Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 1198
They didn't know that what Yang Song said was true.

Yang Song and Gao Gui ate from beginning to end on Dumpling Street.

If it tastes good, they will finish it; if it tastes bad, they will leave after taking a bite.

The whole boss is a little confused.

Stir-fried steamed dumplings taste amazing, Yang Song plans to make some changes, otherwise it may not meet the tastes of young people.

"However, the stomachs of young people are too fragile now, and it's good to let them eat something mild."

"The fried dumplings with lard residue dipped in chili and soy vinegar are very tasty. I miss the spicy soup. The fried buns and dumplings really go better with the spicy soup."

"What is Hu spicy soup?" Gao Gui asked suddenly.

"Haven't you ever had hot pepper soup?"

"No, is it good?"

"Let's go, I'm going to prepare it and make it for you to drink." Yang Song recognized Gao Gui as his little brother, so he could make his little brother never drink Hu spicy soup?Absolutely not.

What's more, he wanted to eat it himself.

"I can make water-fried buns stuffed with sauerkraut and use it with Hu spicy soup. It will definitely taste good!"

Just do it, Yang Song sent Gao Gui back, went back to the hotel and plunged into the space again.

"God, god, are you back? I know I was wrong..."

Wu Chuang is still hanging.

Yang Song hurried over and saw that he was just a bit miserable, nothing else.

"It's you, I accidentally forgot you, but you don't have anything serious to do, just hang around like this, practice your body, do less bad things, and reflect on yourself."

Wu Chuang was going crazy.

What does it mean to forget him?

"I'm still hanging, I'm going to die!"

"I won't die, I am amazing here, I can assure you of this, don't you believe it? If you don't believe me, just stay here and wait for a year, a half, three to five years to see if you will die." Yang Song is confident in his own space.

The chickens, ducks, geese, sparrows, and pigeons raised in the space are not dead, and even the fish, shrimp, and crabs in the river are alive and well.

"I believed it, I believed it, and I really reflected on it. When will you let me out? I really can't stay here anymore."

Wu Chuang really had enough.

He regretted it, sincerely apologized to Yang Song and admitted his mistake, and vowed that he would never retaliate after going out.

"How can a man's mouth be trusted? You have to act."

Yang Song thought for a while, and played a video for Wu Chuang.

"Look, this is "Disciple Regulations", as well as the Confucian classic "On Gentlemen", the Buddhist classic "Heart Sutra", the Taoist classic "Shang Shan Ruo Shui", and "The Analects of Confucius", "Book of Songs", "Mencius" and "Fu Lei's Family Letter". Copy them all down, and if you don’t understand them, look them up in an ancient Chinese dictionary, and I’ll put one for you, make sure you understand the meaning, understand the principles in it, and educate yourself.”

Wu Chuang went crazy.

He is a shining college scum.

"If you want to go out, you should study hard. When you learn it, you will be heartbroken, change your face, and know how to be a new person, when will you go out again."

Wu Chuang cried heartbreakingly: "God, please let me out, my parents are getting old, they really can't do without me, I have to go out to provide for their retirement, you gave me so many books, I really can’t finish reading it in my lifetime.”

"Don't underestimate yourself, human potential is unlimited."

Yang Song can actually comfort people.

"In addition, didn't your parents have a second child? Although your sister is a girl, she is very promising. Without you, the family of three is doing well. Speaking of which, you can copy the "Book of Filial Piety" again."

"I don't!" Wu Chuang collapsed again.

"Be obedient, as long as you copy a copy, I will let you go."

"Really?"

"Look, when I say I hang you up, I hang you up. If I say I won't let you go, I won't let you go. If I say let lightning strike you, let lightning strike you. When do words count? I've always been honest."

Wu Chuang didn't want to talk anymore.

Yang Song handed him the pen and paper, and arranged a desk for him.

The kind that floats in mid-air.

"How do you write this?" Wu Chuang was still hanging upside down.

"Write seriously." Yang Song arranged the table for him firmly: "Hanging upside down will make you more concentrated."

Wu Chuang didn't believe it.

It's no use not believing.

Yang Song has left.

He's a chef, and his first job is cooking.It's easy to teach the hooligans a lesson.

Wu Chuang doesn't have to worry about eating and drinking in the space, and Yang Song's space won't starve him, and even the food given is delicious.

Just hanging upside down, life is hard.

Yang Song is cooking hot and spicy soup in the kitchen.

He hasn't cooked hot pepper soup for a long time, so he has to practice again to make a hot spicy soup that suits the taste of Northeast people.

One side raises one person.

Now that we have come to Northeast China, Hu spicy soup must of course adapt to the tastes of the people here.

This is equivalent to Sichuan people inviting southerners to eat slightly spicy hot pot, making southerners cry.

Southerners are reasonably skeptical: "It's not mildly spicy at all."

Sichuanese: "No, this is slightly spicy, or slightly spicy."

While talking, he calmly took a sip of the bottom of the hot pot: "It's not spicy at all."

Yang Song wants to make hot and spicy soup, a spicy and delicious gooey soup.

The spicy and delicious taste is the taste, and the stickiness is the taste.

The gooey texture is perfect for breakfast.

Basic things like fried noodles, chili, day lily, fungus, and shredded tofu are indispensable.

What Yang Song has to do is to adjust the ratio of ingredients.

People in the Northeast can't eat too spicy, so they reduce the amount of chili and add green peppercorns. The green peppercorns are slightly spicy and have a richer fragrance, which is suitable for them.

Can not do without meat, Yang Song chooses beef.

You can't add tofu skin, you have to use dried tofu and shred it.

……

There were too many adjustments, and Yang Song worked in the space for three hours to prepare the most suitable Hu spicy soup for Northeast people.

He felt a sense of accomplishment when he was done.

I used lard residue and sauerkraut to fry a pot of fried buns for myself, and ate them with Hu spicy soup. I drank a glass of honey water happily and went for a walk in the garden.

By the way, I took a look at my own vegetable garden, it was very well organized.

Artificial intelligence vegetable farmers are very hardworking and capable.

There are also luthiers who play the piano for fruits and vegetables.

Yang Song called a few more dancers: "Give me a startling dance."

After seeing the real Jinghong Dance, Yang Song really realized what it means to be as graceful as a Jinghong, graceful as a dragon...

"The waist of this dancer is really soft, so beautiful! There is no such thing as a graceful dance in TV dramas."

The system said: "The dancer who dances for the host is imitated by Zhou Ehuang, the empress of the Southern Tang empress. She is the founder of Jinghong Dance."

Yang Song was startled: the imitators are so beautiful, so wouldn't Zhou Ehuang be even more beautiful?
"That's right, Zhou Ehuang is a real master of dancers, and her neon dress and feather dance is even more beautiful, that is the real allure."

Yang Song had to admit: "No wonder so many people wanted to be emperor in ancient times."

System: "The host please continue to work hard to summon Zhou Ehuang as soon as possible. Although it is only a clone of another world, it is no different from the real one."

"Work hard, host, and enjoy the emperor-level enjoyment as soon as possible."

(End of this chapter)