Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 891 Four people came

Dazhi had a dream of being powerful in the fairyland all night, no, he had a dream of eating and drinking, all he ate was the food he ate at Yang Song's shop yesterday.

In just a few hours, he ate the same food twice.

Dazhi with a golden tongue is usually disdainful, but after waking up, looking at the sunrise in the east, he first murmured: "Brother Song's food, no matter how many times I eat it, I won't get tired of it."

Even after muttering in a low voice, Dazhi suddenly stood up, jumped onto the balcony, stepped on the guardrail, and shouted towards the sun: "I want to eat Brother Song's food! My Huaxia Chinese cuisine is profound, profound, long-standing, evergreen, and immortal!"

Dazhi ran up, went to have breakfast and lunch, and then called Pang Wei and the others out.

On the way here, these few were still very unhappy.

"How come this kind of food street? It's old and old."

"Are the hygienic conditions here acceptable?"

"Dazhi, if the food you found this time doesn't satisfy us, then you may not be able to find food with us anymore."

These three bastards are isolated, and they want to drive Dazhi out of "Extreme Taste".

"No problem!" Dazhi believed in Yang Song.

Fat Wei smiled triumphantly at Xiaojian and Qiangzi.

Originally, four people competed for the leadership, but after today there will be three people.

There are not many chairs, and the fewer people grabbing them, the better.

As the saying goes, radishes and vegetables have their own preferences.

Fat Wei and the others have already made a decision, and when they get to the place later, they will find faults even if there is nothing wrong with them.

After all, Huaxia's cuisine is not up to date with the times. They all have a picky tongue, good at picky taste, and also good at picky.

From far away, they saw Yang Song sitting in front of the table with tens of thousands of carved flowers in Baifeng Pavilion, and they started.

"He used a kitchen knife to carve flowers, that's stupid!"

"Huaxia's chefs are always so ignorant. There are more convenient western food knives to use, but they choose to use a kitchen knife. It's ridiculous and stupid."

"Is there a pharmacy next door, I think he needs a first aid kit."

Dazhi didn't speak on the surface, but he was sneering in his heart: a group of cute idiots.

Yang Song can roast a hundred bamboo rats at the same time, and each bamboo rat can be evenly dispersed into five pieces of meat just by pressing it lightly with chopsticks.

It's not just that the ability to control the heat is super strong, and the knife skills are not good, it is impossible to do it at all.

Dazhi saw Yang Song carve flowers with such a small tomato for the first time. Although he was a little surprised, he had full confidence in Yang Song.

The four of them approached slowly.

Yang Song was actually surrounded by people, mainly children.

Dazhi and the others stood not far away and observed.

Yang Song just carved one, without even looking at it, he threw it into his mouth and ate it.

This was not successful, and everyone could see it.

"Hey——" This is Fat Wei.

Xiaojian glanced at Dazhi, and Qiangzi was very proud.

Yang Song acted as if he didn't hear anything, quickly took another small tomato, examined it in the palm of his hand, and raised the knife to carve.

He is very serious, but every knife he falls is not so cautious, at least it seems that way.

Yang Song didn't seem to know that it was a very dangerous thing for him to drop the knife on the small tomato at his fingertip with the big kitchen knife.

He looks so casual.

The edge of the knife landed on the red flesh, and once in a while, it appeared on his fingertips from time to time.

The onlookers were terrified, but Yang Song didn't care.

Fat Wei looked at it, and even hoped that Yang Song would cut off a piece of flesh and blood so that he could hit Dazhi in the face.

"Why did he close his eyes?"

Yang Song seemed to be helping Fat Wei.

"Hehehe..." Fat Wei grinned grimly, "Dazhi, is this what you call a master chef? He really is a master of arts and courageous."

Da Zhiqing ignored him with a straight face, he was a little worried for Yang Song.

After all, it is such a big kitchen knife.

Yang Song was still very relaxed: "Okay, look at this flower, isn't it beautiful?"

He just closed his eyes and handed it back, Meng Shihan stretched out his hand to catch it.

"It's getting more and more beautiful, this one is the most beautiful!"

Being praised sincerely by his girlfriend, Yang Song was naturally very happy: "Then I will carve a few more flowers."

"Can you keep your eyes closed?" Meng Shihan was a little worried.

"It's okay, my eyes were a little tired just now, thinking about opening and closing them, the effect is almost the same." Yang Song told the truth, scaring the people next to him.

No one dares to say that when cutting vegetables with a knife.

Yang Song took another small tomato and made it with just a few knives, proficient, fast and easy.

Under the golden sunlight, the red flesh looks like petals, blooming layer by layer, it is really a delicate and charming flower.

Yang Song opened his eyes and carved a few more flowers, which were still the same beautiful flowers.

"I'd say it's all the same."

He simply let his eyes rest, and only closed his eyes for the knife.

Half an hour later, there was nothing left in the basket of tomatoes.

"Okay, take a break."

Meng Shihan came out of Baifeng Pavilion, holding a large plate of small tomatoes on a transparent glass plate, to be precise, it was a large plate of bright red rose flowers.

"Do you like it?" Yang Song asked deliberately, "I made it for you."

There is no woman who does not love flowers.

"I like it." Meng Shihan said sweetly in her heart, "How did I find such a capable boyfriend?"

Yang Song felt even happier, as if he had eaten honey.

Thinking of honey, Yang Song suddenly said: "Do you want to eat candied haws? I'll make it for you."

Although the sun is not as big as it was at noon, it is still hot. Thinking of the sweet and sour taste of candied haws, Meng Shihan's eyes lit up: "I want to eat it!"

"Okay!" Yang Song hurried back to the back kitchen, and soon ran out again, followed by Meng Shijia and Shen Huaizhao.

"We also want to eat candied haws."

The two of them hugged the fruit, the one who carried the pot, and the one who carried the pot, Yang Song relaxed and came out empty-handed.

"We want to eat too, so we must work hard!"

Candied haws cannot be made without hawthorn, there is a system, and Yang Song has the freshest Shanlihong.

It is actually very simple to make candied haws, but it is not so easy to make them delicious.

Put the maltose and water into the pot together, and bring to a slow boil over low heat, stirring constantly.

This process is actually very boring.

"Go back and rest first, and I will call you later when it is ready." Yang Song enjoyed it very much.

"No need, we're not tired." Meng Shijia refused.

Shen Huaizhao also disagreed.

Meng Shijia refused because he was worried that he would miss out on delicious food.

He knew very well that in Baifeng Pavilion and Yang Song's place, he, the young master of the Meng family and the future brother-in-law, was actually of little importance.

Shen Huaizhao is a hero of Baifeng Pavilion, and has a deep revolutionary relationship with Yang Song.

Not to mention Meng Shihan, that is Yang Song's other half.

Not to mention Chen Ming, who is Yang Song's number one fan.

After this arrangement, Meng Shijia had to let his brother-in-law see his sincerity in order to eat more delicacies.

They would definitely not be interested in watching the boiled sugar if someone else did it, but that person was replaced by Yang Song.

"That must be seen!"

(End of this chapter)