Yang Song poured water into the casserole and began to boil eggs, quail eggs, pigeon eggs, duck eggs, goose eggs and so on.

He also asked for a piece of beef bone and various spices from the system, such as cinnamon, tangerine peel, fennel, cumin, Amomum villosum, cardamom and so on.

He stewed the ingredients in a pot.

He stood by and steamed rice.

System: "host, what are you doing?"

"Don't you have a good knowledge of Chinese and Western systems? Don't you know astronomy and geography? What do you think I'm doing?"

"Host, even if you don't say it now, the system will know sooner or later."

"Well, just wait. I'll serve the dishes later. You'll know. I'm not in a hurry."

The system solemnly played a "lying slot, ruthless" expression package.

Yang Song: "have fun. Now be quiet. I have to cook carefully."

The dish he is going to cook now belongs to a lost recipe, or a legendary dish called bainiao Chaofeng.

It means making a dish with 100 kinds of eggs.

Some say they use 100 eggs. They don't pay attention to the specific eggs. Anyway, there are as many kinds as possible.

As for how to cook these eggs, it's very difficult.

All kinds of eggs have different tastes and similarities at the same time.

If you want to bring these many eggs together into one dish, you can imagine the degree of suffering.

Yang Song began to cook.

He divided the ingredients into two pots, one pot of boiled eggs and one pot of stewed meat soup.

It looks like two dishes have been prepared.

Finally, they need to be combined into one.

As for how to integrate the two into one, this is the most difficult.

If you're not careful, all the eggs tend to taste the same, it's over.

In this way, all the ingredients must maintain their original characteristics and reflect the unified taste.

Seek common ground while reserving differences and achieve harmony and unity.

This is a dish.

If all the ingredients taste the same, it's over.

Yang Song cooked all kinds of eggs and began to shell them, which was the most troublesome.

It's not difficult to peel an egg. It's not easy to shell a hundred eggs of different kinds and sizes.

The protein can't be broken. The integrity of the egg must be guaranteed.

It took Yang Song a whole hour and a half to finish the treatment. The eggs like hills are snow-white and white jade is shining. They are very beautiful.

The broth was almost cooked, and Yang Song opened another pot.

It's not two pots, it's three pots. You need to use the fourth pot. The kitchen can hardly hold it.

Wait until all the ingredients are handled, and then fire and steam.

It was three hours later that Yang Song had such efficiency when his basic skills were tough. Others might not have such efficiency.

Yang Song went out of the kitchen, took a shower and fell asleep on the sofa in the living room.

He was too tired to notice Meng Shihan sitting with his legs tilted aside.

Meng Shihan, who has been concave for a long time, really doubts his charm.

The dog man didn't even look at her.

He wanted to lose his temper and found that Yang Song was really tired and couldn't even go back to his room. Meng Shihan was a little distressed.

He walked over, helped him take down his slippers, helped the people well, lay more comfortably on the sofa, and specially changed his pillow.

Well, replaced by beautiful knees.

As expected, Yang Song's eyebrows and eyes were relaxed and he slept more at ease.

Meng Shihan skillfully massaged his head with soft fingers.

If you get a wife like this, you can't ask for a husband.

Time passed little by little until a faint smell came out of the kitchen. Yang Song jumped up and rushed in silently.

Meng Shihan raised his hands in an instant.

After sleeping for less than 15 minutes, Yang Song woke up again. He went into the kitchen and was busy. Then he came out to see Meng Shihan: "Hey, Shihan, you just came out. The new dishes will be ready right away. Wait a little. This dish will definitely surprise you."

Meng Shihan smiled, "OK, I'll wait."

His fiancee clearly smiles. Why does it give him a murderous feeling?

Looking at Meng Shihan still smiling gently, he shook his head: it must be an illusion. His family Xiaohan loves him!

Don't you know that Meng Shihan is beating villains in his heart: I seduced you twice today, for two times, and you ignored them.

Yang Song who knows nothing:

About six minutes later, Yang song came out with a large tray and pressed his hand on the glass cover: "it's time to witness miracles!"

White smoke filled the air and slowly dispersed, revealing the true face of the dishes.

"This is my hundred birds and Phoenix!"

Yang Song was as like as two peas in the dishes.

Meng Shihan stared at the shiny, round, giant dinosaur egg on the plate, which was very surprised.

"What is this?"

"The white bird faces the Phoenix!"

Yang Song took out his mobile phone and took a few photos, and began to encourage Meng Shihan: "taste it and see if it's delicious."

The big egg is almost one meter long.

"How to eat?" Do you bite directly?

Yang Song was about to explain. Ding Dong, Ding Dong, the doorbell rang.

"I'll open the door first."

Chen Ming held the gift in both hands: "brother song? Is there anything delicious?"

"Didn't you go to the group?" Yang Song was surprised.

"Yes, today's work is finished, and the rest is tomorrow's. I'm not just off work. I'm hungry. Brother song, you really know me and made new dishes to reward me for my hard work. I'm so moved."

Yang Song: "I work once a week for up to two days each time. This time I haven't been to work for half a month. Where are you working hard? I remember I saw you at Baifeng Pavilion dinner."

The implication is that you have had dinner. Where do you come from now? Where do you go back.

When Chen Mingquan couldn't understand, he put down his gift, put down his backpack, took out the dishes and chopsticks from his backpack and sprayed his hands with disposable hand sanitizer: "what a big egg, either from the Phoenix or from the dinosaur."

Yang Song picked his eyebrow: "you still have some insight. This is a new dish I've made."

"Brother song, how do you eat this? Hold it and chew it?" Chen Ming has begun to figure out where to take the first bite.

Nothing.

"This dish was born about 600 years ago. It is a famous palace dish."

Are you still thinking about eating?

"What should I do? This egg can't be cut with a knife. It's easy to get iron taste and affect appetite." What Chen Ming said is quite reasonable.

"Shut up and wait to eat." Yang Song lifted the kitchen knife and rowed through the air very light and fast.

The huge egg was cut in two like a watermelon.

Chen Ming and Meng Shihan realized that this was not a steamed egg. The inner stuffing was composed of rice and many eggs. The outer cladding was very thin. They didn't know what Yang Song wrapped the inner stuffing.

It doesn't matter. The aroma rising from the sky makes people mistakenly think they have broken into the Baihua garden of delicious food.

"How fragrant!"

"It smells so good."

People who smell this aroma can't help salivating.

"I smell the smell of tea and eggs, but it doesn't seem to be."

"The smell of stewed beef, but it doesn't seem to be."

"There is also the delicious fish soup, the fragrance of rice, and all kinds of eggs contain all kinds of fragrance, like a group of lovely little fat people showing me a sweet smile like a red apple. Yes, there is the sweetness of apples."

……

What is a hundred birds and a phoenix? Gather the strengths of hundreds of families and become a dish.

In this dish, there are more than 100 kinds of flavors.

And no matter how they are combined, these 100 kinds of fragrance can produce surprising taste.

"Try it. The surprise of this dish doesn't just exist in the smell."