Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 941 What do you want

Tick, tick, tick...

Meng Shijia's saliva flowed out: "Brother-in-law, let me have a drink, I haven't drunk plum wine yet."

Yang Song smiled at him, raised his neck, and drank the wine in the pot.

Goo, goo, goo!

Meng Shijia felt distressed, the ten-flavored wine was so precious, even if everyone got a jug, they would drink it carefully little by little, even if it was extravagant, taking a sip would still hold it in their mouths, full of taste.

Blowing directly at the bottle like Yang Song is really reckless.

Yang Song put down the jug and said, "Good wine, it's better to drink like this."

Meng Shijia: Of course I know it's fun to drink like this, but who would be willing?

Yang Song said again: "I still know how to brew it myself, and I can drink whatever I want."

"Brother-in-law, I'll learn!"

Meng Shijia started to learn how to make noodles, kneading noodles from morning till night while cleaning.

The young master who is not working hard starts with kneading a suitable dough.

Yang Song taught for three days before Meng Shijia kneaded the dough into shape.

During these three days, Meng Shijia made half a basin of face water countless times.

He didn't understand the ratio of water and flour at all.

Or, make a pile of noodles.

"The dough you kneaded is for making noodles, not chalk. What are you doing for it?" Yang Song said beside him, or demonstrated by himself, watching Meng Shijia fail after fail.

"Brother-in-law, can't you remind me when I drink too much water?"

"No, cooking is based on feeling, you have to catch it yourself, I can't put you into dogma, solidified thinking is even more stupid."

Meng Shijia had to continue to fail over and over again.

Yang Song sent a bag of flour to the kitchen every day: "Practice well today."

Meng Shijia hustled a bag of noodles every day.

When he kneaded it, he poured it into a large water tank, and Yang Song would find a way to turn those dry and wet noodles into delicious food.

No matter how Meng Shijia is destroyed, Yang Song has a solution.

Not afraid of wasting.

It's just that there is a free stall at the entrance of Baifeng Pavilion.

Sometimes it's multigrain pancakes, sometimes it's various pastries.

Otherwise, they would not be able to finish the food made from a bag of noodles.

Sometimes it is so rare that Yang Song simply makes a pot of pimple soup.

It's been like this for half a month.

There are many things that are made, but there are no noodles.

Until one sunny afternoon in summer, Yang Song woke up from a nap and saw his brother-in-law standing stupidly in front of the chopping board.

Well, tears welled up.

"what happened?"

Yang Song approached and saw several noodles with the same width and completely different thickness on the chopping board.

This noodle is like a cracked biscuit.

A biscuit is still a biscuit, but not just a biscuit.

"how did you do it?"

It stands to reason that width is more difficult than thickness.

"Brother-in-law, I did it."

"I saw it, how did you do it?"

"Brother-in-law, I did it."

"Yes, you did it, how did you..."

Yang Song didn't need to ask, he saw a ruler, the [-]cm kind.

"Brother-in-law, I'll use a ruler to make sure each noodle is [-] centimeters."

He's pretty proud.

"It's opportunistic again." Yang Song was not very happy.

"Not allowed to use a ruler?" Meng Shijia was very hurt, he thought he was very smart this time.

Yang Song knew what was going on.

He wanted Meng Shijia to really learn how to cook noodles, which could be regarded as a way of making a living.

And Meng Shijia just wanted to get the secret recipe of Shixiang wine by cooking noodles.

Yang Song couldn't let Meng Shijia know his real plan, otherwise this kid would definitely not do it.

"Brother-in-law, our Meng family's wealth is enough for me to lie down and win. My father said long ago that as long as I don't cause trouble, he will burn incense and worship Buddha."

"Your father's expectations of you are truly unique."

Meng's father put the Meng family's hope on Meng Shihan.

Meng Shihan tried to help Meng Shijia more than once, but failed.

Yang Song wants to try.

"You can't use a ruler, so you can practice hard for me."

"Persistence in taking out an iron pestle and grinding it into a needle."

"Make a bowl of noodles like me, and everyone who eats it will say yes."

Meng Shijia was shocked: "Brother-in-law, don't bully others."

Yang Song: ...

Meng Shijia: "Brother-in-law, when I grow up, you make the best noodles I've ever eaten. You asked me to make noodles like you. I think you're cheating me!"

Yang Song: "You haven't tried it, how do you know it won't work?"

"You invite all the chefs in Los Angeles to make noodles at the same level as yours."

Yang Song thought about it carefully: No one can make it.

"Brother-in-law, you cook in an open and aboveboard manner every day, and anyone can watch and learn from you, isn't it because no one can learn how?" Meng Shijia's habit of telling the truth must be corrected.

"Nonsense." Yang Song said: "I let everyone watch it openly, because there are people who can learn it. I teach it openly for free. You actually doubt my intentions. I will tell your sister."

Meng Shijia: ...

A very familiar formula.

Yang Song didn't explain too much to Meng Shijia, anyway, he just said two words: "If you want to eat, you can practice hard for me."

"Physical punishment!" Meng Shijia was a little bit giving up, so Yang Song asked him to solve the stomach problem by himself.

"Brother-in-law, you want to starve me to death!"

"Aren't you rich?"

Meng Shijia has a salary, which is enough to buy a dozen biscuits, half a box of instant noodles, and even ham sausage.

"Brother-in-law, I'm used to the food you cook, how can I swallow other things?"

What's even more hateful is that Yang Song is researching new dishes again.

Meng Shihan couldn't help but come over and ask, "Why are you researching new dishes so fast recently?"

"Soon?" Yang Song was a little surprised, he didn't feel it.

"I want our Baifeng Pavilion to quickly have a hundred chicken dishes. How many are there now? There is no right to be called Baifeng Pavilion."

"And this noodle, I plan to arrange a menu of [-] noodle dishes, but there are not many now."

"Eight major cuisines, so many dishes, if I don't hurry up, when will I learn to master them all?"

"There are so many foreign dishes."

"Xiaohan, I have to research some western dishes quickly."

"We have to learn from the dishes of our neighboring countries."

"Be famous as early as possible. If I don't work hard, I won't be able to become a chef before the age of 30."

Meng Shihan was dumbfounded, she didn't know that Yang Song still had such great ambitions.

Yang Song sighed: "The progress bar is too slow, God of Cooking has a long way to go."

Meng Shihan: "Honey, are you serious?"

"Must be serious, Xiaohan, my dream is very simple, to become a chef and marry you." Yang Song is such a simple and happy person.

Zhang Dongguan, played by Xu Zheng in "The Full Feast", has two big dreams in his life.

"The world's number one chef, marry the world's number one beauty."

When he was a beggar, Zhang Dongguan did not change his ambition.

Explain what.

"This is a good ambition, I have to be more awesome."

(End of this chapter)