Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 930 Moon Night Challenge

There are two things that must not be mentioned in front of a creature whose gender is female.

First, get fat.

Second, getting old.

Yang Song was able to have the heart of Meng Shihan, a beauty in the capital at a young age, and let the beauty willingly accompany him to stay in Los Angeles, being gentle and considerate for him, absolutely five stars in EQ.

"Xiaohan is stunningly beautiful, the most beautiful woman in heaven and earth, and a fairy descending to earth. I am always worried that one day she will return to the Heavenly Palace without saying a word. I have to let her eat more."

It was obviously nonsense, but Yang Song said it seriously.

Sure enough, Meng Shihan was very happy to be coaxed, and her eyebrows were beaming: "Afraid that I will fly?"

"Yes, I worry about it day and night." Yang Song covered his heart and said.

"Then I'll listen to you and eat more." Meng Shihan's red lips moved slightly, and she kissed Yang Song's face.

"babble--"

Chen Ming's people couldn't stand it anymore.

This world holds deep malice towards their single dogs.

Yang Song smiled quite accomplished: I am a man with a fiancee.

Because there is a fiancee, how can there be no emotional intelligence?

Pissing Beef Pills continued until the end of business hours at night, and Baifeng Pavilion was about to close for a rest.

Zhang Xincai finally walked in front of Yang Song: "I want to challenge you, I am the real owner of peeing cow balls!"

Secondary school painting style is everywhere.

"It's been so long, it's hard work." Yang Song has already heard about the situation of the meatball king.

Chen Ming's information is complete.

It's just that Zhang Xin, who came during the day, was very arrogant at first, but after waiting for eight hours, it was difficult for him to become arrogant again.

"How do you want to compare?" Yang Song said.

"Let's make a peeing beef ball each, and see who makes it delicious?" Zhang Xin said. "As a judge, I invited President Liu and two other vice presidents from the Los Angeles Food Association."

Yang Song really doesn't understand these three presidents.

Chen Ming quietly nodded to Yang Song.

These three presidents have a good reputation.

Yang Song said again: "My pissing beef balls use high broth, which needs to be boiled for at least six hours. Do you think I bring my own high soup, or take a bowl from the existing high soup? Let's just compare it to making pissing beef balls? "

If you start from scratch, you have to choose another date.

If it's just like making meatballs, Yang Song said: "You can start now."

"Right now, I'll invite the three presidents over here." Zhang Xin really couldn't wait, he was terrified.

Liu Haiyang, a member of the Los Angeles Food Association, is highly respected. He is 60 years old this year, with a strong body and natural black hair.

The two vice presidents are younger, and both are about 40 years old.

One is Wu Guizhang, who is very upright in speaking and doing things. He wears a Chinese tunic suit, giving him the feeling of a teaching director.

The other is Sun Shao'an, who looks more lively, with white skin, especially those ears, which look like dumplings, very lucky, and he prefers long gowns.

After meeting each other and clarifying the rules, Yang Song and Zhang Xin had a table for each other, and the challenge began.

It has already passed eleven o'clock, and the food street is still crowded with people.

"Do you think you are the only one who has broth?" Zhang Xin smiled dismissively, and took out three bowls of soup from the black jar.

The black enamel bottle, the broth contained in it is actually in a solidified state.

People who know how to do it can see it.

"This is an old soup. It has been boiled for at least one day and one night, and then solidified in the cold storage. Every bowl is the essence."

"Not to mention anything else, just these few bowls of old soup, Zhang Xin won a step ahead."

"Unfortunately, Zhang Xin is eager to make money, and he only cares about expanding the store, completely forgetting his duty of cooking."

"I've also been to the main restaurant of this meatball king, and I haven't seen the shadow of this old soup twice in a row."

"It's so difficult to make a pot of old soup. It requires people to watch it non-stop, and there can be no mistakes."

"The branch in the west city actually uses broth powder."

"Yang Song is a young man. I've heard people say it several times, and this is the first time I've seen it with my own eyes. How capable is he?"

"too young!"

Yang Song is already very famous in Los Angeles, but he is mainly active in the circle of young people.

The older cooks always think so when they hear about it.

"Which Internet celebrity is it again? It's all a show."

"It won't be long before the flutter."

I haven't seen it with my own eyes, and I don't trust the Internet celebrity group enough, so the Los Angeles Food Association failed to discover Yang Song, a bright star, in the first place.

But it's not too late.

From the moment Yang Song started beating the minced beef, Liu Haiyang and the others were shocked.

"This young man has solid basic skills!"

Chefs belong to Qinxing, what is Qinxing?

Speaking of breaking the sky, the word diligence is indispensable.

It is not that there have been geniuses in the culinary world.

Most geniuses are arrogant. What other people can do in three or two years, geniuses can do in a month or even a week.

This also creates the tragedy of genius.

In matters of cooking, there is no room for opportunism, even if some people rely on their talents to go smoothly at first.

The further you go to the back, the easier it is for the shortcomings of the geniuses to be reflected.

It was amazing at the beginning, but it couldn't reach the peak after that.

This is the tragedy of genius.

And a good chef has solid basic skills, which is the prerequisite for ultimate success.

"He looks like an old chef with at least 40 years of experience." Liu Haiyang was surprised.

Yang Song is really too skilled.

Everything on the kitchen table seemed to be directly listening to him.

"The beef paste was beaten well, gently and moderately, and the strength was not wasted at all. The beef paste that was hammered out seemed to have been accurately measured with a ruler."

"And shrimp putty, how on earth did he do it?"

"I can smell the sweetness of shrimp here."

"Look at his pot of clear soup!"

Liu Haiyang almost couldn't hold back and stood up directly.

Yang Song used the clear soup left over from the night.

There will be soup left today because he wants to make a new kind of pasta, which needs clear soup as the base.

And, uh huh.

Xiaosi's dinner had to be prepared again.

Yang Song cooked the peeing beef balls in an orderly manner, divided them into three bowls, and raised his right hand: "I'm done."

Bang!

Zhang Xin smashed the shrimp that was opening the thread in his hand: "How could you?"

The three porcelain bowls in front of Yang Song were emitting white smoke.

The clouds and mist are lingering, as if fairy spirit is added to the body.

"Why did this happen?" Zhang Xin asked himself. Although he did earn a lot of money, he hadn't cooked seriously in the past six months, but he had been cooking peeing beef balls for many years. In the past six months, he just played games with Xiaomi as he wanted.

I don't know how time will pass, he is no longer the king of meatballs.

"No! Don't take it, I haven't finished yet!" Zhang Xin shouted.

He forgot that before the start of the competition, it was still his own rule that whoever finishes first will immediately send it to the judges for tasting.

In the middle of the night, the judges rushed over, they must be hungry too, just in need of a bowl of hot peeing beef balls.

People who are hungry eat more delicious food.

Whoever makes it first will take advantage.

Zhang Xin thought he could do it first, but Yang Song did it first.

"Show face, you set the rules yourself." Meng Shijia shouted loudly.

Meng Shijia, the rich second generation who has always been cynical and playing around with the world, has discovered that he is actually a good person since he came to Baifeng Pavilion.

There are just too many bad guys out there.

As for the stupid things he did in the past, Young Master Meng blamed them on his ignorance.

Now that he is sensible, he is still a good boy with a sense of justice.

"When did I set the rules?" Zhang Xin wanted to renege.

This kind of shameless person doesn't need Yang Song to make a move at all.

Meng Shijia pressed a few times on the phone screen.

"I think before the game starts, we still need to make a rule, which one of us will do it first..."

It was Zhang Xin's voice, as well as the picture.

"Isn't this your twin brother?" Meng Shijia asked again.

Zhang Xin really wanted to admit it: "I seem to have a twin brother."

"Show face!" Chen Ming couldn't take it anymore: "You are clearly the only child, so it's really appropriate to discredit your own father like this?"

"The three judges are still here, don't treat everyone as fools, okay?"

The three judges looked up with their bowls in their hands, and first looked at the crowd: did something happen?
Looking at the moon in the sky and the clean bowl in his hand: "This is too delicious, why did you finish it?"

Finally, I came to a conclusion: "It's too little, how can I only give six?"

Yang Song said: "You guys will taste Chef Zhang's cooking later."

He'll have to give the judges something to eat.

Otherwise, Yang Song really made a big bowl for each of the judges.

Judges: "We can finish it."

(End of this chapter)