Chapter 902

Nowadays, the Internet is developed, and there is never a lack of people who like food.

So coincidentally, Yang Song went to the vegetable market, and Tian Tian's fans also went to the vegetable market. They also happened to appear in the same vegetable market.

Although I didn't meet him at first, this fan recognized Yang song when he was going to cook, and bravely took a few potatoes, appeared at the stove near Yang Song and took photos quietly.

Finally, with French fries, he appeared on the same table with Yang Song and successfully grabbed two chopsticks.

It's exactly two courses, one with chopsticks.

It can be said that it was quite successful.

This fan has a good name, Zhao lucky. He is a food lover with a flat head and a cook.

But Zhao lucky is a wild cook.

He doesn't have a stable job. What he has been doing is walking around with his luggage and eating and drinking.

Zhao lucky didn't go anywhere. He had to go to the local food market and the best local restaurants or small stalls.

He didn't intend to come to Los Angeles, but there is Yang Song in Los Angeles.

Zhao lucky found Yang Song through the Internet. At the beginning, he actually ignored it and didn't believe that Yang Song had real skills.

However, with the deepening of understanding, Zhao lucky felt that Yang song might really have some skills.

He decided to explore Yang Song's background.

When he dozed off, he came to the pillow. As soon as he arrived in Los Angeles, he let him meet Yang Song.

The two chopsticks were perfect, which made Zhao lucky: "it's really powerful to make home-made dishes so blameless!"

Zhao lucky sincerely wants to call Yang Song. Of course, he didn't call export rashly in the vegetable market. It's bad if he attracts the whole vegetable market.

Although Yang Song has been watched in the small kitchen.

With respect, Zhao lucky followed closely and ran to Baifeng Pavilion. Then he didn't line up at noon and couldn't get in to eat at all.

He had to wait until the evening.

Worried about missing the queue again, Zhao lucky simply didn't leave Baifeng Pavilion. He strolled around the food street and returned to the gate of Baifeng pavilion every half an hour.

This perseverance, if you can't eat delicious food, you will be angry and resentful.

For the first two hours, Zhao lucky was very leisurely until Baifeng Pavilion began to float the fragrance outside.

It's not a very strong fragrance, but a faint one. If it seems to be nothing, it's like a beautiful woman. They are hidden in the deep wall courtyard for fear of being seen by the disciples.

It is this euphemism that still embraces the Pipa and half covers the face, which makes people pay more attention to their hearts and lungs.

Beauty must be beautiful, and the smell is really fragrant.

"It seems to have the smell of cow bones, but it doesn't seem to be." Zhao lucky didn't go anywhere else. He camped at the gate of Baifeng Pavilion, stretching his neck or even his nose to make him smell.

At the same time, Xiao Si'er at the gate of the backyard also stretched his neck and nose to make him smell.

If someone takes a picture, you will find that Zhao lucky and Xiao Si have the same style.

Quite similar.

After lunch, Chen Ming moved a small bench and sat down, staring at Yang Song.

Meng Shijia also wanted to follow suit. His sister lost her mop and said, "work hard and add food to you tonight."

Meng Shihan will continue to analyze the business situation of Baifeng Pavilion, which is a long-term and meticulous work and can't be careless.

Shen Huaizhao is busy doing her homework. She cherishes the opportunity to study and has to get a scholarship. She works much harder than other students.

Yang Song's kitchen is three meters away, which is the safe distance.

Chen Ming's small bench is at the junction of the three meter line, where he can see clearly without disturbing Yang Song.

It is said that this distance was obtained after some scientific calculation. Anyway, the mathematical function was used.

It was at this time that everyone found that Chen Ming not only could eat and have money, but also was a doctor.

Yang Song was surprised at that time: "you are such a doctor that you don't think about making contributions to the society, or pointing out rivers and mountains to promote words, and thinking about eating five meals every day?"

Chen Ming took out a photo at that time. The man in the photo was thin, sharp and gloomy, with a trophy in his hand.

"This is who I was."

"I've taken all the trophies and certificates. It's boring."

"At that time, I poured black coffee without sugar every day, let alone had a good meal. I didn't even sleep for a full meal. I won a grand prize and created some industry. I calculated. I could eat it for the rest of my life. When I died, I put it down."

"Those days were really not lived by people."

Yang Song understood that it was hard work. He looked down on it and simply enjoyed life.

"That's good."

"But you'd better take it easy and don't eat so much."

"Three meals a day is good."

Chen Ming: "I always eat three meals. The others are just snacks and play."

It's too difficult for Chen Ming to give up his appetite. Yang Song wants to paste his face.

Who eats and plays according to a kilo?

However, Yang song now understands that his delicious food is so delicious.

So he should do less now so that they won't support themselves.

Special care must be taken when making clear soup with beef bones and seafood.

Seafood, if used well, is high-grade and delicious. If not, you just want to spit out in the dark with the toilet.

Since then, I broke up with seafood and stayed in the toilet forever.

What Baijiu Yang Song kept in the big iron pot was to boil the cow bones in the cold water. The process only needed pouring wine into it. Yang Song chose Baijiu, directly poured a pot of white wine into it, and did not put any of the onion, ginger and garlic in it.

At this time, Yang song could take a breath. Meng Shihan seemed to have figured it out long ago. He brought him a cup of herbal tea and took him to sit in the chair.

"Drink well, close your eyes and have a rest. I'll give you a massage."

Meng Shihan was born in a big family. She was gifted and intelligent since childhood. Her family worked hard to cultivate her and expected her to make a difference in the future.

Therefore, she knows business management, financial economy, and self-defense by force. She doesn't like massage, which belongs to a little woman.

Anyway, if you have money and need a massage, you can go to a massage parlor or invite a masseur home.

Meng Shihan didn't think there was anything wrong with this before. Trapped in a small yard, being a little woman who only knows love is not her pursuit. She prefers the outside world.

Meng Shihan's mood has changed since he met Yang Song.

"When did you learn to massage?" Yang Song enjoyed it: "good workmanship."

"Just learned." Meng Shihan said gently.

Just learn, give him a massage. It is not difficult to guess that Meng Shihan is for Yang Song to learn.

"You are so busy every day. I learned that I can press it for you at any time." Meng Shihan did not pinch.

In the past, Miss Meng was willing to bend down and massage him. It can be seen that she really loved Yang Song.

"Hard work." Yang Songgang finished, only to find that Meng Shihan said the same thing as him.

"You cook too hard every day." Meng Shihan explained.

The two were considerate of each other. Yang Song couldn't stop the smile on his lips.

Found a good daughter-in-law.