Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 909 This pot of soup is not good

"If the clear soup made by the chef of Baiwei tastes similar to my pot, then he must have made a mistake." Yang Song affirmed.

"Although I have stewed a soup that is not satisfactory, I know what is wrong with this pot of soup, and I know how to improve it. I know better what it should taste like when I cook it again."

Yang Song's attitude towards cooking has always been so strict and clear.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't know, once he knows, he will make this dish to the extent he wants.

No matter how the diners praised the deliciousness and deliciousness, he always insisted.

"It doesn't count if you say it's delicious, but it counts when I say it." Yang Song sang against the diners more than once.

Not to mention far, near.

"This candied haws is really delicious." Everyone who has eaten it said it was good.

"It's not good enough, it's not tasty enough to put on the menu." Yang Song didn't taste it, so he said it's not good.

"There's nothing wrong with it!"

"There's a big problem. That dish didn't even bring out half of its deliciousness. In fact, it was a failure." Yang Song was still stunned.

Zhao Xingxing, who has been thinking about it since noon, is very sad: Can I never eat every bit of it again?Can't eat it?

Yang Song said: "It's still possible to eat it. After all, now is the best time for loofah. I will practice more, but don't hold out too much hope. There are too many dishes that I want to practice recently."

This is the truth.

And the pissing cow balls right in front of you.

"We all feel that this is food from heaven, no, it is more delicious than food from heaven, why do you still think it is not good?"

"If it doesn't taste good, it just doesn't work, so it won't be on the menu. It's so simple." Yang Song's insistence made people want to beat him up, and the diners wanted to complain about the food that Yang Song denied.

Just like now, Zhao Xingxing held the bowl and yelled at Peeing Niu Wan: "I'm sorry for you, you are so delicious!"

"The chef who made you looks down on you!"

"Why does he look down on you? Why? Just rely on him to make you out?"

Jansson is well qualified.

Chen Ming looked at Yang Song with sorrowful eyes.

Even Shen Huaizhao looked at him with the resentment of being deceived by a scumbag.

"Xiaohan, say something." Yang Song couldn't bear it.

What do they all want to do?

What the hell did he do?

"Honey, I'm also wronged for clear soup." Meng Shihan didn't want to put down the bowl either.

"Wow, woof, woof!" Xiao Si also joined in the fun outside the door.

Yang Song laughed angrily: "Well, I'll make another pot of soup tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow we'll put the peeing beef balls on the menu. Can you talk about it after you eat it then?"

Say it all with facts.

Yang Song created delicious food countless times, which made people feel shocked. He couldn't help shouting at the blue sky: "It's really delicious!"

After that, it was Yang Song again, who personally made those delicacies even more delicious.

That's how he created myths and then broke them with his own hands to create even more legendary myths.

Originally, everyone should get used to Yang Song like this.

But, who made everyone mortal?

It is already remarkable that an ordinary person can create a myth in his whole life.

Yang Song seems to have turned the myth into a daily life.

On the menu of Baifeng Pavilion, everyone who has eaten those delicacies can say: no one cooks better than Brother Song!
This is a fact.

Some people are more confident: "This dish is already delicious to the extreme, even if the gods come down to earth, the taste will be like this."

Yang Song doesn't think so, he can make the ultimate delicacy that ordinary people think is even more extreme.

"There is no most delicious, only more delicious."

Zhao Xingxing licked his bowl, and wanted to lick the pot: "I think the current peeing beef balls are the most delicious peeing beef balls."

Chen Ming raised his hand: "Add one."

Meng Shijia: "Add one."

……

All plus one.

Everyone had a hard time with Yang Song because of Yang Song's peeing beef balls.

Yang Song was speechless, and could only use his trump card: "It's getting late, pack up quickly, go to bed early, and open the shop tomorrow."

"Brother-in-law, tomorrow morning, how about we still eat peeing beef balls?" Meng Shijia found that there was still some clear soup left.

The remaining clear soup is limited. Although it cannot be sold, it can be used as breakfast for several of their internal employees.

"I can't eat it." Yang Song said: "The clear soup is not good, the heat is not enough."

"Then what are you going to do with the remaining broth?" Chen Ming asked cautiously. "You can't throw it away, can you?"

Yang Song said: "It seems too wasteful to throw it away."

Everyone nodded wildly: It's just right for them to eat.

Yang Song said again: "I can only wrong Xiaosi and eat noodles in high soup."

clack clack...

The hearts of several people were broken all over the ground, and when the summer night wind blows, the sky is full of sad rain.

"Okay, don't be sad, tomorrow morning, I will cook small wontons for you." Yang Song comforted.

"Brother Song, I think Xiao Si doesn't like noodles, you can give them to me." Chen Ming fully demonstrated the greedy face and sinister heart of a capitalist at this time.

"Woof woof..." Xiao Si was not happy.

"Brother-in-law, you are my own brother-in-law. I guarantee that on the day you and my sister get married, you will be able to enter the door smoothly, and there will be absolutely no obstruction. I will stand at the door and say welcome to you."

"Boss, I can help you and Sister Han take care of the baby in the future." Shen Huaizhao said.

Zhao Xingxing looked around and said, "I will pack a big red envelope, and I guarantee that my wedding gift must be the thickest."

Whether the relationship is iron or not, it all depends on whether the gift money is thick or not.

The local tyrants are going to bleed. According to the convention, there should be flowers, applause and cheers here.

Zhao Xingfu found out that it was not.

No one responded.

It's not that there is no reaction, but that there is no cold at all.

"What's going on?" Zhao Xingfu couldn't understand it. He used to say that he would pack a big red envelope, but the other party didn't react like that?

Shen Huaizhao sighed: "I am the poorest person here, and I don't think your proposal is very attractive."

"Sister Huaizhao, I am the poorest one." Meng Shijia pointed to the menu, focusing on the price of the dishes: "Look clearly, is my brother-in-law short of money?"

Chen Ming was the most unhappy: "I will make your red envelope thicker than mine? Who do you look down on?"

He is also someone who has a dad.

Zhao Xingxing stretched out his hands, rubbed his face, and put it into his trouser pocket: "I made a mistake. I will wash the dishes later, and I will apologize to everyone."

Yang Song smiled lightly: "No, don't take it to heart."

They all understand that Zhao Xingfu expresses his sincerity by giving red envelopes.

Meng Shijia pointed to himself: "I am the one who washes the dishes, don't take my job."

He is now a happy dishwasher in Baifengge.

Although Yang Song has a lot of black technology here, and washing dishes is very simple, it does not prevent Meng Shijia from falling in love with washing dishes.

Only by washing dishes here can he eat delicious food.

Especially those delicacies that don't exist on the menu.

He can still have a good relationship with his future brother-in-law. Although Meng Shijia is a dandy, his intuition is very keen: "Follow your brother-in-law, there will be good days in the future!"

(End of this chapter)