Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 923 An Old Chinese Doctor

Yang Song cooked a pot of urinating beef balls, starting from beating the minced beef, making them into balls, and finally cooking them in the pot. The whole process took less than half an hour.

The whole process is dizzying.

Each pot can accommodate 100 people for dinner, which can be said to be fast.

As a chef, Yang Song managed to develop the hand speed of a code farmer.

Waiting for customers at a time is no more than half an hour at most.

It only takes two to 10 minutes each time to the back.

Yang Song boiled the meatballs, told Meng Shihan to watch the pot, and he started a new round of beating the beef.

His nose is so strong that he can accurately smell the smell of peeing beef balls wafting out of the pot.

It is best to beat the beef in one go.

It doesn't take that long to cook the meatballs, so Yang Song can only speed up.

The speed of the hammering increased, and the sense of rhythm became stronger.

Someone in the line even started swaying to the beat!
"I didn't expect to be able to experience a live concert while waiting to eat Songge's food."

Waiting is by no means alone.

After Yang Song speeded up, it only took 10 minutes for each pot of peeing beef balls.

He was so busy that he didn't even have time to wipe his sweat, Meng Shihan could only take the time to help him wipe his sweat.

After three more pots were cooked, Meng Shihan grabbed Yang Song and said, "Wash your face and rest for a while."

It's still my daughter-in-law who loves the man.

It was summer, and Yang Song was sweating a lot, no matter how much Meng Shihan wiped him, Yang Song's face was still red with sweat.

He needs to cool down.

The diners waiting in line were distressed.

"Brother Song, you can rest for a while, we are not in a hurry to eat."

"The body is important."

"Take care, Brother Song."

All of them missed the morning meal and were reluctant to leave, so they queued up for lunch.

At this moment, more than half of the business hours at noon have passed, but Yang Song hasn't stopped since morning.

It stands to reason that Yang Song should have time to rest before noon after the morning business hours.

actually not.

After finishing the business in the morning, Yang Song immediately drank the broth again.

The number of diners was so overwhelming that the soup prepared in advance could only last until noon.

In order to allow diners to eat peeing beef balls at night, Yang Song made a new broth and opened for lunch earlier.

Up to now, he has received more than 1000 diners, and there are two more pots, which is two thousand.

"Brother Song, rest, we are really in no hurry to eat."

Yang Song frowned: "The business hours are not over yet."

He refused to stop, but obediently went to wash his face and ran back.

Meng Shihan couldn't persuade her, so Yang Song cooked two more pots, and the business hours at noon ended.

There was an old man in cotton and linen Tang suit who was waiting for Yang Song.

"Brother Song—"

Yang Song's face collapsed: Your oldest and youngest are sixty-two, call him Brother Song, he can't handle it.

"Don't dare, what do you order?"

This old man's hair is almost gray, but he looks very powerful and energetic.

"Brother Song."

Second time.

Yang Song hurriedly waved his hand: "Please tell me if you have anything to do. Don't call me that."

The old man is also a frequent customer in the store, so old, Yang Song didn't intend to let others call him brother.

"This is a respectful title. Brother Song, you are a person with great ability. I respect you regardless of your age." He paused and said, "My name is Lu Yonghe. I am a Chinese medicine practitioner and I know some massage techniques."

Yang Song nodded and called Dr. Lu.

Lu Yonghe continued: "You are tired and your muscles are tense. If you relax later, you will definitely feel uncomfortable. I want to give you a massage and massage to make you more comfortable, so as not to leave the root cause of the disease in the future."

Long hours of high-intensity work are the source of occupational diseases.

It's just that Yang Song didn't expect: "You have been waiting all this time just to give me a massage?"

Lu Yonghe had been waiting for at least an hour.

"You are a good cook." Lu Yonghe's reason was as simple as that.

"I'm in good health, just rest for a while." Yang Song felt embarrassed and didn't plan to work hard for the old man.

"Brother Song, how many years do you plan to cook in the future?"

Yang Song really didn't think about this question: "I will cook for a lifetime, I like cooking very much."

To live and cook until old is Yang Song's pursuit.

"Then I have to give you a massage." Lu Yonghe said: "The body needs maintenance very much. If you don't love it, it won't love you."

Yang Song also felt that massage is not impossible, but diners suddenly came to give him a massage.

too suddenly.

"Brother Song, listen to me telling you that occupational disease is a nightmare that everyone cannot escape. Frozen shoulder, cervical spondylosis, varicose veins, wrist ganglion cyst, etc. are very complicated, and this occupational disease is getting younger and younger. Hua, Brother Song, you are so young and you work so hard, you have to take precautions in advance."

Lu Yonghe is indeed a professional, and he talked endlessly: "For example, Brother Song, you made so many peeing cow balls today, which will put a lot of pressure on your diligence, cervical spine and wrist. If you don't unblock and relax in time, Accumulated, it is a stubborn disease, the so-called disease comes like a mountain..."

Yang Song admits defeat: "Thank you for giving me a massage."

"Okay!" Lu Yonghe achieved his goal, with a smile on his face, and he couldn't help bragging: "Brother Song, I'm not bragging. In Los Angeles, there is no one with better massage skills than me. I am a professional Chinese medicine practitioner with solid theoretical knowledge and practice medicine." Over the years, my experience is even richer, coupled with my good health and strength, in the massage industry, my reputation is very good, I say second, no one dares to recognize the first."

It was the first time for Yang Song to meet such a talkative old Chinese doctor.

Meng Shihan was a little worried at first, but this old man is really good at talking.

When she noticed Yang Song's helpless eyes, she found it interesting again.

Lu Yonghe pressed Yang Song with his hands, the acupuncture points were accurate, the technique was proficient, and the force was moderate.

profession.

Meng Shihan's heart was relieved.

Yang Song also found it quite miraculous, the old man's kneading technique was really peculiar, and he couldn't help but relax.

Yang Song, who had never had a massage before, didn't understand: "Aren't some people crying like ghosts when they massage?"

Why is he so comfortable?

"Brother Song, you can't use too much force for your first massage." Lu Yonghe said, "I'll loosen your muscles and bones first, otherwise, if you use too much force, your skin will be sore, and you won't be able to use any force later."

Two hours later, Yang Song still had to cook.

He is a workaholic.

"Thank you for your thoughtfulness." Meng Shihan said moved.

Yang Song is very busy every day. Although she can order massage techniques, she is still not as good as an old Chinese doctor.

"Brother Song, your muscles are too stiff and need to be recuperated. From now on, I will give you a massage every three days." Lu Yonghe said: "Next time, I have to bring my medical kit and give you a few needles." .”

"Don't be so troublesome, where are you seeing the doctor?" Yang Song didn't plan to ask the old man to come to serve him again and again.

"What kind of trouble is this? I pressed it after eating." Lu Yonghe said again: "I still have to use medicinal oil, which I prepared myself. Next time, I will bring it over and give it to you Moxibustion, and you sleep well, the body will be more relaxed."

(End of this chapter)