Chapter 920

"Sister Han, will the boss be angry when we do this?" Shen Huaizhao was worried.

Although they are not going to tell Yang Song, what if there is a leak?

Yang Song is a person who wants to be a master. He focuses on cooking. He is magnanimous and noble.

Meng Shihan: "I'm the little woman behind a successful man. If Yang Song wants to be generous, let him be generous. I'll be careful. No one can bully my man!"

Whose little woman speaks so murderously.

"Perfect match!" Chen Ming gave a thumbs up.

"Support my favorite sister."

"Sister Han is so powerful!"

Yang song really doesn't know. He's still studying soup. He hangs a pot of clear soup suitable for peeing cattle balls every day.

In fact, it has been very successful, but he is still not satisfied.

"I want this pot of soup to taste better than ever!"

The diners who come to Baifeng Pavilion for dinner these days are happy and painful.

Yang song specially left a place in the kitchen to hang the soup. The smell of the soup floated in the air.

People can't help salivating when they smell it.

"Eating with such soup, I feel like I have come to heaven."

"I want to live here."

"What is brother song cooking? Why is it so delicious?"

"Isn't the point such delicious food? When will it be on the menu?"

The diners were all crying by Xiang. Yang Song was already standing steadily in the kitchen, staring at his soup calmly.

The day passed and everyone put up with it.

Two days later, everyone is still suffering.

After three, four, five or six days, the diners couldn't stand it.

"More and more fragrant!"

"Every time I finish my meal, I don't want to go."

"When I got out of the store, my stomach screamed."

"Believe it or not, I drowned myself with my own saliva?"

The diners recommended three people, who were still wearing formal clothes. When the business hours were over, they said to Shen Huaizhao, "this is our commission card."

The proclamation was two feet wide and spread out for six meters. It was carefully signed with many names and red fingerprints.

"We solemnly apply to Baifeng Pavilion on behalf of 3693 new and old diners in Baifeng Pavilion."

"What is brother song cooking?"

"When is the menu scheduled?"

"Do you need an appointment?"

"How do I make an appointment?"

They are greedy and want to eat.

Shen Huaizhao was so serious that she thought something had happened.

What else can diners think?

They just want to eat.

Yang Song is hanging clear soup, which is specially prepared for scattered urine beef balls.

When the clear soup is successful, when to pee beef balls.

Shen Huaizhao doesn't know what kind of clear soup Yang Song wants to hang out.

She couldn't answer the diner's questions.

"I'll ask."

Yang Song is obsessed with high soup. There is only this pot of soup in his world.

How do you stew the beef bones in the soup? When do the seafood have to be cooked?

Under what condition can the ingredients of this pot be more perfectly integrated?

The taste is layered, harmonious and unified, and the freshness of pee cow pills should be stimulated to the greatest extent.

This pot of soup must be wonderful, but it can't steal the limelight of peeing beef balls.

While Yang Song is hanging the soup, he is also refining the pee pill.

Meng Shihan stood at the kitchen door and looked at Yang Song. Yang Song was still cooking soup with great concentration.

Five minutes later, Meng Shihan went out to meet three representatives.

They are familiar with each other and easy to talk.

"I can only tell you that Yang Song is still studying and has not succeeded. When he studies it, this dish will be on the menu. He hasn't spoken much for nearly ten days. It's not suitable to disturb him now." Meng Shihan said.

Yang Song is normal except cooking during business hours. At other times, he is crazy.

"It's like another form of closure."

The deputies understood and went back to announce the news in the large group of Yang Jiajun.

"Brother song is closed. He is studying hard on the mountain of delicious food and waiting to give us delicious food. Don't disturb brother song and bear it again."

Such a supernatural explanation is too mysterious.

It sounds like a man and a woman saying, "I'm going back to the gamma galaxy. When the next era comes, the spacecraft will pick me up. Then we'll be together again."

Who would believe it?

Yang Jiajun believes.

"Woo woo, brother song is too hard."

"For us, brother song is not easy."

"Everybody block up your nose and bear it again."

Smelling the smell of clear soup, everyone's saliva can't stop at all.

However, do not smell?

That's impossible.

"Can't eat, don't let me smell?"

"How can that work?"

The diners continued to smell the fragrance, painful and happy.

"On the bright side, we'll eat this one day."

"I'm really curious. Is brother song cooking a big dish like man Han banquet?"

"I don't think so. This must be a more delicious dish than the man Han banquet."

"Although you haven't eaten man Han banquet, have you?"

"Brother song will let us eat it sooner or later."

Diners are so confident in Yang Song.

Yang Song also lived up to them.

Finally, on an ordinary midsummer night, Yang Song showed a satisfied smile towards the soup pot.

"We can have pee pills tonight."

It was really an ordinary night.

People in Baifeng pavilion have eaten noodles in soup for several days.

Although the taste is very good, it's not a pee pill.

Most importantly, Yang Song didn't cook noodles in soup.

Compared with diners, the people in Baifeng pavilion are more difficult to endure. They live in the fragrance of clear soup from morning to night and know that Yang Song is preparing to pee beef balls.

Just can't eat.

Now, finally.

Yang Song made the pee pill with the fastest speed, and then cooked it in the pot.

Each person has a small casserole.

Meng Shihan and others were so excited and trembling that they didn't even dare to open the lid.

"The pee pill I studied has a completely different feeling from eating it hot and cold."

Chen Ming was the first to open the lid and saw the dense pee pills inside. He smiled with satisfaction.

"Luckily not five."

The enamel spoon reached the ball and touched it, and the ball bounced open.

"How dare you play like that?"

Chen Ming couldn't help playing again. The ball was more lively.

"It seems more elastic than before, and the skin is smoother."

I couldn't help digging one into my mouth. One bite.

Pop juice, more like pop pulp!

It used to be fireworks, but now it is the century fireworks show.

The most authentic flavor of beef and the freshness and sweetness of pissing shrimp have been greatly sublimated.

"I used to eat fake beef, fake shrimp and fake balls!"

The most amazing thing is that the pee cow ball is obviously very hot, but it was bitten, and the filling inside burst, but the juice didn't burn the tongue.

"How did you do it?"

"I can even feel the shrimp alive in my mouth."