Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 989 I Really Just Learned

"But I just learned how to make cakes for three days." Yang Song raised three trembling fingers.

Only three days, he is at the level of a top baker?
Even if he is the man who will become the King of Kitchen God in the future, he still can't help it.

If it's a certain dish, it's ok.

But this is a cake, a dessert.

He is a chef with a background in baking gluten, how can he make a cake so flattering?
Meng Shihan, Chen Ming, Meng Shijia, and Shen Huaizhao yelled at him together: "So what? You carefully weigh your cooking skills and become a top baker in three days. To you, we are not surprised at all."

Yang Song: ...

"Is this speaking human language? I'm just a mortal after all."

Didn't call the system, it also came out:

"Master host, your knife skills, seasoning, and heat are all at the master level, especially the knife skill and seasoning are at the top master level. You are already infinitely close to the chef. When you improve the heat, you will be the three masters. Get any dish that exists on the earth in the shortest time."

"Now that you are the two masters, it is really not surprising that you have reached the level of the world's top baker in three days. Please don't make a fuss, Lord Host, this is your strength."

Yang Song: "System, but I really didn't know much about desserts before. I haven't eaten many desserts since I was a child. Suddenly, I'm actually a top baker. I'm a little bit powerless. Do you understand?"

system:……

"Honestly speaking, this system can't understand it. It's hard for you people on Earth to understand, and it's even harder for you Chinese people to understand. And this system needs to be corrected. Host, you are only at the level of a top baker now, not that you have become a top baker After all, you can only make one type of cake now, and you have only made this type of cake, if you want to become a top baker, you need to know how to make more cakes."

Yang Song: "It seems that Baifeng Pavilion has not held a party for a long time. I can open a cake exhibition and invite many dessert lovers to come and taste it."

System: "The host triggers a hidden mission and successfully holds a cake exhibition. This system has mysterious rewards. Please work hard on the host."

"What mysterious reward? The last time I was asked to conquer the young and old groups in Los Angeles, what is the progress of my mission? Is it completed? Will I be rewarded?"

"Conquer the old and young groups in Los Angeles. The host has already completed the children's group, but the elderly group has not yet been completed. 29 more people need to be conquered. Please continue to work hard on the host."

There are only 29 elderly people missing.

Yang Song: "Twice it was said to be a mysterious reward. I want to see what the mysterious reward is. If it doesn't surprise me, it won't satisfy me. This host feels that a certain system should have no face to see me again."

System: Thieves outside Aix love to eat...

"What do you mean?"

"In principle, the system cannot insult the host."

"Hehe, so, you posted a bunch of Martian texts, and complained about me in disguise?"

The system does not speak, the default.

"Okay, you wait!"

Yang Song can remember very clearly that many elderly people like to eat desserts, but they have been afraid to eat them because they are worried about the three highs.

Then he will make enough healthy and delicious cakes, which can not only attract the elderly, but also complete the cake exhibition.

He likes killing two birds with one stone and killing two birds with one stone.

"Songsong, what's the matter with you?" Meng Shihan was a little worried. Yang Song had always had a habit of suddenly fighting between heaven and man, as if he was communicating with some kind of person in the void, and his expression changed strangely.

"It's okay." Yang Song said, "Do you really think the cake I made is delicious?"

"of course."

"Who else is better than you?"

"It must be tasty."

"It's you, it's you, it's you."

Yang Song simply said: "Then let's open a cake exhibition, no, it should be called a cake banquet, and invite dessert lovers to taste the cakes. I will leave it to them to comment on how the cakes I made taste like."

Unexpectedly, with the affirmation of more than 100 of them, Yang Song was still so stubborn.

"Okay, I'll start preparing right now, but Songsong, you have to tell me what size cake banquet is going to be. I have to draw a range and determine the number of people to invite to taste." Meng Shihan's suggestion is very pragmatic.

"I plan to make 600 kinds of cakes, and I will make two to three of each cake, that is, two hundred to three hundred cakes. Let's invite [-] people so that they won't be overwhelmed."

Meng Shihan took a picture of the phone into the water glass: "Are you serious? No one in China has ever held a dessert banquet for so many people."

Yang Song: "Look at my eyes, yes, I am serious, and I require at least 600 of the 100 people to be over 50 years old."

"You still invite the elderly? Aren't most of them unable to eat sweets?" Chen Ming's father, Chen Dahai, is not very fond of sweets.

"Other cakes may not work, but Baifengge's cakes are definitely good. The cakes I make are delicious, and the most important thing is health."

Cooking, the most important thing is to maintain a healthy body, followed by wonderful enjoyment.Yang Song wants to achieve the coexistence of both.

Chen Ming: "Then my parents can come and eat?"

Yang Song said again: "Carefully screen the candidates, our cake banquet is free this time."

Meng Shijia's hands were trembling: "Brother-in-law, let's just charge 2000 yuan for the ticket?"

Two thousand one person, 600 people is 12 yuan.

Brother-in-law is short of money.

Yang Song said: "These 600 people must choose those who really love desserts."

"Naturally." Meng Shihan said, "No less than 300 people can be selected from the Yang family's army, and if there are elderly people over 160 years old, there are still 200 people left."

Yang Song said again: "The 100 people who came to eat today will not be given places."

"why?"

"They don't give serious advice." Yang Song felt that he was played with by the scumbag.

Those diners who said they wanted to give advice failed him.

"Go prepare 4 sheets of A[-] white paper and a pen. From the moment you enter the door, send the paper to them and ask them to give suggestions. Pay for the cake." Yang Song said.

He couldn't believe that he couldn't control those who only gave answers to panacea.

Chen Mingdao: "I thought those 600 people were the lucky ones."

Meng Shijia: "It's too miserable. They all graduated and still have to write a small composition."

Shen Huaizhao: "The composition of the college entrance examination is only [-] words, but Brother Song, you can write [-] words on the paper."

Meng Shihan: "Songsong, are you sure?"

Yang Song: "I'm sure, as a chef, my goal is to become the king of chefs. The only people who can help me are diners. If diners don't give advice, it's hard for me to know what's wrong with my cooking. If I can't find the problem, I can't solve the problem, and if I can't solve the problem, I can't improve my cooking skills, and I will never allow this to happen."

Just after finishing speaking, Yang Song corrected himself: "I don't allow this kind of thing to continue to happen. I strive to be a qualified chef king, and my diners must also strive to be qualified diners."

Later generations asked: What was the most difficult thing in your time?
The answer: diners of Baifeng Pavilion.

Countless followers:
That is, to enjoy the food, you have to write a small composition, and you have to write it by hand.

I haven't written for many years, and I always feel that my handwriting is not worthy of describing the wonderful food.

It is so beautiful and delicious, and it can bring people the ultimate enjoyment of food, but the chef insists on asking us for advice.

We are too difficult.

(End of this chapter)