Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 976 Space, Space

Yang Song is quite satisfied: "I have a single apartment everywhere, but it's a pity that I didn't bring my kitchen knife with me."

With a whoosh, a black kitchen knife appeared in the space, with a cold light shining.

It was Yang Song's knife.

"System, what's going on here?" Yang Song was very surprised, "Do I know how to summon?"

"Unfortunately, you don't know how to host." The current system doesn't like to speak human words. "In this space, the host can summon cooking-related items at will, transfer in at will, and transfer out can only appear on the spot."

"In addition, the full name of this space is the exclusive portable space of Yang Song, the king of reserve chefs."

Yang Song: "I don't want to complain, but which stupid roe deer named this? Why is it so long? Is there no character limit?"

"This system started."

Yang Song: "It really is a silly roe deer."

"The host doesn't want it, this system can take it back."

Yang Song's knife drew a few sharp lights in the air: Try it.

"Just kidding, this space already belongs to the host, and it is valid forever." The system can never learn to be an honest person.

"What else?" Yang Song saw the plaque on the door of the space, and it was really printed with 'the exclusive portable space of Yang Song, the king of reserve kitchen gods'.

Throughout the ages, who has written so many words on the door plaque?

"That's just the appearance name. The space is your host's space. What's the name, you can decide for yourself."

"That's what makes sense." Yang Song swiped his pen: "God of Cooking, King of Kings, Master Yang Song is here."

He changed the door plaque, and should have gotten a monument at the door.

system:……

Too shameless.

Yang Song thought for a while and added: Why don't you kneel down quickly?
System: Hehe, human man.

Yang Song added another sentence: Those who trespass will drop chirp.

System: Little harm, but extremely insulting.

Yang Songdao: "My space, I am in charge."

After playing for a while, the capital arrived.

A car followed Yang Song and the others to Dexing Restaurant.

When he arrived at the place, Chen Ming got off the car, opened the door for Yang Song first, and asked him to get off with a smile.

Yang Song rolled his eyes at him: "While playing, I can open the door myself."

If it was someone else, Yang Song would have made a statement, and Chen Ming was his brother.

Yang Song told Chen Ming to get out of the way, held on to the car door, and took Meng Shihan down, then worried about Shen Huaizhao: "Can you get off by yourself? Are your legs okay?"

"I can. I've been fine for a long time." Shen Huaizhao said with a smile. "Brother Song, the mutton head soup you made for me is very effective. I didn't feel any pain in my ankle after drinking it for the first time. After three times, I can walk on the ground. Now I am walking like flying."

"That's good." Yang Song discovered early on that the ingredients provided by the system have excellent therapeutic effects, and after his cooking, the curative effect is even better.

The four of them were led into the hall by a welcoming lady wearing a cheongsam, and they were led by a beautiful woman in Tang Palace women's clothing.

"Hi four guests, I am Chunfeng, I will serve you next, please follow me to the private room on the third floor."

This restaurant is all private rooms, and the lobby on the first floor is full of customers waiting to be seated.

Their private rooms are limited, and there are quite a lot of people queuing up.

I saw that Yang Song and his group didn't need to queue up when they entered the door, and there was also a beautiful young lady serving them in person.

"What's going on? Why don't they have to line up? We came first!"

"Are you guys taking tips? Isn't it great to be rich? I'll give you money too?"

"It looks like two poor dicks, maybe they are here to apply for a waiter job."

"I don't care, let those two little boys come and line up."

There were a lot of people queuing up, and if someone made trouble, there would naturally be booing, and the leaders were two with black sunglasses.

He also wears dark sunglasses indoors. I don't know if he is pretending to be aggressive or pretending to be blind.

Just as Chen Ming was about to get angry, Yang Song glanced at him.

"Tell them to shut up, we are here to eat, not to cause trouble."

"Yes, guest, please rest assured."

The spring breeze rippling with a smile as warm as the spring breeze said: "Everyone, our Dexing Cuisine Club adopts a membership system. The lobby on the first floor is the waiting area, and the second floor is the ordinary box. One-star members can queue up after paying a membership fee of 10 yuan." To enter, two-star members pay a membership fee of 100 million, and can enjoy the reservation service, no need to line up, and if there are guests who don't want to line up, they only need to pay the membership fee according to the rules."

Those who called Huan fell silent for an instant.

Money ability is also a kind of ability.

After entering the private room, Chen Ming approached Yang Song to ask for credit: "Brother Song, how are you doing? I invite you to eat this, brother, isn't it interesting?"

There are descriptions of the dishes on the menu.

This store only chooses Tan sheep from Ningxia, and the live sheep are delivered to the store every week for eating and slaughtering.

Soon, a big-armed chef came in, calling himself Master Zhou, wearing a T-shirt with a towel on his shoulders.

There were two fellow-like people from behind who brought up a leg of lamb, fresh raw leg of lamb.

"Spicy or five-spice, tender or charred, we can do it all. Slice it on the spot, make it on the spot and eat it on the spot. You can also eat it with Yuye spring wine. This wine is best for mutton."

This master Zhou has real skills, holding a large kitchen knife, and slashing a few times along the muscle texture of the leg of lamb.

The leg of lamb was cut in two.

"According to your instructions, the five-spice one on the left should be tender, and the spicy one on the right should be burnt."

His movements are steady and fast enough.

The lamb shank was sliced ​​neatly, but within 5 minutes, the meat was grilled on the iron plate.

There is an iron plate in the middle of the dining table, and the heat is controlled very cleverly.

The fire in the first half is more intense, and Master Zhou distributes the roasted first to a few people.

He habitually wanted to distribute the meat to Chen Ming first, and Chen Ming's clothes were the most expensive among them.

Respect clothes first, then people.

Chen Ming was not happy: "For the person in charge, today I invite Brother Song."

Master Zhou was stunned for a moment, and quickly came to his senses. He brought the meat to Yang Song, still muttering in his heart: Brother Song's clothes are too simple. next?
Of course Yang Song knows Master Zhou's psychology, he has encountered it too many times, and he is used to it, but he still enjoys it, anyway, he just likes to wear simple clothes.

The quality of Tan lamb in Ningxia is really good, and this chef Zhou can also roast it. The meat is crispy and the spices are sprinkled with enough flavor.

Yang Song and Chen Ming were not full.

Chen Ming, Meng Shihan, and Shen Huaizhao ate half full: "Enough is enough, I don't want to eat."

Yang Song wasn't even half full, so he only took three bites: "Take a break."

Dexing Cuisine Club's Wu Chi Mutton has always been a big hit, and the atmosphere of the people who come to eat is very hot.

The four people who came here today did not eat enthusiastically at all, they were too gentle, and they didn’t even show the expressions of “It’s delicious and delicious, it’s worthy of Wu Chi Mutton for a table of 5 yuan”.

Master Zhou went back to the lounge, still wondering.

Other cooks:

"Hey, Lao Zhou, why did you come back so soon?"

"In such a short time, it's impossible to finish roasting the mutton?"

"You didn't roast the meat and let the guests drive you back, did you?"

Master Zhou: "Fart your grandma, I will roast the meat? There is something wrong with the guests who came today."

Lao Zhou continued to mutter in his heart: especially the young man who was sitting in the main seat and dressed in simple and honest, he ate the roast lamb I made, not only did not feel delicious, he even frowned, why?
(End of this chapter)