Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 947 Don't You Think

Wang Piaodao, Ruan Chuan, Wang Mian, Liu Tian, ​​Zhou Zha, and Xiang Hun were so happy that they could finally order food after seeing Yang Song's cooking skills.

"I think we can make a copy." Wang Congee said that he is indeed a big boss of the six people.

The other five people are also eager to try.

Shen Huaizhao appeared in time to stop them: "If you can't finish eating, you will be blacklisted, and you are not encouraged to take it out. We don't provide package service here."

"It's really not good to pack, it will definitely affect the taste."

"It's just the dishes on the menu, I want to eat them all."

"We can eat today, tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow. With the strong fighting power of the six of us, are we still worried that there will be an endless day?"

"That's right, we are a hall-level food group."

"It's just the six of us. After all, we can only order twenty dishes. This won't work. The speed is too slow. I want to eat too much."

The six people held their breath, tacit understanding among each other.

"dinner!"

Meals cannot be wasted, and the stomach is not a bottomless pit. The best way is to invite a few more people to eat together, and every dish can be eaten.

"As expected of our food group's box-pressing method!"

The six immediately took out their mobile phones and started recruiting foodies.

That's right, recruiting.

"Flavor and tip-of-the-mouth circles are all posted. We all must find the best foodie, and we can't have that kind of fake foodie."

The notice for recruiting foodies reads:

Foodies, have you been tossing and turning in many cold late nights, full of emptiness, loneliness and dissatisfaction?Do not know how to face the unknown tomorrow?
Friends, don't be confused, don't hesitate, the darkness is about to pass, the dawn is already on the way, the phoenix is ​​flying, the sycamore leaves are falling, fate has already guided us in the direction.

Baifeng Pavilion is our hope. The dazzling array of food wakes us up from the dark night. Song Ge is our light, electricity, love and warmth.

join us.

Look, this job posting is not written in an ordinary level. It seems to tell you a lot of things, but in fact it doesn't say anything, but it still makes you think that the writing is good. It can be seen that people with good writing can make nonsense.

This was written by Wang Mian, and in the end Ruan Chuan sent a comment to the top.

This Friday at four o'clock in the afternoon, we all gathered at the entrance of Baifeng Pavilion, Los Angeles Food Street, and made an appointment to have a big meal. After a [-]% discount on the meal price, we will go to AA, and we need four foodies.

That's [-]% off, which can be described as very cost-effective.

Those who signed up were very positive.

This is a huge bargain.

Xiang Hu made a set of test papers in time, A4 paper, three sheets, six sides, a total of five major questions and 72 small questions.

In addition to the theoretical questions, there is also a small essay, which requires only a few words, only [-] words.

There are still many people who sign up for the exam.

Wang Porridge Road has added an additional question, which is to show the level of foodies in the form of paintings or music.

This is just a written test.

During the break in the afternoon at Baifeng Pavilion, the six of Wang Piaodao sat there and corrected the test papers.

Each test paper had to be corrected three times. The six of them were divided into three groups. They were very serious and had the temperament of a high school class teacher.

In just two days, they finished grading the papers, calculated the results, and listed the rankings.

"This year's foodies are still making a living."

"I originally wanted to select twenty winners, but now I can only select six."

"In this situation, can we still choose four reliable foodies?"

"very worried."

"One less, at least two less dishes."

360 nine test papers, as long as the top [-], it is quite intense.

Yang Song put down the newly carved motorcycle and said, "What criteria do you use to select people?"

"Don't be too strict."

Yang Song felt that enjoying food should be quite relaxing.

"It's not strict at all. It's not easy to take foodies this year. Let's let them go."

"We foodies are very gentle and forgiving people."

"Kindness is synonymous with us."

Yang Song: "Get to the point."

Wang Congee said, "Full marks are fine."

With so many questions, they were actually required to get full marks.

Meng Shijia was reading the paper and trying to solve the questions by himself.

"Basic question, how many dishes are there in the Manchu Banquet? This is simple, isn't it just one hundred and eight dishes."

"Wait a while, write them silently, and also indicate the characteristics of these dishes."

"How many are the most famous restaurants in Beijing? What are the signature dishes, what are the ingredients, who is the chef, and what honors do they have?"

"Write down several major cuisines in our country, and discuss in detail the characteristics, as well as representative dishes, as well as the representative chefs and restaurants of each major cuisine."

"Please silently write down thirty small cuisines in our country."

"Twenty Ways to Make Green Vegetables."

"Hundred ways of making eggs."

"How many grains of rice are the most delicious wrapped in each egg flower of egg fried rice?"

"Write a chronology of major events in my country's 5000-year food evolution history."

"Please write a short composition based on "Sweet Misty Records"."

"Sing a song about your love of roots."

……

The more I read down, the more frightened I become.

Chen Ming: "I pass at most."

Meng Shijia: "I can't even get double digits. How are you recruiting foodies? You are simply sending people to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures."

Yang Song flipped through the paper: "Actually, it's okay. These questions are not very tricky, and they are all about common sense."

Including the eight members of Wang Congee Road, no one spoke. Is this common sense?

After all their painstaking efforts, this set of papers is actually common sense?

"Brother Song, you probably don't know other chefs."

"I'm okay." Yang Song was a little surprised, touched his chin and said, "It can't be said that I don't know chefs. Chefs have always come to challenge me."

So it can't be said that he doesn't know the chef.

"Do you think our rolls are common sense for other chefs?"

"I don't know about this. I only know that some chefs have good knife skills, some are very precise in grasping the heat, some are very good at innovation, and some are very beautiful."

Everyone felt that Yang Song hadn't finished talking.

"It's just that the dishes are not very delicious." Yang Song finally concluded.

A group of people almost lost their footing.

"Brother Chen, help me." Meng Shijia pulled Chen Ming.

"Then who will help me?" Chen Ming barely supported the table.

The rest of the people also had toothaches, but they didn't know what to say to refute.

Can't refute, Yang Song is right.

Who is really convinced before eating the delicacies made by Yang Song, and who is really not convinced after eating?
When the six foodies who got full marks came to Wang Porridge and them for an interview full of confidence.

"What are you proud of?"

"It's just a little bit of common sense right."

"Put away your smugness."

"Not everyone is eligible to be recognized by our food group of eight."

The content of the written test was defined by Yang Song as common sense, and the content of the interview was particularly insane.

Wang Porridge said that the few of them actually made a pot of vegetable porridge: "Wow, what ingredients are in it, and tell me all the seasonings. If you answer correctly, you will get one point, twenty points is a pass, and only those who get 25 points will have it." Qualified to become our partner, otherwise we will all be eliminated."

(End of this chapter)