Chapter 941

Tick, tick, tick

Meng Shijia's saliva came out: "brother-in-law, you let me taste a cup. I haven't drunk plum wine yet."

Yang Song smiled at him, raised his neck and drank the wine in the pot.

Gudong, Gudong!

Meng Shijia is distressed. Shixiang wine is so precious. Even if everyone is assigned a pot, he is careful to sip it bit by bit. Even if there is luxury, a SIP is in his mouth, full of taste.

It's really outrageous to blow directly into the bottle like Yang Song.

Yang Song put down the wine pot and said, "good wine, you'd better drink it like this."

Meng Shijia: of course I know. Who is willing to drink like this?

Yang Song added, "I'd better brew it myself and drink it as I want."

"Brother in law, I learn!"

Meng Shijia began to learn to make noodles. Besides cleaning, he kneaded noodles from morning to night.

The absent-minded young master starts with kneading the right dough.

Yang Song taught for three days before Meng Shijia kneaded the dough into shape.

In these three days, Meng Shijia has produced half a basin of flour water countless times.

He doesn't understand the ratio of water to noodles.

Or, make a pile of flour slag.

"The dough you knead is to make noodles, not chalk. What are you doing?" Yang Song said nearby, or demonstrated by himself, watching Meng Shijia fail again and again.

"Brother in law, can't you remind me when I pour too much?"

"No, cooking depends on feeling. You have to catch it yourself. I can't put you into dogma. It's more stupid to solidify your thinking."

Meng Shijia had to continue to fail again and again.

Yang Song asked people to send a bag of flour to the kitchen every day: "practice well today."

Meng Shijia a bag of noodles every day.

When he crumpled it, he poured it into a large water tank. Yang song would find a way to turn those dry and wet noodles into delicious food.

No matter how Meng Shijia destroys, Yang Song has a way.

I'm not afraid of waste.

Just a free stall was set up at the door of Baifeng Pavilion.

Sometimes it's coarse grain pancakes, sometimes it's all kinds of cakes.

Otherwise, they can't finish the food made of a bag of noodles by themselves.

Sometimes it's so thin that Yang song just makes a pot of pimple soup.

Such days lasted for half a month.

There are many things to make, but there are no noodles.

Until one sunny summer afternoon, Yang Song woke up from his nap and saw his brother-in-law standing in front of the chopping board.

Well, tears filled my eyes.

"What's the matter?"

Yang Song approached and saw several noodles of the same width and completely different thickness on the chopping board.

The noodles are like broken biscuits.

Biscuits are still that biscuit, but not just biscuits.

"How did you do it?"

In principle, width is more difficult than thickness.

"Brother in law, I did it."

"I see. How did you do it?"

"Brother in law, I did it."

"Yes, you did. How did you..."

Yang Song doesn't have to ask. He saw a ruler, a forty centimeter one.

"Brother in law, I compare with a ruler to ensure that each noodle is 1.5cm."

He's proud.

"And opportunism." Yang Song is not very happy.

"No ruler?" Meng Shijia was hurt. He thought he was smart this time.

Yang Song knows what's going on.

He wants Meng Shijia to really learn how to cook noodles, which is also his ability to make a living.

Meng Shijia just wanted to get the secret recipe of Shixiang wine by cooking noodles.

Yang song can't let Meng Shijia know his real plan, otherwise the boy will definitely quit.

"Brother in law, the property of our Meng family is enough for me to lie down and win. My father said long ago that as long as I don't make trouble, he will burn incense and worship the Buddha."

"Your father's expectations of you are real and unique."

Meng's father put the hope of the Meng family on Meng Shihan.

Meng Shihan tried to help Meng Shijia more than once, but he didn't succeed.

Yang Song wants to try.

"If you can't use a ruler, just practice well."

"Take out the iron pestle and grind it into a needle."

"Make a bowl of noodles like me and let everyone say good."

Meng Shijia was shocked: "brother-in-law, don't bully people."

Yang Song:

Meng Shijia: "brother-in-law, I'm so old. You made the most delicious noodles. You asked me to make noodles like you. I think you're biting me!"

Yang Song: "you haven't tried again. How do you know you can't?"

"You invite chefs from all over Los Angeles to make noodles at your level."

Yang Song thought carefully: really no one can do it.

"Brother-in-law, you cook openly every day, watch and learn from anyone, just because no one can learn?" Meng Shijia's fault of telling the truth needs to be changed.

"Nonsense." Yang Song said, "I let you watch it openly because someone can learn. I teach openly and freely. You doubt my intentions. I told your sister to go."

Meng Shijia:

Good familiar formula.

Yang Song didn't explain too much to Meng Shijia. Anyway, there were only two words: "if you want to eat, practice well for me."

"Corporal punishment!" Meng Shijia gave up a little, and Yang song let him solve his stomach problem by himself.

"Brother in law, you want to starve me!"

"Aren't you rich?"

Meng Shijia has a salary, enough to buy a dozen pancakes and half a box of instant noodles, and even ham sausage.

"Brother in law, I'm used to your food. How can I swallow other things?"

What's more hateful is that Yang Song is studying new dishes again.

Meng Shihan couldn't help asking, "why is the frequency of studying new dishes so fast recently?"

"Fast?" Yang Song was a little surprised. He didn't feel it.

"I want our Baifeng pavilion to have 100 chicken dishes quickly. How many are there now? It's not qualified to call Baifeng Pavilion."

"And this side. I'm going to arrange a hundred side menus. There aren't many now."

"Eight major cuisines, so many dishes, I don't step up my time. When can I learn to master them?"

"There are so many foreign dishes."

"Xiao Han, I have to study some Western food quickly."

"We have to learn the dishes of our neighbors."

"Be famous as soon as possible. If I don't work hard, I can't become a kitchen god before I'm 30."

Meng Shihan was stunned. She didn't know that Yang Song had such a great ambition.

Yang Song sighed: "the progress bar is too slow. The kitchen god has a long way to go."

Meng Shihan: "honey, are you serious?"

"You must be serious, Xiao Han. My dream is very simple. To be a kitchen god and marry you." Yang Song is such a simple and happy person.

Zhang Dongguan, played by Xu Zheng in Manchu and Han banquet, has two big dreams in life.

"Be the best chef in the world and marry the best beauty in the world."

When he was a beggar, Zhang Dongguan didn't change his mind.

What does it mean.

"This is a good ambition. I have to break it more."