Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 932
"Little brother, are you hungry?" Zhang Xin rolled his eyes a few times quickly, and immediately cooked a bowl with the remaining peeing beef balls, and personally brought it to Meng Shijia: "Come, eat something."

Meng Shijia obviously didn't get enough sleep and his mind was not online, but he actually took it.

Although his mind was not online yet, Meng Shijia knocked the balls with a spoon due to inertia.

This is the common hobby of diners who have eaten peeing beef balls in Baifengge.

"Such bomb peeing cow balls are so cute, I can't help but say hello to them."

The way to say hello is to poke it with a spoon and watch the meatball jump away round and round.

Very cute.

"It tastes good just by looking at it."

The bowl of meatballs didn't jump today, Meng Shijia poked another one unwillingly, but it still didn't jump.

Zhang Xin looked dumbfounded: "You are eating, what are you doing?"

Meng Shijia blinked, held the bowl, and persistently poked the third ball.

Still no jump.

He went to poke the fourth, and the fifth, and poked all the balls in the bowl, and none of the balls was as big as the little jumping frog on the lotus leaf jumping into the water.

"Brother-in-law, has your cooking skills declined?"

Meng Shijia put a ball into his mouth in disgust, bit it open, then widened his eyes, and took a few more bites.

"Why don't you burst the juice?"

"What about the bang?"

"What about the constant bursting of juice?"

"Why didn't the prawn come alive and dance mischievously on the tip of my tongue?"

"It's just dead shrimp in my mouth."

Meng Shijia couldn't help but took a sip of the soup, wanting to wash down the balls in his mouth, he really didn't want to chew.

puff--

After taking a sip of soup, Meng Shijia sprayed: "What kind of rubbish is this? Is it for people to eat?"

"Sister, my brother-in-law doesn't know which trash can I picked up the meatballs for me to eat!"

Meng Shijia complained to her sister again.

Chen Ming was woken up, and took a look: "Are you sleepy? This is not done by Brother Song at all. How could he do this kind of rubbish?"

For Yang Song's cooking skills, Chen Ming is 1 rest assured.

"First of all, let me say that this soup is really sticky. It doesn't go well with peeing beef balls. Brother Song said before that the soup with peeing beef balls must be fragrant and clear. The taste of the soup can be delicious, but it must not take away the taste of peeing beef balls. The limelight, now this is disgusting." Chen Ming, as a rich second generation who had struggled, spoke more forcefully than Meng Shijia.

"And this meatball." Chen Ming couldn't bear to look straight at it: "The skin of this meatball is so rough, it's not Songge's handicraft at all. The skin of Songge's pissing beef ball is very smooth and flat, and with the blessing of clear soup, the whole meatball has a smooth texture. With a holy light, how can this ugly thing compare?"

Zhang Xin petrified.

He was originally holding this bowl of peeing beef balls, and when Yang Song's brother-in-law just woke up and his mind was not clear, he let him eat it in a daze, and then guided him to say something delicious.

Yang Song's face was beaten to pieces by Zhang Xin.

Did not expect, really did not expect.

What does it mean to steal the chicken but not lose the rice?

That's it.

Meng Shijia woke up, and found that Zhang Xin was standing in front of him: "So it was you, who made such a bad bowl of food to fool your grandfather, isn't it?"

Meng Shijia, whose tongue was completely teased by Yang Song, couldn't wait to find a bottle of mineral water to rinse his mouth.

"You were arranged by Yang Song to smash my brand on purpose, don't think I don't know."

The more Zhang Xin thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case.

"I am the king of meatballs in Los Angeles, do you understand that I am the king?"

Meng Shijia pushed Zhang Xin away: "Turn your face away, you're so ugly, aren't you afraid I'll have nightmares at night?"

He just didn't accept the move.

Yang Song couldn't help yawning: "Three judges, can you decide the winner as soon as possible? It's early in the morning, and I have to open the shop tomorrow."

"Do you think you can still open a restaurant?" Zhang Xin ran back and said to Yang Song, "You will be my defeat, and you will never be able to open a restaurant and cook again!"

This guy can't always remember the bets.

"What are you arguing about? Now score." Liu Haiyang stood up and called Zhang Xin to stop: "Don't add drama to yourself. In this competition, I will tell you clearly that Yang Song's pissing beef balls are delicate and strong enough. The prawns are sweet and juicy, the clear soup is delicious enough, and the peeing beef balls complement each other, and Yang Song’s peeing beef balls are perfect peeing beef balls, so I give him [-] points.”

Wu Guizhang said: "What the president said is what I want to say, Yang Song is very good."

Sun Shaoan was also sleepy, with a stiff smile on his face: "To be honest, peeing beef balls originated in the Shunzhi period of the Qing Dynasty and have been handed down for more than 200 years. I personally love peeing beef balls. I have eaten them for half my life. Yang Song’s is the best peeing beef ball I’ve ever tasted, other’s peeing beef balls can’t compare with his, Yang Song is very good.”

This operation greatly exceeded Zhang Xin's expectations.

Ten is a perfect score, and Yang Song is a perfect score, so he must also be a perfect score.

Zhang Xin said: "Could it be that we are tied?"

He waited so hard for so long, did so many things, and was overwhelmed by the popularity of Baifeng Pavilion, but it was just a tie!
"I shouldn't have asked someone from the Food Association to be a referee, I only know how to make a mess!"

Zhang Xin ran to the judges angrily: "I don't believe that little boy can cook as delicious as my pissing beef balls. I don't accept a tie, I have to decide who is better!"

He slapped the judges' table with a slap: "Please re-evaluate and tell us directly who is the real winner."

Liu Haiyang glanced at him mockingly and said: "Zhang Xin, your pissing beef balls are not delicate enough, not strong enough, the shrimp meat is not sweet enough, it is not juicy at all, the old soup is too thick, not delicious enough, there is no way You can achieve mutual success with the peeing cow ball, your peeing cow ball is not worthy of being called a peeing cow ball, do you still want to hear my rating for you now?"

Similar comments, but completely negative.

Zhang Xin was dumbfounded.

Wu Guizhang also said: "What the president said is what I want to say, and I will give you a score of six."

Sun Shaoan sneered: "Both the president and Lao Wu are trying to save face for you. If you ask me, your peeing beef balls are not worthy of being compared with Yang Song's. I don't know where you got the confidence to compete with others. I will give you three point."

Zhang Xin went crazy: "Impossible, it's absolutely impossible! I won't lose, you three must have been bribed by Bei Yangsong in advance!"

"I have been making meatballs for more than ten years. This Yang Song was a kid who peed and played with mud more than ten years ago. Why do you judge him to win?"

Liu Haiyang stood up to uphold justice: "Culinary skills are not judged by age. As for the three of us, Boss Zhang was invited by you. We have never met this Chef Yang before."

Wu Guizhang said with emotion: "We still have to thank Boss Zhang, otherwise we will miss Chef Yang."

Sun Shao'an said: "I can't miss it, Chef Yang is gold, he will shine sooner or later, let everyone see his light."

(End of this chapter)