Chapter 946

"You!"

"Brother song?"

The six big men couldn't help holding together. They didn't want to know what they were going to face?

Yang Song nodded: "it's me."

"Yang Song's brother song?"

"Brother song of Baifeng pavilion?"

"The only cook in the shop?"

Yang Song nodded again: "I am Yang Song, Yang Song of Baifeng Pavilion, such as fake replacement."

"No!"

"How is this possible?"

"Aren't you an old man?"

Yang Song: "who told you?"

He wants to talk to that man.

The six people looked at each other and said, "we guessed."

Yang Songqing stood there fresh and refreshing, changing his school uniform, and could regard him as a college student.

"Wrong guess."

This is a misunderstanding.

Yang Song said, "fortunately, I guessed wrong."

It's a misunderstanding.

"See it next time." Yang Song was about to leave. The six opposite stared at him, as if they were pulling with their eyes. "What else do you have?"

The six people each pointed to their fingers: "this, that, our what..."

They still can't believe it.

"Come in and sit down." Yang Song waved and let them in.

You can't let them follow you.

Six people like calves, strong and like a hill, stuttered and pinched their fingers in front of him. This picture is too spicy.

"How sorry?"

"Can I get in?" Yang Songdao.

"Of course."

"You have to enter, or you won't give you more face?"

They dare not call brother song.

Meng Shihan asked them to sit down, and Shen Huaizhao went to bring tea.

Yang Song went into the kitchen and came out again, holding a basket of turnips.

He chose six radishes and cut with a knife.

The six people couldn't understand it again. They wanted to find someone to inquire about it.

Meng Shihan's eyes looking at Yang Song are too gentle and may cover up.

Shen Huaizhao doesn't have to ask.

The bitter boy kneading noodles in the corner seems to be able to ask.

"Handsome boy, let me ask you something."

"If you find a cook to eat, you'll call Grandpa, and if you find someone to listen, you'll call handsome. How's the difference between you?" Meng Shijia is kneading, kneading and kneading every day. He is about to knead himself into a dough. He suppresses half his stomach and is waiting to talk.

"How old is the chef in Baifeng pavilion?"

"You don't know what day I live every day? I get up before five o'clock in the morning, because my brother-in-law says I must go out on time at five o'clock." Meng Shijia said.

"Is he a respected senior in the culinary industry?"

"In the morning, you have to run for 45 minutes at once." Meng Shijia said again.

"Is the young man carving with a kitchen knife an apprentice of chef Yang?"

"You said you wanted to give me time to get used to it. How many days? Just let me run for 45 minutes."

"Can you hear what I'm asking?"

Six people gave up. The dough kneader was not suitable to ask questions.

The brain is abnormal.

Chen Ming came out of the kitchen with a burp and wanted to collapse on the chair.

"Go out for a walk. Don't eat so full and sit down." Yang song suddenly said.

Chen Ming, who has sat half way, is nostalgic for the chair he is about to arrive: "I just stood in the back kitchen to eat and digested part of it."

"Go out for a walk for half an hour, or don't eat at noon."

Defeat the enemy with one move.

Chen Ming can only leave reluctantly.

Wang Daoliu: it seems that Yang Song is really the person in front of him.

"Wait, what do you think he carved?" Wang Mian said excitedly.

Yang Songgang has just finished a radish carving.

One meter apart, six people stared at the statue and said:

"To be sure, this is a person." Ruan Chuan Road.

Yang Song jumped at his temples and couldn't help talking.

"Nonsense, it's obviously personal."

"What I want to say is that this is not an immortal."

"This man looks familiar."

"You're right."

"I just can't remember who it is."

"Who is it?"

They studied and Yang Song carved the second one.

"Hey, there's another man!"

"Nonsense."

"It still looks familiar."

"I still can't remember who it is."

Third, familiar.

The fourth is the individual.

Fifth, I can't remember who it is.

Sixth, more familiar.

Six statues are placed on the table. Yang Song retreats. They can just form a circle, three on each side, and can look at each other.

"Eech!"

"The statue looks like the man squatting opposite me!"

"Like the one opposite me!"

"Really!"

The six said excitedly:

"Brother, is this statue you?"

"Third brother, high bridge of nose, it must be you."

"Old five, just like your little eyes."

"You all have it. What about the three of us?"

"There are three more over there."

"There are six statues, and so are we."

There was a silence.

"This is the six of us."

"Why do I look so familiar, hahaha..."

"How embarrassing."

"This carving is very similar to ours. The knife is very good."

"No wonder you can make three Ding steamed stuffed buns."

Yang Song finally proved himself.

Six people stood beside the statue and bowed to Yang Songsan: "brother song, we were wrong. We thought you were a grandpa with such delicious food. We didn't expect you to be so young, promising, handsome, romantic and unique..."

Yang Song is very satisfied: there are so many people who love to tell the truth in the world.

"All right, just solve the misunderstanding. Go back."

"Thank you. Brother song doesn't care!"

"The statue gave you something to eat."

The system provides Yang Song with a batch of radishes for him to practice.

The one with guaranteed taste.

Wang Tongdao and the six people happily walked away with their respective statues.

"Will our radishes shrink soon in this hot day?"

"Why don't you eat?"

"Such a perfect work of art, I don't give up."

"What about that?"

"Find a supermarket and let's go to the cold storage area!"

The six of them rushed into the mall and found the yogurt in the supermarket. Then they carefully invited the radish statue out.

Everyone is full of tears:

"Another me in the world, although I don't want to eat such an excellent you, if I don't eat you, you will kill and break, which will hurt me very much."

"In order to let you live forever, let you go to my stomach."

"Please live well with me!"

After taking photos and videos, the six held their statues and bit them one by one.

"Wow, this radish is delicious!"

"Ha ha ha!"

"Don't talk, eat well!"

After eating, the six happily strolled around the food street and went back an hour and a half before Baifeng Pavilion opened, ready to line up.

They still came to the bowl.

Meng Wan is already waiting.

There are Li qingti and Li Ke, even Zhao lucky, four great and strong people, and Zhao Daqiang, Qiangzi's father.

"Look at the food forum in Los Angeles. Someone announced the latest carved radish statue of SongGe."

"There are six."

"It's six."

"It looks familiar."

Wang Gaodao and others are proud and confident and arrogant: Yes, it's the six of us. Our relationship with brother song is not general!