakes, octopus balls, or selling fried rice, they must immediately make a taste for Yang Song.

"Brother Song, try what I did right?"

Yang Song tasted it and praised the improvement, and took advantage of the situation to demonstrate it in person.

Excited store thank you again and again.

If you want to cook food for a long time, the taste is the same word of mouth.

In the profession of chefs, there are a lot of secrets, and there are very few people who don't want to be paid to help people like this.

They are very lucky to be able to do business with Baifengge Street, and it is a great favor for Yang Song to take time to teach them every day.

Yang Song delivered the whole truckload of biscuits and taught countless people.

He still has to go back to business.

There were quite a few people who didn't receive the biscuits, and they looked at Yang Song eagerly.

They were embarrassed to speak up, and they were really envious.

Yang Song said: "I'll go back and cook first, and I'll bake some biscuits and send them out later."

"Thank you, Brother Song!"

"Brother Song is really a kind person!"

"Brother Song is definitely not human."

"Ok?"

"He is a god, he came down to save us all!"

……

Yang Song sent biscuits to every household, even the people pushing the snack carts would not miss them.

It's all one street.

The shops outside that are not in the food street: "Our envious eyes are red and our hearts are crying."

They also want to move to be neighbors on the same street as Baifengge.

The diners came to line up, knowing that Yang Song baked beauty and health biscuits with ten kinds of vegetables as gifts, and they were all excited.

"Brother Song should also send us off, right?"

"It doesn't matter if you give something or not, as long as it's on the menu of Baifeng Pavilion, we can buy it ourselves."

"The most important thing is to have the opportunity to eat."

……

Yang Song: "I won't be on the menu for the time being, I don't have time to bake so much, and I have to give it to the neighbors."

A group of diners who have been promoted or are on the road to promotion and salary increase: 'What do you mean?Look down on those of us who want to spend money on it? '

Yang Song: "I don't mean that. I baked this biscuit just to give it away. Please give me some comments, just [-] words."

Having said that, the diners will not mention the biscuits.

They can't put forward an opinion of only [-] characters.

Yang Song has been in business for so long, let's talk about what the diners have to say.

After all, it was Yang Song who always asked them for advice.

"What are the shortcomings of my cooking? Or simply, what are the shortcomings?" Grandmaster Yang Song asked.

A group of diners: "We feel that there is no shortage, it is already very delicious."

Yang Song: "No, I feel that you are lying to me. How could this be delicious? This dish is not suitable, there must be something wrong with it."

"Brother Song, what's the problem?"

"It's not clear yet, I'm waiting for feedback from diners."

His diners were devastated.

Although the biscuits are desirable, the diners can do nothing about the [-]-character composition.

Many years have passed since the college entrance examination, and they have not written essays for many years.

"Actually, I don't really want to eat small biscuits. I prefer to eat grilled chicken wings today."

"Yes, in fact, I'm here to eat beef noodles today."

"That's right, I'm here to eat jade dragon tendon and hibiscus grilled fish."

They are not interested in cookies that require a small essay.

(End of this chapter)