Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 946 Your Grandpa Is Not Your Grandpa
"you!"

"Brother Song?"

The six big men couldn't help huddling together, they really didn't want to know what they were about to face?
Yang Song nodded: "It's me."

"Brother Song from Yang Song?"

"That Brother Song from Baifeng Pavilion?"

"The only chef in the shop?"

Yang Song nodded again: "I'm Yang Song, Yang Song from Baifeng Pavilion, I'll give you my name."

"No!"

"how can that be?"

"Aren't you an old man?"

Yang Song: "Who told you?"

He wanted to talk to the man.

The six people looked at each other in blank dismay: "We guessed."

Yang Song stood there refreshingly, even in his school uniform, he could be regarded as a college student.

"guessed wrong."

This is a misunderstanding.

Yang Song said: "Fortunately, I guessed wrong."

It's just a misunderstanding.

"See clearly next time." After Yang Song finished speaking, he was about to leave. The six people on the opposite side stared at him closely, as if they were tugging at him with their eyes. "Do you have anything else to do?"

The six people pointed their fingers at each other: "This, that, what about us..."

They still couldn't believe it.

"Come in and sit for a while." Yang Song waved his hand and let them in happily.

Don't let them follow and see clearly.

Six people like calves, as strong as a hill, pointing fingers in front of him, stammering and wriggling, this scene is too eye-catching.

"How embarrassing is that?"

"Enter or not?" Yang Song asked.

"Of course you have to go in."

"You have to get in, otherwise I won't give you face?"

They still dare not call Song Ge.

Meng Shihan asked them to sit down, and Shen Huaizhao went to serve tea.

Yang Song went into the kitchen and came out again, carrying a basket of radishes.

He picked six radishes, and raised a knife to carve them.

The six of them couldn't understand again, and wanted to find someone to inquire about it.

Meng Shihan's eyes looking at Yang Song are too gentle, she may cover up.

Shen Huaizhao didn't need to ask.

The bitter boy kneading dough in the corner seems to be able to ask.

"Handsome guy, let me ask you something."

"When you ask a chef to eat, you call him grandpa, and when you ask someone to listen to you, you call him handsome guy. Why are you so different?" Meng Shijia was kneading, kneading, and kneading noodles every day, almost kneading himself into dough, suppressing half of his belly. Sad, waiting to talk.

"How old is the chef at Baifeng Pavilion?"

"You don't know what I live every day? I got up before five o'clock in the morning, because my brother-in-law said that I must leave the house on time at five o'clock." Meng Shijia said.

"Are you a respected senior in the culinary world?"

"Morning exercise, I have to run for 45 minutes at once." Meng Shijia said again.

"Is the young man carving with a kitchen knife Chef Yang's apprentice?"

"It is said to give me time to adapt, how many days does it take to adapt? Just let me run for 45 minutes."

"Do you hear clearly what I'm asking?"

Six people gave up, the dough kneader was not fit to ask questions.

The brain is not normal.

Chen Ming came out of the back kitchen with a full belch, and wanted to collapse on the chair.

"Go for a walk, don't sit down after eating so full." Yang Song said suddenly.

Chen Ming, who was halfway through the seat, was nostalgic for the chair that was about to arrive: "I just ate while standing in the back kitchen, and I digested part of it."

"Go for a walk for half an hour, or you won't eat at noon."

Defeat the enemy with one move.

Chen Ming had no choice but to leave.

Wang Porridge said to the six people: It seems that Yang Song is really the person in front of him.

"Wait, what do you think he engraved?" Wang Mian excitedly asked.

Yang Song has just finished carving a radish.

One meter apart, the six people stared at the statue and said:
"It is certain that this is a person." Ruan Chuan said.

Yang Song's temples were throbbing, and he suppressed his words.

"Nonsense, this is obviously a person."

"What I want to say is that this is not a fairy."

"This person looks familiar."

"You are right."

"I just can't remember who it is."

"Who is it?"

They studied, and Yang Song carved the second one.

"Hey, there's another person!"

"nonsense."

"It still looks familiar."

"Still can't remember who it is."

The third one looks familiar.

The fourth is personal.

Fifth, I can't remember who it is.

Sixth, more familiar.

The six statues were placed side by side on the table, and Yang Song backed away. They could just form a circle, with three on each side, and they could look at each other.

"Yeah!"

"This statue really looks like the man squatting across from me!"

"It's like the one opposite me!"

"It really is!"

The six excitedly said:
"Brother, is this statue yours?"

"Third brother, with a high nose bridge, it must be you."

"Old Fifth, it's the same as your little eyes."

"You have them all, what about the three of us?"

"There are three more over there."

"There are six statues, and there are six of us."

A moment of silence.

"The ones carved here are the six of us."

"I said why is it so familiar, hahaha..."

"so awkward."

"This one is very similar to ours, and the knife work is really good."

"It's no wonder you can make Sanding buns."

Yang Song finally proved himself.

Six people stood beside the statue and bowed three times to Yang Song: "Brother Song, we were wrong, we thought you were a grandpa with such delicious food, but we didn't expect you to be so young, promising, handsome, suave, unique……"

Yang Song is very satisfied: There are so many people in the world who love to tell the truth.

"Okay, as long as the misunderstanding is resolved, you can go back."

"Thank you Brother Song for not caring!"

"The statue is for you, you can eat it."

The system provided Yang Song with a batch of radishes specially for him to practice.

The kind that tastes guaranteed.

Wang Porridge and the six happily hugged their respective statues and left.

"Will our radishes shrink quickly in this hot weather?"

"Do you want to eat?"

"Such a perfect work of art, I can't bear to stop."

"What should I do?"

"Find a supermarket, let's go to the cold snow area!"

The six of them rushed into the mall, found yogurt from the supermarket, and then carefully invited the radish statue out.

Everyone is full of tears:

"The other me in the world, although I am very unwilling to eat such an excellent you, but if I don't eat you, you will be killed and broken, and I will be very heartbroken."

"In order to let you live forever, I still let you go to my stomach."

"Please live with me!"

After taking pictures and videotaping, the six people hugged their respective statues and began to bite one bite at a time.

"Wow, this radish is quite delicious!"

"Hahaha!"

"Don't talk, eat well!"

After the six people finished eating, they walked around the food street happily, and rushed back an hour and a half before Baifeng Pavilion opened, preparing to line up.

They still came to the bowl.

Meng Wan was already waiting.

There are also Li Qingti and Li Ke, even Zhao Xingxing, there are four great and strong people, plus Qiangzi's father Zhao Daqiang.

"Look at the food forum in Los Angeles. Someone announced Songge's latest sculpture of a radish."

"There are six of them."

"It's six people."

"It looks familiar."

Wang Porridge and the others are proud and confident, arrogant: That's right, that's right, there are six of us, and our relationship with Brother Song is extraordinary!
(End of this chapter)