Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 895 The Unexpected Apprentice

"Fuck me, do you have eyes?" The young man with half-dyed green hair yelled, "Do you know how much my phone costs?"

His yelling can be heard all over the world.

Yang Song's parts were all over the ground, and his tone was calm: "How much?"

Punch into the cotton.

Lu Mao was very angry: "1 yuan."

"Young man, you just want to extort money, and before you become a professional, this counterfeit mobile phone costs 1 yuan. Are you afraid that the wind will flash your tongue?"

"I'm blackmailing you? I'm a fruit pie phone!"

Meng Shihan pushed Yang Song forward: "Fry yogurt for me quickly, I'll take care of this little thing."

"Okay, thank you Madam." Yang Song walked over and showed Ma Xiaoming the result of his payment.

"Brother Ma, you heard it too. My girlfriend wants to eat fried yogurt that I made myself. Can you do me a favor?" Yang Song said.

"Yes, yes, but I don't know if my yogurt cart is broken. It seems that it can't be fired." Ma Xiaoming was very embarrassed.

"It's okay, let me try." Yang Song was also an army pushing snack carts to set up stalls, and he knew how to operate these things.

After a little inspection, Yang Song found that the brother forgot to turn on the built-in switch.

Of course, someone may have quietly turned the switch off for him.

After some manipulations by Yang Song, the yogurt machine started.

Stir-fried vegetables need to be preheated, while fried yogurt needs to be pre-cooled.

Yang Song first closed his eyes and thought about it for a few seconds, then wiped his hands and started.

Fried yogurt is actually very simple.

It is to fry the yogurt on the yogurt machine, thaw it after frying, and then serve it.

Street vendors basically do this, and the taste is pretty much the same, it just depends on who is willing to work hard on the raw materials.

The fruits Ma Xiaoming bought are all good, and the yogurt is also a good brand.

It's just not good enough, if it was Yang Song, he would make his own yogurt ahead of time.

Now the conditions are not allowed, so we can only make do with it.

Yang Song first poured the yogurt onto the refrigerator and spread it out into a circle.

"So round!"

The circle laid out by Yang Song seems to use compasses, a standard visible to the naked eye.

Taking advantage of the few seconds while the yogurt was frozen, he quickly took out the red dragon fruit, quickly peeled it, sliced ​​it, and shredded it.

You also need to spare your hands to crush the bananas into puree, spread them evenly on the yogurt, stir evenly, and at the same time turn over the yogurt cake, and finally sprinkle the dragon fruit shreds on it, and press it gently with a shovel.

Stir-fried yogurt is as charming as red plums and white snow.

Finally, turn off the machine and break up the curdled yogurt.

The shovel was clumsy, but it was flexible like a fish in Yang Song's hands. The pieces of yogurt were evenly diamond-shaped, and each piece was just the right size for the mouth.

Yang Song packed the yogurt, put mint leaves on it, and put a fork on it.

"Honey, you can eat."

"OK, thanks."

Meng Shihan came forward happily, took the cup, and fed Yang Song the first mouthful: "Thank you."

"It's not hard." His girlfriend felt sorry for him, and Yang Song was in a good mood.

"The green hair is gone."

"The boy confessed that the mobile phone in his hand is not only a counterfeit, but also a second-hand one. I don't know where it came from. I gave him 500 yuan and left happily." Meng Shihan said.

As for how to explain?
The green hair was a little afraid of Yang Song, but turned into a beautiful woman and talked to him about compensation.

He thought that Yang Song was intimidated, but this beauty turned out to be a rouge tiger.

Meng Sihan just smashed a brick with his palm in front of him.

That's right, it was smashed.

"Sister, what are you thinking?" He thought he was robbed, and he didn't even want compensation, he just wanted to run away.

In the end, he could still get 500 yuan. Lumao was so excited. He only spent 300 yuan for the second-hand mobile phone.

"I taught him a few words, telling him not to pat him when he has nothing to do in the future, but to learn from the spirit of role models and be a good young man in the new era."

"really not bad!"

The two shared a portion of fried yogurt intimately, envious of the single and non-single people.

Single dog: This dog food is really good.

Couple party: Look at other people's boyfriends or girlfriends.

With Yang Song's demonstration, Ma Xiaoming finally understood what was going on.

"Thank you, brother!" Ma Xiaoming bowed excitedly to Yang Song.

Yang Song was taken aback: "Just thank you, there is no need to bow to me."

He was really afraid that another one would grab the hem of his clothes and cry.

"Okay, I won't bow, brother, you are really amazing, I have never seen anyone who can make fried yogurt so beautifully, and the taste is also good!"

Ma Xiaoming picked up some leftovers and ate them, and his knowledge of fried yogurt immediately improved several steps: "Brother, can you teach me how to stir-fry yogurt?"

Yang Song's face was full of black lines: "Why?"

What's so good about scrambled yogurt?

"Because your cooking is delicious, brother. I used to work in Ice and Snow World, which is the largest ice cream shop in Los Angeles. I think your cooking is much better than theirs."

So, he wants to learn.

"It's not that exaggerated, it's actually very simple." Yang Song explained.

But Ma Xiaoming insisted: "Please, brother, you teach me, I don't learn in vain, I do odd jobs for you, I know a lot of things, I can endure hardships, I will do whatever you ask me to do, as long as I don't violate the law .”

Yang Song hesitated: "Actually, you may not believe it. It's also the first time I fried yogurt today."

"I believe, that is the one-in-a-million genius, and I have to worship you as my teacher."

As Ma Xiaoming said, he actually knelt down.

"Oh, don't!" Yang Song went to stop him.

Bang Bang Bang, Ma Xiaoming has already kowtowed to Yang Song three times: "Master, please teach me how to fry yogurt."

Yang Song, who stretched his hand halfway, sighed: I knew I had to guard against these guys who bowed every now and then.

Being taken advantage of by cheap apprentices.

If it was someone else, Yang Song might turn around and leave, but this Ma Xiaoming reminded him of his former self.

There used to be a college student whose part-time job was cheated and there was only one gluten-baked stall.

The Ma Xiaoming in front of him is like him back then.

"Master, please teach me. I must study hard and work hard to sell yogurt. The school is still pressing me for teaching fees."

So pitiful.

Yang Song softened his heart and said, "Okay, I'll teach you."

"Thank you Master!"

Many years later, Yang Song regretted this night. Why did he lose his head at the beginning?

Ma Xiaoming is very smart, but his hands-on ability, especially the ability to stir-fry yogurt is basically zero, or even negative.

Yang Song could only demonstrate to him over and over again, teaching him by hand.

When Dazhi passed, Yang Song had already cooked nine pots of yogurt.

"Finally someone ordered the original flavor. This is the simplest. You can see clearly that frying yogurt is actually the same as cooking. Let me give you an example of frying eggs.

When frying eggs, the fire must not be too high, otherwise the eggs will be old or mushy when put in. You have to use a low fire, and the oil temperature should not be too high. You have to learn to grasp this temperature, also called timing, and figure out when to spread it Yogurt, when to turn it over, when to cut it into chunks..."

(End of this chapter)