Chapter 912

What are you doing?

Yezawa Yixiong wants to see Yang Song: "say hello to the people of the Chinese Food Association and find a way to let Yang Song come to what country. I want to see him with my own eyes."

Nodawa Haidou disagreed: "father, you don't have to meet such a small man. He is as ordinary as straw."

"I just love talent."

"You're just too broad and peaceful."

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It seems that it is a great honor for Yang Song to be called and waved by them.

Across thousands of mountains and rivers, Yang Song didn't even sneeze. This night, he slept soundly because he was too tired.

When he woke up in the morning, Yang Song wanted to stay in bed for the first time.

This is a rare laziness when he embarked on the road of becoming a kitchen god.

But in the end, Yang song just rubbed on the pillow and got up.

"Today's me is still a powerful me!"

"Every day is a day to admire yourself. Come on!"

"I'm a man who wants to be a kitchen god."

Yang Song gave himself a wave of chicken blood, changed his clothes and went out for a run.

He runs a different route every week.

Different routes, different breakfasts.

The diners of Baifeng Pavilion don't know that their SongGe is quietly eating all the breakfast stalls in Los Angeles behind their backs.

To see a city's food culture, it depends on whether his breakfast has many patterns and tastes good.

Little Los Angeles doesn't run everywhere. Yang song really doesn't know that there are delicious food from all over the world.

Yang Song has eaten a lot of foreign food.

If it's really foreign food, it's not quite right.

It's like beef noodles. There are people in Shaanxi who sell beef noodles in the morning.

Yang Song used to have a light and simple breakfast since childhood.

In Los Angeles, I don't know how many migrant workers have solved breakfast by adding a steamed stuffed bun and an egg in the morning. They are too busy to even buy a cup of porridge.

Yang Song, who got up early enough to cheer himself up, walked into the beef noodle shop and ate not only a bowl of beef noodle, but also a rougamo.

Roujiamo's bittern is very good, with charming soy sauce flavor. It also cuts onions and chopped green peppers, sprinkles coriander, and is very enjoyable with beef noodles.

Yang Song went there for three days in a row and tried beef steamed bun.

We ate beef noodles together in 996. He was a middle-aged man. Although he had a beer belly and counted his hair, his face was clean and could not see the spirit of depression at all.

He was even a little happy: "I was busy all day yesterday. I'll be busy later today. I can eat such delicious beef noodles and rougamo. I'll have a glass of rock sugar chrysanthemum tea later. I can definitely get off work early tonight."

Ordinary people hope to get off work early every day.

"My son has a holiday. I have to hurry up to accompany him, or he will go to summer class in two days."

Adults are busy and children are busy.

"Hard work is a little hard, but it's nothing." Jiu96 said, "eat well, work well, and everyone in the family is good."

996 is the most common representative of migrant workers at present. They only wear the most dirt resistant black or dark blue. They don't pay attention to the cloth. The version only needs to be loose and comfortable.

They don't need to do their hair. If it's not necessary, they don't even need to do any styling.

Just enjoy the most smoky happiness.

Yang Song, who has a string of zeros, feels very kind to hear about these trivial lives.

Back then, he was a whirlwind.

Either in class or working, what I want most every day is a dream of waking up naturally.

Yang Song had a hard time. In retrospect, he didn't feel hard, but admired himself at that time.

"Everything will get better."

"Yes, that's the truth." Jiu96 swallowed the last mouthful of noodle soup, took his own chrysanthemum herbal tea and smiled at Yang Song: "young man, you are very good. You have to have a good breakfast every day."

"OK, I remember." Yang Song said with a smile.

Ninety-nine six said to go, and hurried away.

They don't need to know each other, and they don't need to know each other's name. They have a high probability that they won't meet again in the future.

Yang Song is in a good mood.

This intersection between strangers is actually very beautiful. There is no need to say superfluous words.

Yang Song is going to have egg dumplings this morning.

Egg dumpling is easy to understand. It is another kind of dumpling with egg skin and stuffing.

Cooked, steamed or fried, golden, the egg skin is soft and tender, with the unique fragrance of the egg. It is very delicious with the meat filling.

Egg dumpling is a kind of delicious food that makes people feel soft from the heart.

There is a small shop selling egg dumplings. There are only three tables. Guests come in to make a small bench and eat together.

Everyone is a bowl of white rice porridge or a bowl of millet porridge, just this golden egg dumpling.

There is only one kind of stuffing for egg dumplings in this store, that is, pork and eggs, and more probably onion, ginger and garlic.

The shop is small, but clean and tastes better.

Yang Song asked for six egg dumplings. He ate happily and drank the white rice porridge.

He had almost eaten, but he still wanted six more.

"Forget it. You can't eat too much in the morning. It's easy to get sleepy." Before leaving, Yang Song still used to pack one for his daughter-in-law to take back.

He brought nine to Meng Shihan.

There's nothing wrong. Yang Song plans to let Meng Shihan eat more.

"Lose weight every day. What's good for losing weight?" Yang Song muttered, "what's good about being too thin? It affects the feel."

Yang Song plans to feed Meng Shihan fuller.

"It's just that breakfast is not enough. We have to find a way to make Xiaohan eat more in the future."

Meng Shihan is a very standard model figure, figure management, Miss Meng is moving towards the S-type.

Beautiful is beautiful, especially the small Manyao, like willows, quite amorous.

Yang Song held his daughter-in-law's small Manyao. He was distressed and wanted to make up for Meng Shihan.

But Meng Shihan is not fat. She has strong self-control.

"If you eat more and eat twice a day, I don't believe you can't grow meat." Yang Song wants a daughter-in-law who doesn't care.

Carrying egg dumplings back, Meng Shihan came out early to pick him up.

She didn't get up as early as Yang Song. She also exercised and took a bath.

Their living habits are stable.

Yang song does morning exercises first, eats after morning exercises, and then brings Meng Shihan a copy.

Meng Shihan had breakfast. Yang Song immediately took a shower and went downstairs. It was time to prepare breakfast.

"Make egg dumplings today." Yang Song wanted to make egg dumplings yesterday. The filling was pickled before taking a bath.

Egg dumplings are actually egg and meat.

This process is actually very grinding. It's not easy to make every egg dumpling.

It needs a good handle and accurate grasp of the heat.

Sprinkle oil in the small pot, spread it evenly, turn it into a circle, pour in an appropriate amount of egg liquid, then shake the pot surface to evenly heat the egg liquid, then put the meat stuffing in, wrap the stuffing with solidified egg skin, and then turn both sides to make the egg dumpling take shape.

The first processing procedure is completed.

It's easy to say. It sounds simpler.