Chapter 1011

In the next few days, Yang Song watched several old friends with his father.

Yang Song, the chef of Baifeng Pavilion, how many people in Los Angeles are waiting in line with money to eat his dishes.

Yang Song ran to someone else's house and cooked for free.

Chen Ming ate a lot of good food and took pictures while eating: "this dish is not on the Baifeng Pavilion menu."

"There is no such thing."

"And this one."

"Eat more, eat more, insist, I can still eat."

……

I've never seen a meal. There are people holding their fists to cheer themselves up.

The whole Xu family was surprised: "Komatsu, your friend has suffered a lot in the past?"

This eating posture is like swallowing the plate.

Yang Song was a little embarrassed. He held Chen Ming's arm and made a quiet effort: "give me some hope."

The boy came all the way to lose him.

"Brother song, to tell you the truth, aren't you going to serve the menu yet?" Chen Ming said he didn't care about losing face, let alone being pinched by the arm.

People live to eat delicious food.

"Sooner or later." Yang Song knows what Chen Ming means.

"That is, I don't know if I can eat it again."

What does that mean for him?

What does he have to give up for food?

The grandsons and granddaughters of Lao Xu's family have the same intention as Chen Ming.

"I've never eaten such delicious sauce elbow before. I can eat it again."

"Brother, the fried fish is delicious!"

"Dumplings will bloom, delicious..."

Adults also know false reserve, and children don't care about that.

Eat more if it's delicious!

What a simple truth.

Qian Fenfa, Xu's son-in-law, came back by chance: "Dad, we've come back to celebrate your 70th birthday! We specially invited a cook from the city!"

A couple wore gold and silver, followed by a black cook in a snow-white uniform.

Black and white contrast, especially exciting.

When Lao Xu saw the youngest daughter, he said happily, "your uncle Yang has come with Komatsu. He has cooked this table full of dishes for us. The taste is old and good."

His daughter and son-in-law miss him. Xu is very happy and doesn't want to lose face with Yang's third father and son.

He can't lift the bill when his daughter and son-in-law bring the cook back.

When she heard that she was from the Yang family, Xu Xiaomei's face drooped in an instant.

"Dad, this chef sun is specially invited by our husband and wife from the city. Hundreds of people a day are wasted."

Yang Song wanted to laugh: is this a big cook? Let go and devalue.

Look again, chef sun is still smiling.

OK, less reading.

Lao Xu didn't expect it to be so expensive: "you hurry to send the chef back."

"How to spend money?"

He loved hundreds of people that day.

Chen Ming sighed nearby: unexpectedly, you eat these dishes. In Baifeng Pavilion, each dish is also in three digits.

With emotion, Chen Ming sent the photos stored in his mobile phone to several groups of Yang Jiajun.

Run after sending, regardless of the life and death of the people in the group.

"How about that? Dad, we finally invited chef sun. We gave all the money and can't return it!" Xu Xiaomei said.

Her husband Liu eryang said, "Dad, why do you eat these home-made dishes after your 70th birthday? It's boring? We should still eat some good food. We have even prepared the ingredients. Chef sun can also cook court dishes. These are the dishes eaten by the emperor and queen in those years. Don't you want to try them?"

Everyone has an emperor's dream.

Xu was really excited. Yang Song said at the beginning that he had just learned to cook and that the dishes were so delicious. Chef Su looked much older than Yang Song and could cook court dishes.

Is the cooked food more delicious?

Lao Xu can't think of a more delicious dish than Yang Song's. how delicious is it?

It's just that I really asked chef sun to cook, so I hit Yang Song and his son in the face.

Chen Ming said in a aside: "I really haven't seen anyone better than my brother song's cooking."

Xu Xiaomei immediately stared: "Chef sun, you start cooking now, let some poor people see what delicious is!"

Yang Song glanced at Chen Ming and said nothing.

Chen Ming was scolded as poor and happy: "it's not easy."

He was also called poor one day.

"Brother song, this little bitch dares to scold you for being poor. Do you want to teach them to be a man?" Chen Mingdao.

Yang Song stretched out his hand, grabbed Chen Ming's collar and slipped up: "you can stir up discord."

Chen Ming is the most angry. He knows that Yang Song likes to calm down even if he suffers a loss as long as the other party is not too much.

This goods simply add a fire.

No, chef sun has already killed chickens and fish.

"Brother song, you are now like a hot chef in China, or the youngest one. There will be more and more people who want to find fault. You can't always indulge and tolerate them, which will only encourage their arrogance." Chen Mingdao.

"According to you, what should I do?" Yang Song and Xu Shanyu.

"Of course, it's pressing to death. It's rolling with strong strength, rubbing on the surface, and stuffing those things that don't have eyes into the ground, and they can't buckle out. Only in this way can we deter curfews."

Yang Song shook his hand and said, "get out of here."

"What's the matter? Brother song, am I wrong? If I don't tell you from far away, I'll tell you from near. Do you think he has lost to you three times in a row? Is he honest? He's not honest. He still cares about worshiping you as a teacher and stealing your cooking Scripture, so as to deceive the teacher and destroy his ancestors. This is a popular custom in their place. They can't change it from ancient times to now."

Those who come to challenge Yang Song are the most honed and forced recently.

Facing Yang Song's growing fame, more and more people want to step on him to become famous.

The most troublesome thing is Kenjiro tsuri.

The boy is no longer squatting at the door of Baifeng Pavilion. It's time to send an email to Yang Song.

Every day, at 7:30 a.m. and 11:59 p.m., there will be a letter from tsuri Kenjiro asking for a teacher.

It's full of flesh and blood. It's like a love letter.

Yang Song saw it once and never saw it again.

To this end, Kenjiro tsuri also specially came to the door to seek justice: "my, I sincerely wrote so many letters. Yours, I don't even read them. What about your Chinese etiquette?"

He only felt that his cavity was really betrayed by Yang Song, a scum man.

The endless voice control of Yang Song lasted for an hour and a half. During this period, Yang Song peeled 100 potatoes, cut them into strips and pickled them into wolf teeth potatoes.

Tsuri Kenjiro's translation was so tired that his throat smoked. Before falling, Yang Song handed him a glass of water.

After drinking, Kenjiro chongzuli said, "add money, don't add money, quit."

Tsuri Kenjiro also wanted to drink water. Yang Song didn't pour it for him. This guy first croaked to Yang Song and then to the interpreter.

Translation unmoved: no money, no translation.

Yang Song turned over the wolf tooth potatoes and covered them again.

Kenjiro tsuri smelled the taste and couldn't help swallowing: "this is very fragrant."

Yang Song: "I don't understand."

Translated to Yang Song.

Kenjiro tsuri mercilessly gave the translator a stack of money: "you don't have to come tomorrow. I want to change new people."

"You are free." The translator continued to perform his work and gently advised Yang Song: "Chef Yang, the old boy is mad because he knows you haven't read his email. I think you're very upset by him. You'd better give him an explanation, otherwise he'll have to come tomorrow."

That makes sense.

Yang Song said, "I can't understand the spoken language of he Guo. Can I understand it when he writes it in an email?"

So, either he doesn't read, or he doesn't understand.

"Ask him why he doesn't know when he comes to talk and he knows how to bring an interpreter and write an email?"

People in Ho have bubbles in their minds.