"Elder sister, those people of the Lu family are like bandits. Can he really cover us as a cook?" Li Yaoyao doesn't believe it at all. "Today's boys love to tell jokes."

Li Jinxiu didn't speak, and Li Yaoyao said:

"This Yang Song looks very gentle. How did he provoke the Lu family?"

"Everyone in the furniture city was crazy. Lu Wanjin was so angry that he smashed things in the store and drove all four members of the Zhu family away. Eh ha ha, he threw her cousin Zhu Baozhu out of the window and hit the ground with his face."

Li Jinxiu held his business card and frowned: "is this Yang song really just a cook?"

Li Yaoyao leaned over, looked at it and said, "now the rich second generation can really play. In order to catch up with her little sister, even the chef's business card has been printed."

She smiled and said, "sister, he must like you."

Li Jinxiu's face turned red and hot: "what are you talking about?"

"I'm not talking nonsense. Yang Song secretly looks at you. His eyes are especially bright. I saw them all. It's not interesting to expose them." Li Yaoyao said.

Li Jinxiu remembered Yang Song standing under the Wutong tree, smiling slightly. He love to see her?

"People are so handsome, tasteful and rich. Sister, am I going to have a brother-in-law?"

"Don't be so superficial. We won't make money ourselves." Li Jinxiu couldn't help laughing again and again: if that person really likes her, it's really great.

Yang Song, who hurried back in a hurry, couldn't help sneezing three times on the road: "who is thinking about me? I can't hit the fourth one. I don't want to catch a cold."

Diners outside the Baifeng Pavilion, one by one, pinched their stopwatches and stared at the gate of the Baifeng Pavilion.

"In three minutes, we can line up!"

One by one, they stared at the position closest to the door. There was a yellow line. Only the first place was qualified to touch the yellow line with their toes.

"What are these people doing?" Tsuri Kenjiro has lost sleep since he saw Yang Song's miraculous 13 mysteries on the Internet.

He couldn't wait, so he ran to where country, and the wild Ze family was still in the dark.

Up to now, Yoshio Nozawa is still thinking about the two moves learned from Sun Tzu's art of War: building the plank road openly and hiding the Chencang.

He wants to work hard quietly. When he really meets Yang Song face to face, he can scare him.

With all the efforts of the yeze family, Yixiong yeze began to prepare the food materials, and made strict requirements at every step, trying to give Yang Song a foothold at the exchange meeting.

He never expected that Kenjiro tsuri could not help running to China.

Tsuri Kenjiro was confused: he couldn't understand what these Chinese were doing?

He wanted to ask, surprised that he really couldn't speak Chinese.

"Why can't I speak Chinese?"

Tsuri Kenjiro sends out soul torture to himself?

He is taking out his mobile phone, picking out the translation software and trying to input something.

"Time is up!"

Whoosh

Several figures, fat and thin, tall and short, elegant and flying, rushed to the gate of Baifeng Pavilion and lined up in an instant.

Just like the special effects of the film, it is clear that everyone launched a general attack against the first in the front row, but did not hit anyone. It seems that the sorting has been completed in the air. The team will be formed at the moment of landing.

"Is this the martial arts in Chinese legend?" Kenjiro tsuri rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

Others greeted him: "that man, don't you hurry to line up to eat Baifeng pavilion? It's too late for you."

Although tsuri Kenjiro did not understand Chinese, at this moment, he suddenly understood what it meant.

He quickly appeared at the end of the line: "crab!"

The helpful man: where is this dialect? Why does that sound so strange?

But I can still tell.

"You're welcome. We are all big fans of brother song!"

Koichiro tsuri understood this sentence. He quietly opened the translator, saw the translated text information and showed a meaningful smile.

"Poor Chinese, how could it be that I thought I would be a supporter of Yang Song? I'm here to smash the field! "

Yes, Kenjiro tsuri came all the way to challenge Yang Song.

"According to technical analysis, Yang Song's video still contains false elements. I must expose him. No one in the world can buckle his face 13 times. I, Dr. Zu lijianci, is a real pastry master, a real genius and a god! Yang Song is just a mere mortal. How can he be compared with me as a genius? "

Today is the opportunity for Kenjiro tsuri to prove himself again!

He wants to clear the haze and go back to sleep!

I don't know when he people, men and women, old and young, have secondary two problems, and they get sick all the time.

Finally, when Kenjiro tsuri entered Baifeng Pavilion.

He held his head high and marched towards Yang Song.

"Hello, the kitchen is important. No admittance. Please wait for dinner in the dining area." Shen Huaizhao is becoming more and more professional. When he stops people, he always wears a friendly smile and shows six standard teeth.

Seeing the busy Yang Song, Kenjiro tsuri immediately waved his hands and said loudly:

"Mine is Kenjiro tsuri from what country. He is a real pastry master!"

Pointing to Yang Song Road:

"My, challenge him and prove the difference between my divine talent and this ordinary servant."

Shen Huaizhao couldn't understand it and looked at Yang Song in doubt.

"He's a cook. Come to me to challenge my cooking. Send him a sign and ask him to line up."

Every month, there are always a few guys who don't know the heaven and earth to cook with Yang Song.

Yang Song is very familiar with the look and tone of these people. He often knows what's going on when they stop.

Shen Huaizhao handed shori Kenjiro a unique number plate, which translated into Chinese and English and wrote the simple requirements of the challenge.

Tsuri Kenjiro: "mine, don't understand English, don't understand Chinese."

Meng Shihan immediately began to download the translation software.

Kenjiro tsuri spoke again:

"Making noodles, our country is authentic. You Chinese are just like goods!"

"Do you know how many years of pasta history our country has? Pasta is in the hands of our chefs in our country. It is a great art!"

"We have the spirit of craftsman and buckle our faces 11 times. It is the realm of transforming God. You Chinese can only boast and force!"

"Today, China's first noodle maker is going to break your Chinese Virtual myth. I'll press your hypocritical face on the floor and rub it."

"Deceive people too much!" Xu Rou, a white-collar Beauty in a gray professional skirt, rose to the occasion and translated it accurately.

The Baifeng Pavilion, which used to be a noisy place to eat, can be heard quietly.

Yang Song stopped making delicious food for the first time:

"Noodles have a history of making and eating in China for more than 4000 years. They have a wide variety and countless varieties. They are adapted to local conditions and have their own characteristics.

Modesty is a traditional virtue of our Chinese people because we know that there is no end to learning. So we are modest to urge ourselves and constantly improve ourselves. This is not hypocrisy, okay?

Is it a tiny place with a history of pasta for hundreds of years, or does it come from China and lick your face and say authentic to me? Why is your face so big? "