Chapter 1047

"Baifeng Pavilion gives free sugar gourd to awaken the memory of your and my childhood."

"Brother song produces sugar gourd, which is the best of the best."

"Now, take your family out to buy sugar gourd."

"Sugar gourd in the sun is a good memory for all Chinese people."

……

For at least a month, the sugar gourd business in Los Angeles was booming, almost in short supply.

Not only that, the quality of sugar gourd in Los Angeles is guaranteed.

"Brother song gave us money. We can't smash brother song's face."

"We are determined to be the second best candied gourd in China."

Someone asked, "why not the first?"

"No doubt, the first is brother song."

Many people who travel to Los Angeles can't help buying a bunch of candied haws when they see the bright and lovely red candied haws all over the city.

"Medium, not bad! Delicious!"

Some foreign tourists don't know sugar gourd, and they see people all over the street eating sugar gourd.

Even if you eat, everyone eats with a smile.

"Especially the guests at the gate of Baifeng pavilion not only eat sugar gourd with a smile, but also eat sugar gourd with a smile and cry."

"What the hell is going on?"

In this regard, there is only one answer: "you can eat and see."

Foreigners lined up to get candied haws. Someone wanted to jump in the line: "I'll pay 20 euros for your position."

Hold the small money in your hand and shake it.

Uncle Wenjiu, who was cut in line, said, "go aside, I won't change."

Meng Wan said calmly and rationally, "Baifeng Pavilion is not allowed to buy or sell No. tickets."

Li Ke and Li qingti's response is quite outstanding and different.

The two of them lined up together, took out their mobile phones, found a picture and put it on the faces of those who tried to buy them with money.

"See clearly, do you want money? No money! You want to buy my place for hundreds of yuan. You're thinking of farting!"

"What do I work hard to make money for? Is it to let you buy my soul?"

"Eat sugar gourd as soon as possible!"

"I'm late. Look at me."

Onlookers saw the two pictures.

The first one is the gold overflowing the screen.

The second one is a golden mountain with three words on it: my mountain.

It is worth mentioning that their picture is a letter expression picture enlarged.

However, this can not stop Li Ke and Li qingti's huge self-confidence.

Yang Song also saw and heard: "I'm really worthy of being my diner. I'm really worthy of being my diner who drank Wang BA's supreme soup."

Some diners cleverly heard Yang Song's saying, "brother song, what is Wang BA's supreme soup?"

"It's a soup. It's like this..."

Yang Song boiled the soup and invited some old diners to taste it. By the way, he gave some advice.

In fact, giving advice is not by the way.

As we all know, Yang Song likes to listen to the opinions of diners so much that many people are asked to write 300 word essays.

How many people leave school and write less than 100 words a year? In most cases, it's just your own name.

Yang song just let the diners of Baifeng Pavilion pick up paper and pen.

Even let them have the heart of comparison.

"Alas, my running script really has the style of the year."

"Hehe, I was the champion of the city's middle school students' running script competition."

"Whether it's running script or regular script, I'm a big man I, and you're all brothers."

"I'll bring a brush next time."

There are a group of poor people who silently buy calligraphy notes: don't say anything. Practice calligraphy from today on.

Last night was also a coincidence. Yang Song had just cooked soup. Li Ke and Li qingti came to deliver pickles to Yang Song.

Li's pickles are said to be very famous in the south.

Li Ke's family is good at making all kinds of vegetable pickles, while Li qingti's family is good at making all kinds of meat into pickles.

Yang Song received 18 jars of pickles.

Li Ke and Li qingti respectively push a small scooter to the door of Baifeng Pavilion.

At that time, Yang Song felt as if there was a strange sound at the door.

In the middle of the night, he thought someone came to find fault.

As soon as he opened the door, two big jars startled him.

Does anyone want to burn Baifeng pavilion? Even the combustion supporting wine.

Until Li Ke and Li qingti jumped out respectively.

Yang Song is Yang Song. As a man who wants to become the king of Kitchen God in the future, he soon stabilized.

"Brother song, let me bring you pickles."

Each person has nine big jars, stacked up, which can compare with the height of dinosaurs.

Yang Song: "is that how you give gifts there?"

Almost all pickles have one characteristic - saltiness.

It just tastes heavy.

The two laughed: "surprise or not?"

Yang Song: "if I eat this pickle myself, I have to eat it for at least three years."

He overestimated himself.

A half person high pickle jar can let a mature man who is about to become the king of kitchen god eat for five or six years.

Yang Song's five senses are outstanding, especially his taste, which is at least 1.5 times more sensitive than ordinary people.

After these 18 jars of pickles are finished, they can directly send him to sit on the ground and become an immortal.

Isn't it good to live?

"Brother song, aren't you interested in fermentation?"

"Pickles depend on fermentation."

"Don't you want to study Southern cuisine? Pickles are fundamental."

"Brother song, eat more pickles. It's said that Zhuang."

……

Yang Song remembered that he accidentally watched a small video of a national style beauty some time ago. The cabbage pickled by the beauty was very good. He also praised it. Unexpectedly, the beauty was scolded.

Said that beautiful women plagiarized their pickles from Bangzi country.

Oh, fool.

Some people who don't know the truth really think that beauty makes kimchi from other countries.

Yang Song, who knew the history of Chinese pickles, couldn't bear it and immediately proposed to develop pickles.

If it should be your own, it must be your own.

"Brother song, we understand you. Come on, give those sticks a good look!"

"I support you with 93 salted vegetable decoration households in our village!"

Yang Song hooked his lips: "it's hard to move these. Do you want to come in and finish the soup?"

Li Ke and Li qingti promised that this was the most beautiful invitation they had heard at night in the whole year.

"OK."

"Of course."

Yang Song took people into Baifeng Pavilion.

Rick is still worrying: "what about the jar? Brother song, do you have a place to put it here? It's best to put it in a cool, dry and ventilated place."

Yang Song: "don't worry. My friend will take them away later."

He is now a man with a Courtyard Villa.

It's nothing to put a few pickle jars.

"Come on, come and try my wangba world supreme soup." Yang Song took them directly to the big kitchen.

Meng Shihan, Chen Ming, Shen Huaizhao and Meng Shijia are all waiting.

They are all acquaintances. After taking care of them, they sit down together and wait for soup.

"Why are you all wilting?" Li Kedao.

"Brother song can make soup to drink. Why are you so sad?" Li qingti doesn't understand.

Meng Shijia sighed and said, "we've been waiting for three hours."

Chen Ming said: "to be exact, it has been thirty-two hours and fifty-six minutes from yesterday to today."

Li Ke and Li qingti were confused: "how long will it take?"

Everyone shook their heads together.

Yang Song said: "there are less than ten minutes to turn off the engine."

"Wang BA's world's supreme soup is very aggressive at the name. It must be delicious!"

"I just don't know what brother song stewed."

"Brother song's soup is worth waiting for."