Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 912 Whimsical
What are you talking about?
Kazuo Nozawa wanted to see Yang Song: "Say hello to the people from the Food Association in Huaxia, and find a way to get that Yang Song to visit He Guo. I want to see him with my own eyes."

Nozawa Kaito disagreed: "Father, you don't need to meet such a small man, he is as ordinary as straw."

"I'm just a lover of talents."

"You're just too lenient."

……

It seems that it is an honor for Yang Song to be able to come and go at their beck and call.

Across thousands of mountains and rivers, Yang Song didn't even sneeze. This night, because he was too tired, he slept very soundly.

When he woke up in the morning, Yang Song wanted to stay in bed for the first time.

This is the rare laziness he experienced when he embarked on the road of becoming a chef.

But in the end, Yang Song just rubbed on the pillow twice and got up.

"Today's me is still amazing!"

"Every day is a day to admire yourself, come on!"

"I'm a man who wants to be a chef."

Yang Song gave himself a bloodbath, changed his clothes and went out for a run.

He runs a different route every week.

Different routes have different breakfasts.

The diners at Baifengge didn't know that their Brother Song was quietly eating all over the breakfast stalls in Los Angeles behind their backs.

When looking at a city’s food culture, it depends on whether its breakfast has many varieties and tastes good.

In the small city of Los Angeles, if you don't run around, Yang Song really doesn't know that there are delicacies from all over the world.

Yang Song has eaten a lot of foreign food.

If it is really a foreign delicacy, it is not quite right.

It's like beef noodles, there is really a Shaanxi NPC that sells beef noodles in the morning.

Yang Song has been used to eating lighter and simpler breakfast since he was a child.

In Los Angeles, no one knows how many migrant workers have a bun and an egg for breakfast in the morning, and they are so busy that they don’t even bother to buy a cup of porridge.

Yang Song, who got up early enough, cheered himself up and walked into the beef noodle shop. He not only ate a bowl of beef noodles, but also ate a roujiamo.

The marinade of the meat clip mo is very good, the sauce is charming, and chopped onion and green pepper are mixed in, and coriander is also sprinkled. It is very enjoyable to match with beef noodles.

Yang Song went for three days in a row, and also tried steamed buns with beef.

Jiujiuliu, who ate beef noodles with him, was a middle-aged man. Although he had a beer belly and his hair counted, his face was clean, and he didn't look depressed at all.

He was even a little happy: "I was busy all day yesterday, and I will be busy again later today. I can eat such delicious beef noodles and meat buns, and I will have a cup of rock sugar chrysanthemum tea later. I will definitely get off work early tonight." .”

The hope of ordinary people is to get off work early every day.

"My son is on vacation, so I have to hurry up to spend time with him, or he will go to summer classes in two days."

Adults are busy, and so are children.

"It's hard work, but it's okay." Jiujiuliu said, "Eat well, work hard, and the family is fine too."

Ninety-six is ​​the most common representative of migrant workers at the moment. They only wear the most dirt-resistant black or dark blue clothes. They don’t pay attention to the fabrics. They only need to be loose and comfortable.

They don't need to have their hair done, or even styled if it's not necessary.

Just enjoy the most pyrotechnic happiness.

Yang Song, who has a series of zero net worth, feels very kind when he hears about these trivial lives.

Back then, he was spinning around.

Either in class or part-time job, what I want most every day is a dream that I can sleep until I wake up naturally.

Yang Song had a hard time at the beginning, but now that he thinks about it, he doesn't feel hard, but admires himself at that time.

"Everything will be fine."

"That's right, that's the truth." Jiujiuliu swallowed the last sip of noodle soup, took his own chrysanthemum herbal tea, and smiled at Yang Song: "Young man, you are very good, you have to have a good breakfast every day."

"Okay, I remember." Yang Song said with a smile.

Jiu Jiu Liu said and left, and hurried away.

They don't need to know each other, and they don't need to know each other's name. There is a high probability that they will never meet again in the future.

Yang Song was in a good mood.

This kind of intersection between strangers is actually very beautiful, so there is no need to say extra words.

This morning, Yang Song planned to eat egg dumplings.

Egg dumplings are easy to understand. They are made of eggs and filled with fillings, another kind of dumpling.

Cooked, or steamed, fried, golden, the egg skin is soft and tender, with the unique aroma of eggs, and it is very delicious when paired with meat fillings.

Egg dumplings are a delicacy that makes people feel soft from the inside.

This small shop that sells egg dumplings has a very small shop, and there are only three tables. When customers come in, they make a kind of small bench and eat together.

Everyone eats a bowl of white rice porridge or a bowl of millet porridge, just the golden egg dumplings.

The egg dumplings in this store only have one kind of filling, which is pork and eggs, and most of them are green onions, ginger and garlic.

The shop is small, but clean and tastes better.

Yang Song asked for six egg dumplings and ate them happily, and also drank the white rice porridge that came with them.

He had eaten almost enough, but still wanted six more.

"Forget it, you can't eat too much in the morning, you will easily get sleepy." Before Yang Song left, he was still in the old habit, and packed a copy for his wife to take home.

He brought nine to Meng Shihan.

That's right, Yang Song planned to let Meng Shihan eat more.

"Losing weight every day, what's so good about losing weight?" Yang Song muttered, "What's so good about being too thin? It affects the feel of the hand."

Yang Song planned to make Meng Shihan plump.

"It's just that breakfast is not enough. I have to find a way to get Xiaohan to eat extra meals in the future."

Meng Shihan has a very standard model figure, figure management, Ms. Meng is going towards S shape.

Beautiful is beautiful, especially the small waist is like a willow, quite charming.

Yang Song hugged his daughter-in-law's small waist, feeling a little distressed, and wanted to make up for Meng Shihan.

It's just that Meng Shihan just can't get fat, her self-control is very strong.

"Increase the amount of food you eat, add two more meals a day, I don't believe you can't grow meat." Yang Song wants a daughter-in-law who doesn't feel distressed when hugged.

Carrying the egg dumplings back, Meng Shihan came out early to pick him up.

She didn't get up earlier than Yang Song, and she had also exercised and taken a bath.

The living habits of the two of them are very stable.

Yang Song did morning exercises first, and after eating, he brought Meng Shihan a copy.

Meng Shihan was eating breakfast, Yang Song immediately went to take a shower, and then went downstairs, it was time to prepare breakfast.

"Make egg dumplings today." Yang Song wanted to make egg dumplings yesterday, and the fillings were marinated before taking a bath.

Egg dumplings are actually egg-packed meat.

This process is actually very exhausting, and it is not easy to make every egg dumpling.

It requires a good feel and a precise grasp of the heat.

Sprinkle oil in the small pot, spread it evenly, form a circle, pour in an appropriate amount of egg liquid, then shake the pot surface, let the egg liquid be heated evenly, then put the meat stuffing in, and then use the solidified egg skin Wrap the filling, then turn over the sides to form the egg dumplings.

The first processing procedure is completed.

Simple as it sounds, it sounds simpler.

(End of this chapter)