Chapter 930

There are two things that cannot be mentioned in front of women.

The other is sun Shaoan. He looks lively and has snow-white skin. Especially his ears look like dumplings. He is very lucky and prefers long shirts.

When they met, they made clear the rules. Yang Song and Zhang Xin had a table, and the challenge began.

After eleven o'clock, the food street is still crowded.

"Do you think only you have soup?" Zhang Xin disdained a smile and took out three bowls of soup from the black jar.

The soup in the black enamel bottle is actually solidified.

The knowledgeable see it.

"This is Lao Tang, at least for a day and a night, and solidified in the cold store, each bowl is the essence."

"Not to mention anything else, Zhang Xin won the first step in these bowls of old soup alone."

"Unfortunately, Zhang Xin is eager to make money. He only cares about expanding the store and completely forgets his duty of cooking."

"I also went to the head office of the meatball king. I haven't seen the shadow of this old soup twice in a row."

"How difficult it is to make a pot of old soup. People need to keep staring at it without sleep. There can be no mistakes at all."

"The branch over there in Xicheng actually uses high soup powder."

"Yang Song, a young man, I've heard of him several times. It's the first time I've seen him with my own eyes. How much real skill does he have?"

"Too young!"

Yang Song is already famous in Los Angeles, but it is mainly active in the circle of young people.

Old chefs always think so when they hear about it.

"Which net is popular again? It's all a show."

"It won't last long."

I didn't see it with my own eyes and didn't trust the online red group, so that the Los Angeles Food Association couldn't find Yang Song's bright star for the first time.

But it's not too late.

Liu Haiyang was shocked when Yang Song began to beat the minced beef.

"This young man has solid basic skills!"

Chefs belong to diligence. What is diligence?

To put it bluntly, diligence is indispensable.

The culinary world is not without geniuses.

Most geniuses are arrogant. What others can do in three or two years can be done in a month or even a week.

This creates the tragedy of genius.

There is no room for opportunism in cooking, even if some people go smoothly at the beginning with their talents.

The more you go to the back, the easier it is to reflect the shortcomings of genius.

It's amazing at the beginning, but it can't reach the peak later.

This is the tragedy of genius.

A good cook has solid basic skills, which is the prerequisite for the final victory.

"He looks like an old cook with at least forty years of experience." Liu Haiyang was surprised.

Yang Song is so skillful.

Everything on the cooking table seemed to listen to him directly.

"The beating of beef puree is good, light and moderate, and the strength is not wasted at all. The beaten beef puree seems to have been accurately measured with a ruler."

"And shrimp putty. How did he do it?"

"I smell the sweetness of shrimp here."

"Look at his pot of clear soup!"

Liu Haiyang almost couldn't help standing up.

Yang Song uses the clear soup left over from the evening.

There will be soup left today because he wants to make a new pasta and needs clear soup as the bottom.

And, uh huh, uh huh.

Xiao Si's dinner can only be prepared again.

Yang Song cooked the pee ox balls in an orderly way, divided them into three bowls and raised his right hand: "I'm finished."

Bang Dang!

Zhang Xin smashed the shrimp opening the line in his hand: "how could you?"

The three porcelain bowls in front of Yang Song are emitting white smoke.

Clouds and mist are swirling, as if Immortal Qi were added to the body.

"Why?" Zhang Xin asked himself that although he did make a lot of money and didn't cook seriously in the past six months, he had made pee cow pills for many years. He just played games with Xiaomi at will in the past six months.

I don't know how time goes by. He was not the original ball king for a long time.

"No! Don't take it. I haven't finished yet!" Zhang Xin shouted.

He forgot that before the competition, he still made his own rules. Whoever did it first would give it to the judges immediately.

In the middle of the night, the judges must be hungry and need a bowl of hot pee pills.

Hungry people eat more delicious food.

Whoever makes it first takes advantage.

Zhang Xin thought he could do it first, but Yang Song did it first.

"Order your face. You set the rules yourself." Meng Shijia shouted.

Meng Shijia, the rich second generation who has always been cynical and playful, has found himself a good man since he came to Baifeng Pavilion.

There are too many bad people outside.

As for the stupid things he did in the past, young master Meng blamed them on his ignorance.

Now he is sensible and a good boy with a sense of justice.

"When did I make the rules?" Zhang Xin wants to default.

Such shameless people don't need Yang Song at all.

Meng Shijia pressed several times on the mobile phone screen.

"I think we should make a rule before the game. Who should do it first..."

It's Zhang Xin's voice and picture.

"Isn't this your twin brother?" Meng Shijia said again.

Zhang Xin really wanted to recognize it: "it seems that I do have a twin brother."

"Some face!" Chen Ming couldn't stand it: "you are obviously the only child. It's really appropriate to discredit your father?"

"The three judges are still there. Don't treat everyone as a fool, will you?"

The three judges raised their heads with bowls and looked at the crowd first: what happened?

Then he looked at the moon in the sky and the clean bowl in his hand: "it's too delicious. How can you finish it?"

Finally came to the conclusion: "too little, how can you give only six?"

Yang Song said, "you guys will taste chef Zhang's craft later."

He has to save some stomach for the judges.

Otherwise, Yang Song will really make a big bowl for each of the judges.

Judges: "we can finish eating."