Chapter 1040

The younger brother who insists on doing good deeds every day is situ ran, who is no one else. He is escorted to Peking University

Situ ran does good deeds every day and goes to Baifeng Pavilion for dinner every three days.

After entering the University, as long as Yang Song opens the door, he will go to Baifeng Pavilion for dinner every day.

This time, many diners in front of Baifeng Pavilion can have a small bench, which is his credit.

The person who organized everyone to get together to ask Yang Song for a menu was situ Ran's good friend Zhou Lei.

No one knows what Zhou Lei does, but he is only 30 years old. He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, looks very energetic, and is especially good at fooling.

Diners had already smelled the fragrance floating out of Baifeng Pavilion and were reluctant to leave. Zhou Leilei shouted for two words and everyone stayed. Later, they inexplicably bought a small bench and sat waiting.

"Brother song, you have to explain to us." Zhou Lei said.

Yang Song: "it's really not suitable for you to know. However, everyone has been waiting hard today. It's so hot."

"It's dark. What's hot?" As soon as Li Ke said something, he was held down by Li qingti: "who says it's not hot? I'm hot, hungry and thirsty."

Rick realized in an instant: "I see."

Everyone: I see.

"Brother song, we are all tired, hungry and thirsty."

Yang Song said, "wait for me 16 minutes."

He turned back to his secret kitchen, turned out six extra large casseroles, and began to frantically put rice and water inside. The blue flame provided by the system burned 360 degrees, trying to cook the rice as quickly as possible.

Yang Song quickly cut tremella and Sydney out, added them to the pot and stirred them skillfully.

"All right!"

Yang Song sealed the lid of the pot, changed the medium fire to low fire, and began to tap the pot lightly from time to time.

After turning off the fire for six minutes, Yang Song took out the long prepared osmanthus lotus seed jelly from the refrigerator.

The square osmanthus lotus seed jelly, three meters long, three meters wide and three meters high, is crystal clear, like crystal, very beautiful.

Yang Song took a kitchen knife in his hand, skillfully cut off half, put the remaining half back into the refrigerator, and the rest was knocked into small pieces by him.

The whole process takes only two minutes.

The porridge in the casserole was stewed at a good time. Yang Song unsealed the lid of the casserole one by one, mixed in the broken osmanthus lotus seed jelly, and stirred it 12 times in both directions with a large spoon.

"The porridge is ready. Come and help."

Yang Song put the porridge pot on the trolley and pushed it out by Meng Shijia and Shen Huaizhao.

Chen Ming and Meng Shihan have set up a long table and bowls and spoons at the gate.

As soon as Yang Song's porridge appeared, the crowd began to cheer:

"Tremella snow lotus porridge is definitely Tremella snow lotus porridge!"

"I smell it, too. Sydney is so sweet."

"The fragrance of Osmanthus fragrans. Brother song really likes Osmanthus fragrans."

"There seems to be lotus seeds!"

"Brother song invited everyone to have porridge!"

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Yang Song began to divide porridge with a big spoon in his hand.

As like as two peas, ten bowls of porridge, the same amount of each bowl of porridge, and the number of lotus seeds and Tremella in the same bowl, Yang Song has such a skill. The people present are very convinced.

"Huai Zhao and Shijia, have you learned how to divide porridge?"

The two of them followed Yang Song to practice their basic skills.

"Learned!" Shen Huaizhao said, "but I'm sure you're not as fast as brother song."

"It doesn't matter. You can share another pot."

Meng Shijia also said, "I have no problem. I used to divide preserved eggs and lean meat porridge very smoothly, but my hand speed should be the slowest."

"Hold your breath and don't be afraid." Yang Song gave him the third pot.

Three people share porridge in three pots. Yang song can share porridge with ten people at a time. At the same time, Shen Huaizhao and Meng Shijia can only share porridge with five people.

But it's always faster than a person.

Meng Shihan and Chen Ming are responsible for maintaining order.

Meng Shihan, in particular, asked everyone on the scene to form a team of ten or five.

"This group is ready. The next group is ready."

"When you take the porridge, don't worry about eating first. Take it back to your seat and eat slowly. Don't block the people behind you."

"OK, next group!"

The vendors nearby washed their hands, wore sleeves and helped put bowls and spoons.

With a small bench, the people present received Tremella snow lotus porridge made by Yang Song.

"Ha, sixteen minutes, how did brother song make such frosty Tremella snow lotus porridge?"

"Brother song can always create miracles."

Yang Song said: "time is limited, we can only cook porridge. We can eat some to cushion our stomachs. Starting tomorrow, Baifeng Pavilion will carry out a six-day soup giving activity."

"For six days, the soup is different every day. From 9:00 a.m. to 9:00 p.m., it's non-stop. You're welcome to taste it."

"Long live brother song!"

"Thank you, brother song!"

Yang Song: "after having porridge, go home early."

He really can't see such a large group of people and feel wronged towards him.

After seeing off the guests, Yang Song also left porridge for each vendor who helped.

"Thank you for your help. It's hard for you. You have porridge first, and I'll fry some dishes."

Yang Song personally added vegetables to the food, which was a great benefit.

Ten vendors flushed with excitement.

Yang Song stewed a pot of fresh beef and sheep before dividing porridge. At this time, the fire was just turned off.

"Brother song, when did you learn to make fresh cattle and sheep?" Chen Ming was surprised.

"Last time I had dinner at the villagers' house, I thought it was very delicious. I studied it. When I did it for the first time, I was able to take it out to meet people."

Yang Song quickly fried several dishes of home-made dishes, and even some dishes with green water and green mountains. However, time is limited, and he can't make the specifications of the banquet.

"You take the dishes out and please open them up. I'll cook fish and fry some balls. Well, I'll make a small vegetable in high soup. Do you want to make another kung pao chicken? Huai Zhaohe Shijia hasn't eaten much yet."

Meng Shihan came over quickly and said, "you've cooked all day, especially the banquet. It's laborious. Aren't you tired?"

Yang Song's workload today is much higher than usual.

"I feel fine." Yang Song smiled and said, "enjoy it. I really want to have better physical quality."

Meng Shihan's eyelashes trembled.

Chen Ming laughs with a vague smile.

"You hold it back for me and laugh so unkindly." Yang Song disliked the way.

"Brother song, you are difficult. Why don't I smile well?" Chen Ming has never heard of people swallowing back their bright smiles.

Yang Song: "tomorrow morning, I'm going to make meat pie and minced egg and meat soup. Are you going to line up?"

Chen Ming said while walking: "I don't like to laugh at all. People who love to laugh are too superficial and not solemn at all."

Only Yang Song and Meng Shihan are left in the space.

"Do you know that people love you?" Meng Shihan deliberately punched Yang Song. His small hand touched his back. He couldn't help massaging him a few times. Unexpectedly, he found that "your muscles seem to have become more beautiful."

"Do you like it?" Yang song suddenly had an idea and asked.

Sure enough, men are old color people and drive without a teacher.

"Annoying." Meng Shihan couldn't help but keep him from kissing, and his hands lingered on Yang Song's muscles.