Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 1154 It's All Drama
Li Qingti claims that it is normal to write novels of 40 words a day, but he can write for a month, starting with at least [-] words.

"Now it's just a mere dish criticism conference, you should be able to help, right?"

"You can write [-] characters now, and give each of us five or six hundred characters, which is almost enough."

"What are you waiting for? It's better to act than to be moved, write quickly!"

Li Qingti didn't expect that he just came out to have a banquet on this beautiful night in early autumn, so why did he let him type?
What kind of magical direction is this?

"I don't have a computer with me."

"It's okay, I brought it." Meng Wan sent the computer and the computer bag to Li Qingti. "The keyboard works well, don't worry."

"I'm not used to the keyboard that comes with my laptop."

"It's okay. I have an external keyboard. It's your favorite red switch. The keycaps are soft, and you can use it with ease." Li Ke is indeed Li Qingti's good computer friend.

"I don't like the red axis recently."

"It's okay, I just bought a new keyboard today, red switch, brown switch, green switch, choose whatever you want."

Really didn't give him a way out, Li Qingti had no choice but to burn the boat.

"You all be sober, is Brother Song so easy to fool? Even if I'm good at making up stories, I can't make up [-] words of food criticism!"

"Brother Song's dishes are so delicious. After I finish eating, I just want to write a book for him, to praise his cooking skills, and let me criticize him. I really can't do it!"

"You can't write five or six hundred words of criticism, but you still ask me to write twenty thousand. Wouldn't your conscience hurt?"

"I'm so heartbroken. I'm also a member of the Yang family. You guys actually hurt me like this. Alas, the world is not worth it."

After Li Qingti finished speaking, he leaned over his desk and cried loudly, in extreme grief.

Leaving everyone to look at each other in blank dismay, a bit of conscience seemed to grow in the stuffed stomach, and it really hurt a little.

Sitting in front of the French windows on the second floor, Yang Song couldn't help feeling emotional: "Sure enough, people who write novels are all dramatists. I underestimated Li Qingti in the past. This person is simply a dramatist among dramatists."

Meng Shihan said: "Why do you have to ask them to write suggestions? Those dishes are obviously impeccable."

Yang Song said: "Shihan, you have eaten my lion's head before, and you will eat it again after a while, how do you feel?"

"The first time I ate it, I thought it was delicious. I thought it was the most delicious lion's head I've ever eaten. The second time I ate it, you made the lion's head even more delicious. It felt like I was eating fake lion's heads before."

Yang Song's culinary skills can clearly taste the difference from the same dish at different times.

"When I cook, I first do it right, and then find a way to do it well, and keep improving. This is my pursuit of cooking." Yang Song said.

Like two completely different realms, the most delicious lion's head is one layer, and the second one is delicious like a world-opening one.

"But you are working too hard."

"I don't think so." Yang Song leaned back and lay directly in Meng Shihan's arms, "I enjoy it very much."

Double entendre.

Meng Shihan rubbed his head skillfully, with a gentle smile.

An hour later, Yang Song came back again: "Everyone, the criticism conference has officially started. Now tell me what you are most dissatisfied with today's dish?"

Everyone, look at me, and I look at you.

Thirty dishes went through quickly in their minds, and they couldn't bear to spit on any of them, they were all delicious.

"Brother Song, where are the refreshments? Isn't there a late-night snack?" Chen Ming's focus is always so different.

But after his reminder, everyone also remembered.

"Yeah, where are the snacks?"

"I said why do I always feel that there is something missing?"

"I'm hungry. I don't know what's going on these days. It's always easy to get hungry."

Hungry just an hour after eating.

Yang Song: "You had three snacks before."

Digested in an hour.

"It's okay." Everyone didn't think there was a problem.

Even the newly joined Zhou Yingjie and Liu Chuxun rubbed their stomachs: "As we get older, we get hungry easily."

"Okay, here's a supper for you."

Yang Song was definitely not fooling people when he said that he would give them supper.

Fragrant rice tea, lotus flower jelly, honey jelly, green tea cake, hawthorn jelly, strawberry daifuku, poplar nectar, two roses, tangerine peel and red bean paste, longan tremella and lotus seed soup, four fruit soup, kumquat lemon tea.

The tables are filled with colorful and green colors, which is very beautiful.

"Can we start?"

"Brother Song, in the face of such beautiful food, it's really hard for us to spit out bad words, or let us eat first?" Chen Ming's eyes lit up, and he wanted to hold the table and pour it into his mouth directly.

Yang Song always said before that he was not very good at making desserts, and there were very few desserts on the menu of Baifeng Pavilion, and basically all of them required reservations.

As a result, he got a table out.

"Okay, you guys eat first, and give me some advice on this dessert later."

Began to eat!
On the dining table, there are no seniors, not even parents and brothers. Everyone is an equal cook. What can they grab?How much you grab depends on your real ability.

Among them, Li Qingti grabbed the first chopsticks delicacy by relying on his super fast hand speed.

Others hold one chopstick, Li Qingti can do three chopsticks.

Meng Wan, on the other hand, was very calm and rational. He poured sweet soup for himself, and quickly put a piece of various snacks on a small plate.

Others also have their own ways.

The three brothers of the Wen family were located next to each other, and the brothers became enemies who robbed food.

"Second brother, how can you do this? This piece of hawthorn cake is clearly your elder brother's first favorite."

"Hehe, I'll catch it first."

"Third brother, you are wicked, put down my red bean paste!"

Yang Song and Meng Shihan also came to the table, but the two of them were very quiet. The cook may rob the brothers, but they will not rob the young couple.

Brother Song must be respected, otherwise he won't be able to eat next time.

We must respect the future proprietress of Baifeng Pavilion, otherwise Brother Song will not be able to keep them.

Yang Song looked at the people at their table, and it took only 10 minutes to kill all the tea and snacks, cleanly, like locusts crossing the border.

"Hiccup—"

"Brother Song, my tea is so delicious. I like the poplar branch nectar the most. It's so delicious, so sweet and fragrant!"

"I like longan, lotus seed and white fungus soup."

"Double roses are my favorite."

……

Each has its own preferences.

Yang Song quietly waited for them to finish speaking.

"Now hold a criticism meeting?"

There's no reason to run away now, is there?

"Scattered moonlight through the clouds..."

"I'm looking up, above the moon."

"the vast horizon is my love."

All of a sudden, the bell rang loudly, and everyone's cell phones rang.

"Hey, is there something wrong with the company?"

"Found a car of stray dogs?"

"What, you saw my first love goddess?"

……

In short, there is only one meaning.

"Brother Song, it's urgent! I have to go back quickly!"

"Thank you for your hospitality, Brother Song, I'm leaving first, and I'll come see you another day!"

One runs faster than the other.

Don't accept the bill after eating.

(End of this chapter)