Chapter 959

"When this guy goes down with chopsticks, he is a bowl of noodles."

"He ate another bowl!"

"Yi, he only stirred up one piece of noodles this time. Is he tired of eating?"

"He wants to make a face. It's a face, not a powder. How can it be so smooth... So smooth!"

Chen Ming held a piece of noodles in his mouth, and the whole bowl of noodles came to the bottom.

"Delicious!" Chen Ming raised a big smile on his face, patted his stomach and smiled happily: "brother song, give me another bowl!"

Yang Song pointed to the five bowls piled up in front of him: "take it easy and be careful to be fat!"

"I'm not afraid of being fat. Being fat is more important."

"No matter how fat you are, you won't find a girlfriend." Now beautiful and lovely girls prefer his small fresh meat with high appearance and cooking ability.

Chen Ming: if you don't tell me, I forget that I'm still a single dog this year.

Yang Song added: "when you are full, go to exercise and chase a beautiful young lady as your wife by your appearance. Otherwise, you will become an old bacon in two years, and you will have to rely on money."

Chen Ming can't die anymore.

Yang Song turned his head and cared about his daughter-in-law: "Xiao Han, are you tired? Do you want me to squeeze you an orange juice?"

"Not at all, but I still want to drink."

"Good drop!"

Chen Ming quickly squeezed out a few cups of orange juice and greeted the people of Baifeng Pavilion: "if you want to drink, pour it yourself."

He only delivered goods to Meng Shihan.

Cherry powder lips, in contact with orange juice, are more radiant.

"Is it good?"

"It's delicious. It's like a cool wind blowing from the orchard." Meng Shihan hugged Yang Song's waist and smiled: "how can you squeeze a glass of juice ten thousand times better than others? It's so powerful!"

A bunch of kisses was sent to Yang Song's heart.

The audience don't need Meng Shihan to say that they all know how delicious the juice squeezed by Yang Song is.

The lovely and loving student sister drank very much. She took a small mouth of cherry and opened the room. She was only willing to share a little at a time.

Obviously, he is a rich second-generation childe. He accidentally killed the whole cup. His face looks regretful and painful. He wants to be reborn.

And the prince of Chen's group, who we all know.

Chen Ming licked the cup impolitely in front of thousands of eyes and countless eyes on the Internet.

Well, don't mention that Prince Chen is really good at licking cups. The cups he licked are shiny.

In the last drink, two straws were put. Yang Song and Meng Shihan drank together. The pink bubbles on their heads could be sweet.

Audience:

"I thought I was watching an ordinary food competition, but I was fed full of dog food."

"Isn't the game over yet? What is chef Yang doing? Why did he start a small stove?"

"If you make a small stove, why don't you have our share?"

"There may be too many people on the scene."

"There are a total of 2000 people in our field. Brother song really pulled up the field. There is no problem at all. The last time brother song made pee cow pills and sold 5000 powder a day. What are we only 2000 people?"

"Am I the only one who found out that brother song has only one piece of noodles in each bowl?"

"I'll go, 666!"

Kenjiro tsuri also found that the judges found it first. Who let them eat first?

"Cough, I won't talk more nonsense. The winner of this competition is chef Yang Song!"

"I never thought that the sour, spicy and delicious shredded radish should match the soup noodles like this. Chef Yang Song Yang is a genius."

"I can eat this bowl of noodle soup from morning to night. It's delicious. It's delicious!"

When the judges speak, someone will translate it to Kenjiro tsuri at the same time.

"I want to know where I lost?"

Generally, in this competition, the judges will comment on the advantages and disadvantages of each dish, especially the two dishes with a high score. They will focus on where others win you.

In short, tell the loser why he loses and the winner why he wins?

Like now, it may never happen that the judges praise one side and don't even mention a shortcoming.

"Aren't you curious?" Tsuri Kenjiro roared at Yang Song.

Yang Song said, "I'm not curious."

"Why?" Tsuri Kenjiro asked himself and answered, "I know. You must be pretending to be Bi. I heard that you Chinese young people like this before you came."

Yang Song: you know a lot.

"I'm not curious because I know why you lost and why I won."

From the time he submitted, Yang Song knew he would win.

"What are you talking about? It's impossible!" Tsuri Kenjiro's face was full of disbelief that "you're playing with me".

Yang Song said: "my noodles are buckled 14 times, so that every inch of noodles can be evenly and delicately wrapped with soup when cooking noodles, so that diners will have richer taste and more comfortable in their stomach."

Tsuri Kenjiro's face was as black as the bottom of the pot: "after soaking my noodles in soup, I can also do one mouthful of noodles and one mouthful of soup."

Yang Song raised his index finger and shook it. "The soup soaked into the noodles will really taste better, but you don't grasp that degree. After soaking too much, the taste of the noodles becomes soft and loses its flexible strength. What's more, you don't understand that the noodles that have been deducted 14 times are definitely not the noodles that have been deducted 11 times. You can imagine."

As the saying goes, goods are better than goods, and people are more popular than people.

"My noodles are not flexible enough? You're kidding! I'm a world-class pastry master. I'm best at mastering the flexibility of noodles. You say I don't know how to cook noodles. You Chinese like to tell jokes? If I'm not as good as you, I might as well tell me that the sun actually rises from the West." Tsuri Kenjiro's language and literature are quite good.

"You will lose. To put it bluntly, you still don't have enough knowledge. Who told you that the national chef is the boss? I will also give you a simple example. For example, our Chinese table tennis players, their favorite is the national champion. We don't lack the world champion." Yang Songdao.

Iron facts.

"You just buckle your face three times more than me." Tsuri Kenjiro won but couldn't afford to lose. It happened that he met Yang Song.

"It's a threshold to buckle the noodles thirteen times. Only by successfully buckle the noodles for the fourteenth time can we understand that the noodles we used to eat were for nothing."

This is like cultivation. There is only one level difference between Jindan and Yuanying, but only when you get to Yuanying will you know that you can slap a bunch of Jindan to death.

Different realm.

Tsuri Kenjiro is not willing to become used to it: "my soup is stronger than yours!"

Soup noodles, soup noodles, soup and noodles are the key.

Yang Song sighed: "in fact, if it's just face-to-face, you lose to me. Speaking of soup, you're not qualified to hand me toilet paper. Your soup is really bad. In my Baifeng Pavilion, when the soup is cooked like this, I'll directly let someone pour it to Xiao Si."

Tsuri Kenjiro: "who is the little four gentleman? A famous food critic?"

Chen Ming said outside: "Xiao Si can't drink. Don't look at its four legs. If you encounter that kind of soup, you must lift one claw directly."

Meng Shijia also agreed: "yes, I don't drink that kind of thing for me, and Xiao Si won't drink it."

What should be heard was heard. Yang Song quietly said to Meng Shihan, "my brother-in-law doesn't seem very clever."