Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 920 What the hell is it

"Sister Han, if we do this, will the boss be angry if he finds out?" Shen Huaizhao was a little worried.

Although they didn't plan to tell Yang Song, what if there was a leak?

Yang Song is a person who wants to become a master. He concentrates on cooking. He is generous and has a superior demeanor.

Meng Shihan: "I am the little woman behind a successful man. If Yang Song wants to be magnanimous, let him be magnanimous. I will be narrow-minded. No one can bully my man!"

Whose little girl speaks so murderously.

"Perfect match!" Chen Ming gave a thumbs up.

"Support my beloved sister."

"Sister Han is amazing!"

Yang Song really didn't know, he was still working on the broth, and every day he had a pot of clear soup suitable for peeing beef balls.

In fact, it has been very successful, but he is still not satisfied.

"I want to make this pot of soup taste better than ever before!"

The diners who came to Baifeng Pavilion for dinner these days were happy and miserable.

Yang Song reserved a special place in the kitchen to hang the broth, and the aroma of the broth wafted in the air finely and densely.

When people smell it, they can't help but salivate.

"I feel like I'm in heaven when I eat with such a broth."

"I want to live here."

"What the hell is Brother Song cooking? Why is it so fragrant?"

"Isn't the point about such delicious food, when will it be on the menu?"

The diners were all crying. Yang Song was already standing firmly in the kitchen, staring at his soup calmly.

One day passed, and everyone endured it.

Two days have passed, and everyone is still enduring it.

After three, four, five or six days, the diners couldn't stand it anymore.

"It's getting more and more fragrant!"

"Every time I finish eating, I can't bear to leave."

"When I left the store, my stomach growled."

"Believe it or not I drowned myself in my own spit?"

The diners recommended ****, this **** was still wearing formal clothes, and when the business hours were over, they said to Shen Huaizhao: "This is our commission certificate."

The decree, two feet wide, spread out to a full six meters, with many names signed and red handprints on it.

"On behalf of the three thousand 690 new and old diners of Baifeng Pavilion, we solemnly apply to Baifeng Pavilion."

"What the hell is Brother Song cooking?"

"When will the menu be arranged?"

"Need an appointment?"

"How to make an appointment?"

They are just hungry and want to eat.

Being so solemn, Shen Huaizhao was startled, she thought something happened.

What else can diners think?
They just want to eat.

Yang Song is making a clear soup, which is specially made for the loose urine beef balls.

When is clear soup successful and when is peeing beef balls served.

Shen Huaizhao didn't know what kind of clear soup Yang Song was going to make.

She couldn't answer diners' questions.

"I'll ask."

Yang Song is so obsessed with high soup, this pot of soup is the only one in his world.

What is the state of the beef bones in the soup?When should seafood be cooked?
In what state can this pot of ingredients be more perfectly blended together?
The taste should be distinct, but also harmonious and unified, and it should stimulate the deliciousness of the peeing beef ball to the greatest extent.

The soup had to be delicious, but not overpower the pissing beef balls.

While Yang Song was drinking the broth, he was also working hard on peeing beef balls.

Meng Shihan stood at the door of the kitchen and looked at Yang Song, who was still concentrating on cooking the soup.

Five minutes later, Meng Shihan went out to meet ****.

They are very familiar with each other, easy to talk to.

"I can only tell you that Yang Song is still working on it, but he hasn't succeeded yet. When he's done working on it, this dish will be on the menu. He hasn't spoken much for almost ten days, so it's not appropriate to disturb him now." Meng Shihan road.

Yang Song is currently cooking normally except for business hours, but at other times, he is very crazy.

"Like another form of retreat."

The representatives understood it, and went back to announce the news to the large group of Yang Jiajun.

"Brother Song is in seclusion. He is studying hard on the mountain of food, waiting to give us delicious food. Don't disturb Brother Song, please bear with it."

Such a miraculous explanation is too mysterious.

It sounds like a man and a woman saying: "I'm going back to the Gamma galaxy. The spaceship will pick me up again in the next era. At that time, we will be together again."

Who would believe it?

Yang Jiajun believed it.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo."

"For us, Brother Song is not easy."

"Block your noses, everyone, and bear with it."

Smelling the aroma of clear soup, everyone's saliva couldn't stop.

However, do not smell?

That is impossible.

"If you can't eat it, why don't you let it smell?"

"How is that possible?"

The diners continued to smell the fragrance, feeling pain and joy.

"On the bright side, we'll have this one day."

"I'm really curious, is Brother Song cooking a big dish like the Man-Han Banquet?"

"I don't think so. This must be a more delicious dish than the Man Han Banquet."

"Although you haven't eaten the Manchu Banquet, have you?"

"Brother Song will let us eat it sooner or later."

The diners have so much confidence in Yang Song.

Yang Song did not disappoint them either.

Finally, on an ordinary midsummer night, Yang Song showed a satisfied smile to the soup pot.

"We can have pee beef balls tonight."

It was really an ordinary night.

The people in Baifeng Pavilion have been eating boiled noodles in high soup for several days.

Although the taste is good, it is not peeing beef balls.

The most important thing is that Yang Song did not cook the noodles in high soup.

Compared with the diners, the people in Baifeng Pavilion were more difficult to endure. They lived in the fragrance of clear soup from morning to night, and they also knew that Yang Song was preparing to pee the beef balls.

Just can't eat it.

Now, it's finally here.

Yang Song made the pissing beef balls as quickly as possible, and then cooked them in the pot.

One small casserole per person.

With excited hearts and trembling hands, Meng Shihan and the others didn't even dare to open the lid.

"The pissing beef ball that I researched, eating it hot, and eating it cold is a completely different feeling."

Chen Ming was the first to lift the lid, saw the dense pissing cow balls inside, and smiled with satisfaction.

"Luckily not five."

The enamel spoon reaches for the ball, and when you touch it, the ball actually bounces off.

"How dare you play like that?"

Chen Ming couldn't help but flick it again, the ball became more lively.

"It seems to be more elastic than before, and the skin is smoother."

I couldn't help but dig one and put it in my mouth.One bite.

Burst juice, more like burst pulp!
It used to be fireworks, but now it is the fireworks show of the century.

The most authentic aroma of beef and the freshness and sweetness of peeing shrimp have been sublimated to the greatest extent.

"I used to eat fake beef, fake shrimp, and fake meatballs!"

The most amazing thing is that the pissing beef balls are obviously very hot, but when bitten through, the filling inside bursts with juice and does not burn the tongue.

"How did you do it?"

"I could even feel the shrimp come alive in my mouth."

(End of this chapter)