Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 970
Here in Yang Song, those who work with each other are no longer friends.

Cooking skills are so different that there is no room for comparison.

What's more, it is precisely because Yang Song's visit to the high-tech mall has brought traffic that the business of other stores has gradually improved.

Although most of the diners come here for Yang Song, Yang Song is only one person after all, and the business hours are limited, so not everyone can eat.

Then come here, why don't you just eat something in other stores.

Yang Song sold barbecue, and Master Li who opened the noodle shop gave them a big bowl of stewed noodles, covered with a thick layer of mutton alone.

"We can be regarded as neighbors, you have a good business, you have nothing to give away, let's have some noodles!"

The little deer girl in the beverage shop brought over a large cup of freshly squeezed fruit tea:
"Have a drink and feel good."

The stereotyped uncle in the dessert shop also sent me a fruit mille-feuille.

"After eating the salty ones, try the sweet ones."

Yang Song reciprocated by roasting a lot of skewers and sending them to various shops.

"This boss Song Ge is very generous. He gave away 300 yuan worth of beef skewers!"

"I'd like to taste what triple-digit barbecue is like."

"Roasted gluten for 100 yuan, you can buy a hundred skewers in other places and kill people."

Everyone eats with admiration, wishing to bathe and purify their bodies, burn incense and pray to heaven and earth.

Go down in one bite.

"Oh!"

"too delicious!"

"So you are such a beef skewer!"

"How can grilled chicken wings be so delicious?"

All of a sudden, the whole shop on the fourth floor resounded with a series of crackling sounds.

Some customers couldn't line up, so they found a nearby restaurant to solve their stomachs.

into the store.

"Boss, here is a steamed dumpling."

"The steak is seven years old."

"A big bowl of ramen."

“Double portion of braised chicken!”

After ordering, no one was found, and he shouted: "Boss, are you still doing business?"

"Wait a minute, don't worry!"

Anyone who entered the restaurant would not be happy to be greeted like this. The guests were just about to get angry when they smelled the fragrance.

"Why is it so fragrant? It seems to come from the kitchen."

"Go and see."

"Holy shit, this familiar Chuan Chuan Er! It seems to be the smell of Brother Song."

The bosses nodded: "That's right, it's Brother Song's barbecue, which Brother Song gave to our neighbors to connect with each other."

There are two large trays full of grilled skewers, from vegetarian to meat, exuding the atmosphere of local tyrants.

"As expected of Brother Song, the relationship between neighbors is so high-end and elegant!"

"I'm so envious, I really want to be Brother Song's neighbor."

"Boss, you can't finish eating so many skewers, can you? How about selling it to us at the original price?"

"Boss, don't listen to him, I'll sell it to me at double the price."

"Is there anyone short of money? I'll pay twice as much and sell it to me."

The bosses only hesitated for two seconds.

"Blood earning, or blood earning without capital!"

"If you don't give it, such delicious food is right in front of you. If I give it to you, I will drown in my saliva."

Diners who can't make it to the queue should not be able to eat or not.

Can only turn grief and anger into appetite.

"I don't want one set of steamed dumplings, but give me two sets. I want buns and wontons!"

"Ramen is more suitable to be paired with two meat clips."

"Give me two steaks! What's one for?"

……

The owner of the restaurant on the fourth floor ate delicious food and made money.

Everyone is smiling, even the waiters of each family are smiling when they go out.

If there are customers, the restaurant will be kept, and they will not have to change jobs.

All the people don't need to thank Yang Song too much.

How would a hotel owner thank someone?

Korean barbecue rice, the barbecue is piled up like a mountain.

The big plate chicken, the plate is big enough, and with a bowl of braised noodles as a gift, it can probably support you to death.

Secret roast leg of lamb, roast duck, big goose stewed in iron pan, and some people brought the hot pot directly.

"It's still a mandarin duck pot, mushroom soup and butter. They directly sent a small refrigerator to assemble the dishes."

"Brother Song, it's the first time I know that the cross-bridge rice noodles are packed in fish tanks, and I can swim in them."

"There are also stuffing pies. I counted them. There are sixteen kinds of stuffing pies in total, and three servings of each."

"There are three drink shops on our floor. Look at the drinks, from fruit tea to milk tea to coffee, as well as ice cream. We can use these things to have a friendship."

Surrounded by all kinds of food in front of him, Yang Song was shocked.

"Everyone is too enthusiastic, right?"

No matter how much Meng Shihan and Chen Ming could eat, they couldn't finish it in three days.

These foods squeezed the wide space that could have accommodated ten cars into an extremely narrow space.

"Brother Song, what can we do?"

It is impossible to finish eating, even if you are full to death.

If you don't eat it, you will live up to others' wishes.

Yang Song said: "I'll bake a few more skewers."

Chen Ming: "You still think it's too little? If you regenerate three times, you will be exhausted."

"What I mean is, call all my colleagues here, let's have a food exchange meeting, eat and drink together, the strength of the number of people is great."

"Makes sense."

Chen Ming and Meng Shihan went to call someone immediately.

No one would refuse Yang Song's invitation.

People from every restaurant came, especially the chef, who even held down the boss and rushed out first.

"Why are you running so fast?" The boss was puzzled. Doesn't his chef only love to eat but not to move?
"What do you know? This is an exchange meeting proposed by Brother Song!"

"Mortal, you don't understand the pursuit of our chefs. If you can get a word from a famous teacher, it's all about seeing the moon. There are at least two or three years left."

"I just found out that this is Brother Song who killed the heir of the hidden chef Wang's family."

All the chefs lined up, smiling, bowing and bowing to Yang Song to say hello.

"Brother Song, I made this sauerkraut fish, please try it and give me some advice."

"I made the Kung Pao Chicken, but it always felt that it wasn't crispy enough, and I couldn't figure out why."

"White radish stewed green fruit soup is my specialty. The better I make it, the less and less customers like my soup."

……

Yang Song tasted each dish.

"Sauerkraut fish, sauerkraut and fish are very important. Your sauerkraut is very good, but the fish is almost tasteless. The fish is sliced ​​too thin, and the taste floats on the surface when you eat it. If the fish is thicker, try again, sauerkraut Don't cut it so finely, it should be bigger."

The eyes of the chef who smelled like sauerkraut lit up instantly: "Yeah, why didn't I think of that?"

The Kung Pao Chicken was presented by a very young brother Du. Yang Song tasted it and said:

"If I'm not wrong, you should have been practicing cooking for a short time, not more than half a year."

"Brother Song, you are amazing. I just started practicing cooking in five months and three days."

Yang Song nodded and said: "In such a short period of time, it is already very good to be able to make Kung Pao Chicken to this level. The taste is very harmonious. The biggest shortcoming is thickening the cornstarch, which affects the crispness, and the knife skills. You still have to practice, you can’t rely on your talent and ignore the basic skills.”

"Yes, Brother Song, I'll listen to you."

Yang Song came to taste stewed white radish and green fruit soup again. It was Mr. Liu who asked about this soup. He was a chef in charge of a big restaurant in the capital, and he was also the most respected figure in the entire gourmet area before Yang Song came.

"Master, there is no problem with the taste of your soup, the knife skills, the heat and the seasoning are all right, the fault lies in these good things."

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar.

(End of this chapter)