Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 954

"Sister, those people from the Lu family are like bandits, can he really cover us with a cook?" Li Yaoyao didn't believe it at all. "Boys really love to tell jokes these days."

Li Jinxiu didn't speak, Li Yaoyao said again:
"This Yang Song looks very gentle, why did he provoke the Lu family?"

"The group in the furniture city is going crazy. That boy Lu Wanjin was so angry that he smashed things in the store, and drove away the four members of Zhu's family. Hahahaha, he drove her kissing cousin Zhu Baozhu out of the window. Throw it down, on your face."

Li Jinxiu held his business card and frowned slightly: "Is this Yang Song really just a chef?"

Li Yaoyao leaned over, took a look and said, "Now the second generation of rich people really know how to play. In order to catch up with Miss Sister, they even printed out the chef's business card."

She smiled and said, "Sister, he must like you."

Li Jinxiu's face instantly turned red and hot: "What nonsense?"

"I'm not talking nonsense, Yang Song secretly looked at you, his eyes are so bright, I can see it, I don't have the nerve to expose it." Li Yaoyao said.

Li Jinxiu thought of Yang Song standing under the plane tree, smiling slightly: So he likes to look at her?
"He is so handsome, so tasteful, and rich, sister, am I going to have a brother-in-law?"

"Don't be so superficial, it's not like we don't know how to make money by ourselves." Li Jinxiu endured and endured, but still couldn't help laughing: If that person really likes her, it's really great.

Yang Song, who hurried back, couldn't help but sneezed three times on the way: "Who is thinking about me? I can't sneeze the fourth one. I don't want to catch a cold."

The diners outside Baifeng Pavilion, all pinching their stopwatches, stared at the gate of Baifeng Pavilion.

"In 3 more minutes, we can line up!"

One by one, they stared at the position closest to the door, where there was a yellow line, and only No.1 was eligible to touch the yellow line with his toes.

"What are these people doing?" Kenjiro Ashikaga has been suffering from insomnia since he saw Yang Song's thirteen secrets of masking on the Internet.

He really couldn't wait, so he ran to He Guo by himself, and the Nozawa family was still kept in the dark.

Up to now, Kazuo Nozawa is still thinking about the two tricks he learned from "Sun Tzu's Art of War": Ming Xiu plank road and dark Chen Cang.

He has to work hard quietly, and when he really faces Yang Song, he will be able to scare him.

Using all the efforts of the Nozawa family, Kazuo Nozawa started preparing from the ingredients, with strict requirements at every step, and strived to give Yang Song a chance at the exchange meeting.

He never expected that Kenjiro Ashikaga could not help but run to Huaguo.

Ashikaga Kenjiro was very confused: I can't understand what these Chinese people are doing?
He wanted to ask, but was surprised to find that he really didn't speak Chinese.

"Why can't I speak Chinese?"

Ashikaga Kenjiro sent soul torture to himself?

Just as he took out his mobile phone, picked out the translation software, and wanted to enter something.

"time up!"

Whoosh...

Several figures, no matter fat or thin, tall or short, were flying like flying, rushing towards the gate of Baifeng Pavilion, and lined up neatly in an instant.

Just like the special effects of a movie, everyone is clearly attacking No.1 in the front row, but no one is hit. It seems that the sorting has been completed in the air, and the team will be formed at the moment of landing.

"Could it be that this is the martial arts in Chinese legend?" Kenjiro Ashikaga rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

Someone greeted him: "That buddy, are you going to eat Baifeng Pavilion, why don't you hurry up and line up? If it's late, it won't be your turn."

Although Ashikaga Kenjiro did not understand Chinese, but at this moment, he suddenly understood what it meant.

He quickly appeared at the end of the line: "Crab crab!"

The helpful person: What dialect is this?Why does it sound so weird?
But still can distinguish.

"You're welcome, we are all loyal fans of Brother Song!"

Ashikaga Kenjiro understood this sentence, he quietly turned on the translator, saw the translated text message, and showed a meaningful smile.

"Poor Huaxia people, they actually thought that I would be Yang Song's supporter, how is this possible?"I'm here to mess things up! '

That's right, Ashikaga Kenjiro came all the way to challenge Yang Song.

"According to technical analysis, Yang Song's video is still false. I must expose him. No one in this world can buckle noodles thirteen times. I, Ashikaga Kenjiro, is the real pastry master and the real genius. is God!Yang Song is just a mere mortal, how can he be compared with me who is a genius? '

Today is the chance for Kenjiro Ashikaga to prove himself again!
He wants to clear away the haze and fall asleep again!
I don't know since when, people in any country, regardless of gender, old or young, have the problem of the second grade, and the disease occurs all the time.

Finally, Ashikaga Kenjiro entered Baifeng Pavilion.

He held his head high and strode towards Yang Song.

"Hello, the kitchen is an important place. No one else is allowed to enter. Please wait for your meal in the dining area." Shen Huaizhao became more and more professional. He always had a friendly smile when he stopped people, showing his standard six teeth.

Ashikaga Kenjiro saw Yang Song who was busy, and immediately waved his hands and said loudly:

"Mine is Ashikaga Kenjiro from what country, he is a real pastry master!"

Pointing to Yang Song again, he said:
"Mine, challenge him and use facts to prove the difference between my divine talent and this ordinary servant."

Shen Huaizhao didn't understand, and looked at Yang Song suspiciously.

"He's a chef. He came to me to challenge his cooking skills. Give him a sign and ask him to line up."

Every month, there are always a few guys who don't know the heights of the world and the depths of the world, come to discuss their special cooking skills with Yang Song.

Yang Song was very familiar with the demeanor and tone of these people, and he would know what was going on whenever they stopped.

Shen Huaizhao handed Ashikaga Kenjiro a unique number plate, with Chinese and English translations on it, and simple requirements for the challenge.

Ashikaga Kenjiro: "Mine, I don't understand English or Chinese."

Meng Shihan immediately started downloading the translation software.

Ashikaga Kenjiro spoke again:
"For noodles, our country of He is authentic, and your Huaxia is just a fake!"

"Do you know how many years of pastry history we have in our country? Pastry is a great art in the hands of chefs in our country!"

"We have the spirit of a craftsman, and we have buckled the noodles eleven times, which is the realm of transforming gods. You Chinese people can only brag!"

"Today, I order No. 1 in Heguo, and I want to break the fictional myth of you Chinese people. I want to rub your hypocritical skins on the floor."

"It's too deceitful!" Xu Rou, a white-collar beauty in a gray professional dress, clapped at the table and translated it accurately.

The Baifeng Pavilion, which was originally bustling with eating and drinking, could hear the quiet needle drop.

For the first time, Yang Song stopped in the process of making delicious food:
"Noodles have been made and eaten in my country for more than 4000 years. There are many varieties and varieties, and they are adapted to local conditions. Each region has its own characteristics.

Modesty is the traditional virtue of our Chinese people, because we know that there is no end to learning.So we are humble to urge ourselves and constantly improve ourselves. This is not hypocrisy, understand?

In a small place, the pasta history of hundreds of years, or from China, still licking your face and telling me authentic?Why is your face so big? "

(End of this chapter)