Chapter 1033

Chen Ming and Meng Shihan are holding bowls and spoons and can't wait to eat.

"Ha, this is a tea egg cooked with Qimen spring tea. It's an egg. It's delicious!"

Meng Shihan couldn't believe it: Yang Song went home to cook Qimen spring tea.

Although there was only a trace of tea flavor, Meng Shihan tasted it.

"Honey, don't let my grandpa know you're doing this. I'm afraid they'll come back and rob."

Qimen spring tea, a giant panda in the tea industry, is extremely rare.

It is said that the best Qimen spring tea is the bud of a 300 year old tea tree on Yunwu Mountain. The bud should not be sunny, but also hidden in the clouds.

The old tea tree is 300 years old. Its body is like a small mountain peak. The top cluster of buds breaks through the mountains and clouds and stretches towards sunrise. It is this cluster of buds that can get up to three kilograms of tea before the Qingming Festival every year.

This is the top batch of Qimen spring tea in the eyes of the world.

However, the Qimen spring tea provided by the system to Yang Song is the top inch of each cluster of sunward buds of the old tea tree. It is picked at the moment before sunrise in the morning, and the annual output is only more than one kilogram per year.

Yang Song used such precious tea to cook, but only as an auxiliary material.

Who loves tea in the world? Why don't you kill him? Or kill him?

"Strange, why does this egg taste like fish? Whose fish has protein and light yellow?" Chen Ming was surprised.

He couldn't help but take a spoon to cut a white and tender egg. There was a clear distinction between egg yolk and protein. It was clearly an egg. When he put it into his mouth, he could still taste fish.

"Not all the eggs here are real. Some of them are rubbed out by me with fish and other ingredients." Yang Song explained.

What is more difficult than peeling the eggshell is the handmade eggs.

"The fish is tender and white. You can make protein. What do you make this egg yolk?"

"Salted egg yolk, or crab roe, shrimp yolk and so on."

Chen Ming ate several eggs in succession: "there are several that can taste fish, and the taste can remain different. They are not exclusive to each other. Brother song, your cooking is really getting better and better."

Meng Shihan ate the most ferocious: "I ate a hundred spoonfuls. The taste is different every time. Not only the taste, but also the taste. How did you make it?"

She had a hunch that even if she ate a whole big egg, there would be no repetition of a spoonful of taste.

Yang Song: "what do you think is white bird Chaofeng?"

Chen Ming blurted out: "it's a group of birds singing at the Phoenix, just like the feeling of the queen in the TV series. It's very popular."

Yang Song: "it's not that simple. The Phoenix is a divine bird."

Meng Shihan thought and said, "when the Phoenix comes out, a hundred birds sing. Harmony but difference can be achieved."

Yang Song also said, "the Phoenix is the king of birds. There is a saying called Phoenix Nirvana, born from death."

Chen Ming and Meng Shihan: "we didn't understand."

"Nothing. This dish failed." Yang Song dropped his spoon and went back to his room.

The two people who ate so much that they wanted to swallow their tongue looked at each other.

Chen Ming: "this has failed?"

Meng Shihan: "this is the best egg dish I've ever eaten."

A hundred birds and a Phoenix, not a hundred tastes, but at least a thousand tastes.

It's incredible that Yang song can show such a complex and rich taste in a dish, but he still failed.

"Brother song, what do you want?"

They mortals don't understand.

The next day, Yang Song still got up for morning exercise and opened a shop for breakfast, but unlike usual, he was preparing for the banquet in the evening.

In the evening, the banquet of 12 people turned into 20 people. In addition to Liu Haiyang and sun Shaoan, the other eight people were representatives of various media.

Yang Song wants to add more dishes.

He simply opened two tables.

This is much more convenient than simply adding vegetables.

From the end of lunch time in Baifeng Pavilion, the atmosphere at the door of Baifeng Pavilion began to be wrong.

For this banquet, Yang song can no longer open at night tonight.

"What else in the world is more tragic than watching others eat a banquet and not being able to eat yourself?"

"This banquet is still the main spoon of brother song."

"Yes, I watched others eat brother song's banquet hungry."

……

After work in the evening, a group of office workers did not rush to Baifeng Pavilion for dinner. After all, Yang Song is not open tonight.

They are not in a hurry to go home and make a happy fat house.

Coincidentally, they gathered at the gate of Baifeng Pavilion in a silent attitude.

The first course of Yang Song's banquet is to give everyone a bowl of cold pineapple sweet soup.

"It's strange. The pineapple is crisp. It seems to have a sweet taste, but it doesn't seem to have any. But it feels sour. It's room temperature, but it tastes cool."

"The entrance is smooth, like jelly, and more smooth than jelly. It runs down the tip of the tongue."

"Delicious, delicious, really delicious!"

"Why are there only three or two?"

Yang Song explained: "this is an appetizer soup. You can't eat too much. Let's have a meaning and serve it."

People thought about how many cold dishes Yang song would cook, and even thought about the menu.

I was really surprised when I brought it up.

Yang Song brought up a huge plate. The diameter of the plate was full of the arm length of an adult man.

The upper layer of the plate is stacked like a mountain.

Above the green mountains, there are rivers, a sea of flowers, Lin Tao, and even small animals.

"This is where the mountain has been reduced and brought us a plate."

"It's so lifelike. The mountain is also divided into yin and Yang. On my side, there is sunshine and rainbow."

"Here is the shade, and the plants are darker."

"Look carefully. There are deer hidden in the mountains and forests."

"Amazing, it's amazing, but can you eat it?"

……

Yang Song smiled and said, "you can eat everything on the plate. Just try it."

In Baifeng Pavilion, the things on Yang Song's plate are definitely not just decoration.

"I'll take a breath of leaves." Today is Liang Shuang's treat. Naturally, I have to wait for him to use the first chopsticks.

Creak, creak

"Is this mustard? It's so refreshing. It seems tasteless at first. You can taste the unique sweetness and refreshing of vegetables after chewing." Liang Shuang couldn't help holding another chopstick.

"I used to eat fake kale? Brother song, how on earth do you make kale so delicious? Every time you chew it, it feels delicious. Is this vegetable? Can vegetable be so delicious?"

Yang Song said, "the whole cold dish is vegetarian."

"It's a lie, isn't it? The orange wild flower I eat clearly looks like chicken."

"And me, this is duck. It's delicious, delicious and juicy. Roast duck."

"There are also mushrooms. Mushrooms are real mushrooms, but this mushroom looks like fresh mushrooms picked from the forest after the rain and swallowed directly."

Yang Song: "mushrooms can't be eaten raw. Be careful of poisoning. In order to ensure the fresh taste and taste after the rain, I spent a lot of effort. I cooked the mushrooms first, extracted the fresh flavor, then squeezed the juice with dried bamboo shoots, steamed with fire and water, and worked together to get this rich and delicious taste."

"What about this? The path in the jungle is crisp, sour, sweet and spicy. It's delicious. What's it made of?"

"Can the road still eat?"

A group of people are busy with chopsticks.

Yang Song smiled: "this is a dish made of fern root ground powder. It tastes crisp and tender. I also add pepper and Laba garlic to taste. Of course, it tastes refreshing and delicious."

Liu Haiyang said, "most of us are running around. Recently, the weather is hot and easy to get angry. This fern root powder can clear away heat and fire, and can also prevent high blood, hyperlipidemia and hyperglycemia. Xiao Yang, your cooking is not only delicious, but also for the body of diners. It's really a chef's style."

Yang Song was rather embarrassed: "when holding a banquet in summer, those who can go out in the heat to attend the banquet are good friends. When we get together, we should eat and drink happily and have a happy body."

The people were very moved: sure enough, brother song, you love us.

Yang Song: don't say that. I have goose bumps.