Chapter 955

Yang Song was angry and said so many words in one breath, regardless of whether Kojiro could understand it or not.

Xu Rou translated it accurately.

With a ferocious face, Kenjiro tsuri held his fist high and low and shouted:

"Don't talk about history. You Chinese like to boast about 5000 years of history all day!"

Xu Rou translated again.

"Things that even real history dare not face are not worthy of being called people."

He forgot to boast that his country has a long history of pastry making.

Yang Song sneered: "it's only a few hundred years. Is it very long?"

On the long history of inheritance, China is no longer afraid.

Kenjiro tsuri was so angry that he clenched his teeth and stamped his feet:

"You rude barbarians, where can we get the protection of the gods? You must not be humiliated. If you have the ability, we will see the true chapter under our hands!"

Yang Song disdained: "if you want to challenge me, line up."

Meng Shihan immediately said, "the fastest, it will be five days before it's his turn."

Tsuri Kenjiro: "I want to compare with you now. Don't avoid, or you're afraid of me!"

Yang Song washed his hands and said, "you have to make an appointment to challenge me. You have to queue up. There are at least ten people in front of you. Why? Who is polite? Do you want to jump in the queue?"

"You push them away. I'm the pastry master of what country. It's your faux pas to let me wait!" Kenjiro tsuri is arrogant.

Chen Minglu sleeve: "let me tell this little barbarian the truth of being a man."

Yang Song wiped his hand clean: "no, xiaorou, please translate for me and tell him to line up or get out. This is my etiquette for people who try to jump the queue."

Xu Rou translated with a smile.

"Are you mistaken?" Kenjiro tsuri's eyes were almost staring out and muttered to his mobile phone.

The mechanical electronic sound came out: "this woman doesn't allow me to jump in the queue and let me roll. Is this true?"

"Of course it's true."

"Red head, you!"

The whole man was about to split: "originally, adhering to the style of chef he Guoda, I would give you three points so that you don't lose so ugly. Now, I regret it."

He can pause for a few seconds, as if to expose some suspense.

"I will show my strongest strength in my life and let you lose head and blood!"

"Wait to die, Yang Song!"

The translation of electronic sound word by word is difficult for those who listen to it.

Yang Song nodded, "OK, I'll wait for you."

Kenjiro tsuri held the number plate and wanted to find a table to sit down. He found that there were people around.

"Yours, come here. I'll take that seat and let the man in the plaid shirt find another seat!"

Electronic sound continues to translate.

Rick looked around and found that he Guoxiao bald man meant himself.

"You're dreaming!"

Kenjiro tsuri patted out his wallet: "how much do you say?"

Yang Song said, "no money, please ask him out."

"Why?" Tsuri Kenjiro's surprised tone was like a single lovelorn female two hysterically questioning a man: "why don't you love me?"

Because you're a girl.

Yang Song said, "if the rules of Baifeng Pavilion cause trouble and affect the normal dining order of diners, they will not be received."

"Where is this rule?" Kenjiro tsuri continued to shout.

"If I say yes, there will be." Yang Song spoke.

Chen Ming and Meng Shijia set up tsuri Kenjiro and sent him out by hand.

"What are you doing? I won't go, I won't go!"

Diners watched him leave, thousands of miles away.

In Yang Jiajun's group, someone immediately updated the rules.

"It is forbidden to make trouble in Baifeng Pavilion, which will affect diners' enjoyment of delicious food."

One in the group received.

"It's really my brother song, just for the sake of all of us."

"Some guys who want to do things in Baifeng Pavilion advise you to go with the wind and roll three thousand miles."

"Brother song really cares about us."

……

"Big guy, I just finished my meal at brother song. A Kenjiro from he Guolai came to kick the hall."

"It's strange that someone comes to challenge brother song every month?"

"I was there, too. The dwarf from what country seems to have a big head."

Takeichiro's entry analysis was thrown into the group by the screenshot.

"I'll go. The entry is quite long."

"A long list of honors."

"Michelin 3-star, the master of noodle, the magic jichiro, belongs to jichiro's Pastry world, the magic Jiro..."

It is hard to make complaints about the vocabulary of the other people.

"I have a cousin, who is an international student. He is picky about eating since childhood. He would rather be hungry and dizzy than eat bad food. My cousin highly praised this tsuri Kenjiro and said that his pastry was born for the word delicious."

"Tsuri Kenjiro, born in a culinary family, loved pastry since childhood and lived for pastry every day."

"People who have eaten takeichiro's noodles are full of praise."

"Famous singers and movie queens are all his fans."

"Said he was good at any form of pastry."

"The old boy has made pastry for 42 years. Is brother song 22 this year?"

"What should I do? Brother song seems to have kicked the iron plate this time."

"Brother song is a rising star in cooking. Some old things come to smash the field after living for decades because they don't respect the old man."

"The old boy has also presided over a state banquet and is the Royal pastry chef of the president of any country."

At the end of business hours in the evening, the air pressure in the whole Baifeng pavilion was a little low.

They all know the identity of Kenjiro tsuri, even more detailed than what netizens know.

Some people even bet secretly, such as Zhou Yuanqi.

The boy looked up and laughed: "I'm laughing to death. Yang Song didn't open his eyes to fight with other people's national chefs. This time I think how he died, ha ha..."

Young master Zhou is in a good mood. Naturally, some people toast again and again. Good words are enough.

"It's a pity that you can't see such a good scene with your own eyes."

"It's all Yang Song, so I can't step into the food street."

"This dog thief, I won't let him go!"

Someone immediately gave Zhou Yuanqi advice.

"Zhou Shao, you can find a way to let them put the challenge arena elsewhere."

Just because Zhou Yuanqi can't get in doesn't mean Yang song can't come out.

"What can I do?"

"OK, Zhou Shao, we can win the challenge secretly and invite them to play in the center of Los Angeles. At that time, the whole people of Los Angeles can see Yang Song lose to the national."

Zhou Yuanqi smiled with satisfaction: "yes, as long as Yang Song loses, we can publicize that Yang Song has lost our face in Los Angeles, or even our Chinese face, we can close his Baifeng Pavilion, beat him back to his original shape, and let him have nothing!"

"Zhou Shao Yingming!"

"Haven't you arranged for someone to do it yet?"

Yang Song didn't know he was being calculated again. He was thinking about noodles.

"Let's not say how he is, but he really has the ability. I can only make less than 20 kinds of noodles. I'm not proficient, and my winning face is very small."