Chapter 909

"If that chef Baiwei's clear soup tastes similar to mine, he must have made a mistake." Yang Song affirmed.

"Although I stewed a poor soup, I know what's wrong with this pot of soup and how to improve it. I know better what it should taste when I stew again."

Yang Song's cooking attitude has always been so strict and clear.

Even if he doesn't know, once he knows, he will make this dish to the extent he wants.

No matter how much diners praise delicious, delicious, he always insists.

"You say good food doesn't count, I say it." More than once, Yang Song disagreed with the diners.

Not far away, but near.

"This sugar gourd is really delicious." Everything you eat is good.

"Not yet. It's not delicious enough to serve the menu." Yang Song didn't taste it, so he couldn't say it.

"It's all right, really!"

"There's a big problem. That dish didn't even volatilize half of its delicacy. In fact, it was a failure." Yang Song still has an iron head.

Zhao lucky, who has been thinking about since noon, is very sad: can't I eat everything again? Can't you eat?

Yang Song said, "it's still possible to eat towel gourd. After all, it's the best time. I'll practice more, but don't hold too much hope. There are too many dishes to practice recently."

That's the truth.

And the pee pill in front of you.

"We all feel that this is the food in heaven. No, it's more delicious than the food in heaven. Why do you still think it's not good?"

"It's not delicious, but it's not good. You can't get on the menu. It's so simple." Yang Song's insistence makes people want to beat him. Diners want to complain about the delicious food denied by Yang Song.

Just like now, Zhao lucky holds the bowl and yells at the pee cow pill: "I'm sorry for you. You're so delicious!"

"The cook who made you despises you!"

"Why does he despise you? Why? Does he make you?"

Yang Song is very qualified.

Chen Ming's eyes looking at Yang Song are full of sadness.

Even Shen Huaizhao looked at him with a grudge of being cheated by a scum man.

"Xiao Han, say something." Yang song can't stand it.

What do everyone want to do?

What did he do?

"Honey, I'm also wronged for Qingtang." Meng Shihan was not willing to put the bowl down.

"Woof, woof, woof!" Xiao Si also joined in the fun outside the door.

Yang Song laughed angrily: "well, I'll hang another pot of soup tomorrow. Let's put the pee Pill on the menu the day after tomorrow. Can you eat it then?"

Explain everything with facts.

Yang Song created delicious food countless times, which shocked people. He couldn't help shouting at the blue sky: "it's really delicious!"

After that, it was Yang Song, who personally made those delicious foods more delicious.

In this way, he created myths and broke them with his own hands to create more legendary myths.

Originally, everyone should be used to this kind of Yang Song.

But who makes everyone mortal?

It's amazing that an ordinary person can create a myth in his life.

Yang song seems to have turned myth into daily life.

On the menu of Baifeng Pavilion, all the people who have eaten the delicious food can say: no one makes it better than brother song!

This is the truth.

Others are more confident: "this dish has been delicious to the extreme. Even if the gods come to earth, it will taste like this."

Yang Song doesn't think so. He can make ordinary people think the ultimate delicacy is more extreme.

"Not the most delicious, only more delicious."

Zhao lucky licked his bowl and wanted to lick the pot: "I think the pee cow pill now is the most delicious pee cow pill."

Chen Ming raised his hand: "add one."

Meng Shijia: "add one."

……

One for all.

People can't get along with Yang Song for Yang Song's pee pill.

Yang Song was speechless and could only use his killer mace: "it's late. Clean up quickly, rest early, and open a shop tomorrow."

"Brother in law, tomorrow morning, how about we have pee pills?" Meng Shijia found that there was still the remaining clear soup.

The rest of the clear soup is limited. Although it can't be sold, it can make breakfast for several of their internal employees.

"I can't eat." Yang Song said, "the clear soup is not good. The heat is not enough."

"What are you going to do with the rest of the clear soup?" Chen Ming said cautiously. "Can't you throw it away?"

Yang Song said, "it seems too wasteful to throw it away."

The crowd nodded wildly: just give them food.

Yang Song added, "I can only wronged Xiao Si and eat noodles in soup."

Click, click

Several people's hearts were broken all over the ground, blown by the wind on the summer night, and there was sad rain all over the sky.

"OK, don't be sad. I'll cook you small wonton tomorrow morning." Yang Song comforted.

"Brother song, I think Xiao Si doesn't like noodles. You can give it to me." At this time, Chen Ming fully displayed the greedy face and sinister heart of the capitalists.

"Wang Wang..." Xiao Si was unhappy.

"Brother in law, you are my brother-in-law. I promise you that you will enter the door smoothly on the day you marry my sister. There will never be a trace of obstruction. I will stand at the door and say welcome."

"Boss, I can help you and sister Han take care of the baby in the future." Shen Huaizhao said.

Zhao lucky looked around and said, "I'll give you a big red envelope. I promise my wedding gift will be the thickest."

It depends on whether the gift money is thick or not.

Local tyrants should bleed. According to the Convention, there should be flowers, applause and cheers here.

Zhao fortunately found that it was not.

No one responded.

Not no reaction, but no cold at all.

"What's going on?" Zhao lucky can't understand. He used to say big red envelopes. Isn't that the other party's reaction?

Shen Huaizhao sighed: "I'm the poorest person here, and I don't think your proposal has any temptation."

"Sister Huai Zhao, the poorest one is me." Meng Shijia pointed to the menu, focusing on the price of the dishes: "can you see clearly that my brother-in-law is short of money?"

Chen Ming was most unhappy: "I will make your red envelope thicker than me? Who do you look down on?"

He also has a father.

Zhao lucky stretched out his hands, rubbed his face and inserted it into his trouser pocket: "I'm wrong. I'll wash the dishes later and compensate everyone."

Yang Song smiled: "no, don't take it to heart."

They all know that Zhao lucky expresses his sincerity by giving red envelopes.

Meng Shijia pointed to himself: "I wash the dishes. Don't rob me of my job."

He is now a happy dishwasher in Baifeng Pavilion.

Although Yang Song has a lot of black technology here and washing dishes is very simple, it does not prevent Meng Shijia from falling in love with washing dishes.

Only by washing dishes here can he eat delicious food.

Especially those delicious foods that don't exist on the menu.

Although Meng Shijia is a dandy, his intuition is very keen: "follow his brother-in-law, there will be good days in the future!"