Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 937 Thirteen Times Are a Curse
Yang Song actually made a pissing cow ball that can be used as a ping-pong ball, which is too shocking.

Zhou Yuanqi saw the webcast and was so angry that he smashed everything in the house.

"Yang Song! Yang Song! Why can't I kill you?"

Every time he tried to count Yang Song, he failed again and again.

After repeated defeats and repeated defeats, and still not giving up, Zhou Yuanqi's perseverance is amazing, but he just doesn't do serious things.

Lisa was admiring the manicure just finished, and stared at Yang Song on the screen in a nympho: "My little brother looks so good-looking!"

Kazuo Nozawa and his son and grandson saw it.

One mouth grew bigger than the other, they were so shocked.

"Is he still human?"

"Can meatballs really be played like ping pong balls?"

"It's nothing short of a miracle."

"Are all Huaxia's chefs so young and powerful?"

Kazuo Nozawa ran to the kitchen again and got into a fight with Pissing Beefball.

It was another night, and Kazuo Nozawa looked at the table full of broken meatballs.

"Why can't it become a ping-pong ball?"

"Why can't I do it?"

"Why did I fail again?"

Since watching Yang Song's video, Kazuo Nozawa found that he still has a long way to go on the road of cooking.

He hasn't stood on the top of the mountain yet.

He couldn't even cook the dishes that Yang Song made.

It hits people too much.

"Prepare a serious culinary art exchange event, find a way to invite this chef Yang Song, we must understand Wensi tofu and peeing beef balls."

"What Huaxia Chef can do, we must also be able to do it!"

"Arrange now!"

"The honor of the Nozawa family cannot be threatened."

A group of secondary illnesses.

"Also, keep an eye on this Yang Song, and let me know if he has a new dish!" Kazuo Nozawa took a deep breath.

"I don't believe it, I can't make his third dish either!"

Nozawa Soraaki took out his mobile phone: "Grandpa, he has released another kind of pasta, which is amazing."

The video is played.

It's still the entrance of Baifeng Pavilion, the familiar table case, the familiar Yang Song.

He was kneading dough, a big ball like a hill.

Today is the day when Yang Song launched Yangchun noodles, fish soup noodles, green pepper pork shredded noodles.

Early morning in summer is definitely the most comfortable moment of the day.

The plan of the day is in the morning.

Yang Song reconciled the noodles, and began to button the noodles, raising the skillful light buttons with both hands, once and again.

"One, two, three, four... eleven, twelve, thirteen!"

Kazuo Nozawa went crazy: "Why can he deduct thirteen times? Why thirteen times? Thirteen times!"

Nozawa Kaito and Nozawa Soraaki also had dull expressions on their faces.

The Nozawa family is not He Guo's chef who is good at making pasta.

He Guo's pastry master is Ashikaga Kenjiro.

Ashikaga Kenjiro's best score is eleven times.

In everything, the further you go to the back, the more you will reach the peak, even if it is one more time, it will be an immeasurable difficulty.

"Call, call Ashikaga Kenjiro!" Kazuo Nozawa grabbed his grandson's cell phone and called.

"Soraki, why are you looking for Uncle?" Ashikaga Kenjiro is a very proud genius, he is very arrogant to many people, but he has a good look at Nozawa Soraaki who is like his nephew. "Could it be that your grandpa is being strict with you again? He's getting old, so he's got a bad temper. You just need to avoid him, don't..."

"Kenjiro!" Kazuo Nozawa interrupted him, about to speak.

Ashikaga Kenjiro, who was caught face to face, not only did not feel embarrassed at all, but turned angry: "Old Nozawa, you actually stole your grandson's mobile phone, you are too much, children also want privacy, you have to learn to respect them, hurry up!" Return the phone to Kong Ming."

He didn't blame himself for speaking ill of people behind his back, but instead blamed Kazuo Nozawa for hearing it without his permission.

"How many times can you buckle the noodles?" Kazuo Nozawa didn't have time to talk nonsense with him, and went straight to the point.

"What do you mean?" Ashikaga Kenjiro was puzzled, but then he figured it out again: "Why, are you Nozawa family going to challenge me?"

"I remember that the best result of your family is ten face-offs, but there is only one successful record. You have always kept the record below ten times."

In terms of buckle, ten times is a watershed in the absolute field.

The distance between a single digit and a double digit is the distance between the ends of the earth.

Ashikaga Kenjiro was very proud: "And I have kept the record at eleven times all year round. I am the best pastry master in any country. I..."

"Someone can face-off thirteen times!" Kazuo Nozawa had to interrupt again.

The other side was silent for five seconds, and these five seconds were very long. Kazuo Nozawa could only hear Ashikaga Kenjiro's rapid breathing.

Suddenly, the sound of breathing stopped.

"Kenjiro, Kenjiro, what's wrong with you? Did you faint?"

For Ashikaga Kenjiro, who has always regarded the [-]th noodle buckle as a lifelong glory, this time the blow is not insignificant.

It's not impossible to faint.

"Fake!" Ashikaga Kenjiro recovered and yelled at the first time: "It's definitely a fake. I'm a pastry master. If I can deduct eleven times, I'm a genius. How can someone be better than me?"

He absolutely didn't believe it, and couldn't accept it.

"It's true, we all saw it with our own eyes." Kazuo Nozawa was very disappointed. He thought Ashikaga Kenjiro would improve, and he might have been quietly promoted to thirteen times.

He is too naive, with Ashikaga Kenjiro's character, if his buttoning technique improves, everyone will know it.

Didn't yell, just didn't do it.

"Where did you see it? You should all be at home at this time, I'll go there right away, wait for me!" Ashikaga Kenjiro spoke quickly.

"I'd like to see how many hands the noodle genius of your Nozawa family has!"

Misunderstood.

Kazuo Nozawa sighed: "It's not from our Nozawa family."

"Is that from the Kuroki family?"

"No."

"Ozawa's family?"

"Not at all."

"Whose family is that?"

"It's not our country, it's China's." Kazuo Nozawa was very sad, he lost again.

The noodle that Yang Song dunked out this time, not only he couldn't make it, but no one in their country seemed to be able to do it.

"I don't believe it! Chinese people eat noodles made by machines, how could they buckle noodles thirteen times?" Ashikaga Kenjiro said angrily.

This guy probably forgot that the buckle noodles originated in China.

Heartless stuff.

"I'll send you the video, just watch it." Kazuo Nozawa handed the phone to his grandson.

Ashikaga Kenjiro didn't call Nozawa Kazuo back for a whole day and night.

Another night, Kazuo Nozawa came home and saw him on the steps of his house.

Ashikaga Kenjiro was very embarrassed, his body was covered in flour, and he was staring at his hands in a daze.

Kazuo Nozawa walked over.

"Why? Why can't it be done?"

"The chef is so young, why can he?"

"Thirteen times, thirteen times, he succeeded with ease, the Chinese people are really annoying!"

(End of this chapter)