Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 959
"When this guy puts his chopsticks down, it's a bowl of noodles."

"He ate another bowl!"

"Hey, he only picked up one piece of noodles this time, could it be that he was tired from eating?"

"He wanted to make noodles. This is noodles, not noodles. How could it be so smooth... so slippery!"

Chen Ming held a piece of noodles in his mouth, and the whole bowl of noodles had bottomed out.

"It's delicious!" Chen Ming raised a big smile on his face, and patted his belly with a happy smile: "Brother Song, give me another bowl!"

Yang Song pointed to the five stacked bowls in front of him: "Take it easy, be careful not to get fat!"

"No matter what matters, I'm not afraid of being fat, fatter is more important."

"No matter how fat you are, you won't be able to find a girlfriend." Nowadays, pretty and lovely girls prefer him, who is good-looking and can cook.

Chen Ming: If you don't tell me, I'd forget that I'm still single this year.

Yang Song said again: "When you're full, go to exercise, rely on your looks to find a beautiful young lady to be your wife, or you'll become an old bacon in two years, and you can only rely on money."

Chen Ming couldn't die anymore.

Yang Song turned his head and cared about his wife again: "Xiaohan, are you tired? Do you want me to squeeze an orange juice for you?"

"It's not greasy at all, but I still want to drink it."

"Good drop!"

Chen Ming quickly squeezed out several glasses of orange juice, and greeted the people in Baifeng Pavilion: "If you want to drink, pour it yourself."

He only delivered to Meng Shihan's door.

Cherry-pink lips, when exposed to the orange-yellow juice, become more radiant and lustrous.

"tasty?"

"It's delicious, like a gust of cool wind blowing from the orchard." Meng Shihan hugged Yang Song's waist and smiled coquettishly: "How can you make a glass of juice that is [-] times better than others? It's amazing! "

A bouquet of sweet kisses was delivered, and Yang Song's heart soared.

The audience didn't need Meng Shihan to say, they all knew how delicious the juice Yang Song squeezed.

That cute and lovely student girl drank very cherished, opening and closing her cherry mouth, only willing to make up a little at a time.

He is obviously a second-generation rich young master, who inadvertently killed the whole cup, with a regretful and painful expression on his face, wishing to be reborn.

There is also the prince of the Chen Group that everyone knows.

In front of thousands of pairs of eyes on the scene and countless gazes on the Internet, Chen Ming unceremoniously licked his glass.

Well, don't tell me, Prince Chen is really good at licking cups, and the cups he has licked are shiny and shiny.

In the last drink, two straws were placed. Yang Song and Meng Shihan drank together. The pink bubbles that popped out of their heads were so sweet.

Audiences:
"I thought it was just an ordinary food competition, but I was fed a mouthful of dog food."

"Isn't the competition over yet? What is Chef Yang doing? Why did you start a small mess?"

"If you do a small stove, you can do a small stove. Why don't we have a share?"

"Maybe there are too many people at the scene."

"We have a total of 2000 people in this venue. Brother Song really pulled the venue together. There is no problem at all. The peeing beef balls that Brother Song made last time sold 2000 fans a day. What do we mean by [-] people?"

"Am I the only one who discovered that every bowl of Song Ge's noodles has only one noodle?"

"I'm going, 666!"

Kenjiro Ashikaga also discovered it. The judges were the first to discover it. Who told them to eat it first?

"Ahem, I won't talk nonsense, the winner of this competition is Chef Yang Songyang!"

"I never thought that hot and sour shredded radish would go so well with noodle soup. Chef Yang Songyang is a genius."

"I can eat this bowl of noodle soup from morning till night, it's so delicious, so delicious!"

When the judges speak, someone will translate to Ashikaga Kenjiro simultaneously.

"I want to know, where did I lose?"

Generally in this kind of competition, the judges will comment on the advantages and disadvantages of each dish, especially the two dishes that compete with one point, and will focus on where others win you.

To put it simply, it is to tell the losers why they lost, and the winners why they won?
Like now, the judges overwhelmingly praised only one side, without even mentioning any shortcomings, perhaps it has never happened.

"Aren't you curious?" Kenjiro Ashikaga shouted at Yang Song.

Yang Song spread his hands: "Not curious."

"Why?" Ashikaga Kenjiro asked himself and answered: "I know, you must be pretending to be Bi. Before I came, I heard that you Chinese young people like this."

Yang Song: You know a lot.

"I'm not curious because I know why you lose, and I know why I win."

From the time he submitted it, Yang Song knew he had won.

"What did you say? It's impossible!" Ashikaga Kenjiro said 'you're playing me' in disbelief.

Yang Songdao: "My noodles have been buckled fourteen times, just to make every inch of the noodles evenly and delicately covered with soup when cooking the noodles, so that diners will have a richer taste when eating the noodles. It will also be more comfortable in the stomach."

Ashikaga Kenjiro's face was as black as the bottom of a pot: "My noodles are soaked in soup, and I can make one mouthful of noodles and one mouthful of soup."

Yang Song raised his index finger and shook it: "The soup soaked in the noodles will indeed taste better, but if you don't grasp the degree of soaking, the taste of the noodles will become soft and lose their flexibility. You don't even understand that the texture and taste of noodles that have been buckled fourteen times are definitely not what you can imagine after being buckled eleven times."

As the saying goes, if you compare goods, you have to throw them away, but when you compare people, you are more popular than others.

"My noodles are not flexible enough? Are you kidding me! I am a world-class pastry master who is best at mastering the flexibility of noodles. You actually said that I don't know how to cook noodles. You Chinese people like to tell jokes so much? Say I'm not as good as you, why don't you tell me that the sun actually rises from the west." Kenjiro Ashikaga is good at Chinese.

"You will lose. To put it bluntly, you still don't know enough. Who told you that the national chef is the boss? Let me give you a simple example. For example, our Chinese table tennis players, their favorite is the national champion. We have no shortage World champion." Yang Song said.

Hard facts.

"You just deducted three more noodles than me." Ashikaga Kenjiro won, but he couldn't afford to lose, so he met Yang Song.

"Thirteen times of deducting noodles is a threshold. Only when you successfully deduct No. 14 noodles, can you realize that all the noodles you ate in the past were for nothing."

This is like cultivation base, there is only one level difference between Jindan and Yuanying, but only when you reach Yuanying will you know that you can kill a bunch of Jindan with one slap.

The realm is different.

Ashikaga Kenjiro is not reconciled and has become a habit: "My dashi is better than yours!"

Soup noodle soup, soup and noodles are key.

Yang Song sighed and said, "Actually, if it's just noodles, you lose one level to me. Speaking of soup, you're really not qualified to hand me toilet paper. Your soup is really bad. Baifeng Pavilion, if the soup is boiled like this, I will have someone pour it to Xiaosi."

Ashikaga Kenjiro: "Who is Xiao Sijun? A famous food critic?"

Chen Ming said from the sidelines: "Little Si doesn't know how to drink, don't look at its four legs, if it encounters that kind of soup, it will definitely be kicked off with one paw."

Meng Shijia also agreed: "That's right, if you give me that kind of thing, I won't drink it, let alone Xiaosi."

He heard what should be heard, Yang Song quietly said to Meng Shihan: "My brother-in-law doesn't seem very smart."

(End of this chapter)