Chapter 1050

Clatter, clatter, clatter.

Six.

Six people stood up and looked at Yang Song in disbelief.

"Brother song, you said the soup failed?"

"Such soup is a failure?"

"How can a failed product be like this?"

"I don't believe it."

"Tang Mingming is so excellent."

……

How hard are they to accept?

Yang song can only repeat: "yes, it's a failure."

He was a little depressed.

However, the shocked eyes of the six people, the mood stimulated by the fierce blow, said sadly:

"I learned a lesson. I won't give you a taste of the dishes I cooked for the first time."

The six were even more surprised: "this soup, is it your first time?"

Yang Song nodded: "yes, the first time I did it, I overturned. It's too sad. I have to pour this pot of soup."

Save him from looking sad.

"No!" The six people no longer wanted to compete for the enemy in each other's bowl. They instantly allied: "brother song, you can't do this. The soup is good. It didn't do anything wrong."

Yang Song: "wrong, he doesn't drink well."

"You can't wrong it. Why isn't the soup delicious?"

"The most expensive soup I drank in Sanxing's Restaurant half a month ago was not as good as this."

"What a pity."

Yang Song wants to fall, and six people protect the jar from falling.

"Brother song, if you really want to pour it out, pour me the soup. I have a trumpet called Wanjie recycling bucket." Chen Ming really dares to say anything.

Yang Song: "in order to drink this pot of bad soup, you really spell it."

Unexpectedly, Meng Shijia immediately said, "in fact, I also have a nickname called diamond recycling bucket."

Shen Huaizhao: "my name is Tang Tong."

Meng Shihan also wanted to raise her hand. When Yang Song looked over, she held back: I'm a man with a boyfriend. I must hold back.

"Thousands of words come together into one sentence, brother song, we want to drink this pot of soup."

"But it doesn't taste good."

"It's delicious!"

"It's really bad."

"It's really delicious!"

Yang Song: why on earth should we have such a dialogue without nutrition?

"Well, whatever you want." Yang Song was relieved. He had to find a way to boil another pot.

Six people gathered around the jar and found that there was not much left of the soup. Why don't you take a spoonful and I take a spoonful.

"It's really the king's supreme soup. It's really delicious!"

Yang song suddenly turned back and said coldly, "don't call it the king's supreme soup."

"Why?" All six of them think the name is very powerful and domineering.

"Because it doesn't deserve it." Yang Song said and left.

He studied a new soup and failed the first time.

"Unhappy." Yang Song was walking in the bamboo forest. The more he thought about it, the more unhappy he was: "the bamboo forest is too small."

"Why should I live in Baifeng pavilion?"

"By the way, if you don't live upstairs, you have to go to Meng Shihan's house."

"Ha ha, ridiculous."

"No, I forgot a very important thing!" Yang Song's hands fell behind him and looked up at the sky at 45 corners: "I don't have a villa yet!"

"How can you forget about buying a villa? It's serious."

"No wonder I always feel out of my mind. As expected, there is something important to do."

"How can a person who is the king of the world's supreme soup do well if he doesn't have a villa and doesn't feel strong?"

Don't mention the villa in the space.

That's different.

Yang Song breathed out: "I'll buy a villa tomorrow morning."

Before going to bed, he set an alarm clock on his mobile phone.

Early the next morning, Yang Song made a rare round of red beans: Red Bean Bun, red bean cake and red bean porridge.

"I think I'm a southerner. I've been lurking in Los Angeles for so long. It's not easy for me to finally wait for SongGe's full set of sweet breakfast."

"Speaking of dessert, isn't there a famous xianpin Pavilion in the south?"

"Yes, I know that. Their family is very good at making red bean cakes."

"This xianpin pavilion has a history of 300 years. There are 18 kinds of red bean cakes with red beans as the main ingredient. These 18 kinds of red bean cakes are sought after by new and old diners, and they often have to be booked to eat."

"Who makes better, brother song or xianpin pavilion?"

Sooner or later there will be such questions.

The southerner who spoke before was su Momo, a very gentle water girl.

"I like the food made by brother song very much. It is definitely the iron powder of Baifeng Pavilion. But brother song himself said before that he had just dabbled in desserts, and xianpin pavilion has been making cakes for more than 300 years. Many teachers and many people have learned to make cakes since children."

The implication is that Yang Song's red bean cake is not as good as xianpin Pavilion.

Some diners want to refute. They see that the other party is a very simple and beautiful sister. They make sense. They don't disrespect brother song, but simply explain their views.

Everyone has a steelyard in his heart.

Su Momo is also a little sad. She takes Yang Song as her idol. Even if it is objective, Yang song really can't make red bean cakes like xianpin Pavilion.

"But brother song has just started. After a few years, he will certainly be as delicious as xianpin Pavilion!"

Affirmation from Jiangnan beauty.

Yang Song heard it and couldn't help smiling: "I didn't expect this girl to be my little fan sister."

"Yes, yes, brother song just started learning to make dessert. He can already open a cake banquet. Over time, he will be as excellent as the dessert master in Jiangnan!"

In China, there are eating hobbies everywhere.

There are people in one place.

For example, you go to Sichuan people and shout: our Mapo Tofu is better than yours.

Sichuan people will sneer and beat you with Mapo Tofu to call you dad.

People in Jiangnan are fond of sweetness. The cakes in the south are more exquisite and beautiful than those elsewhere, and the taste is often better.

Every place has its own good food.

This is the food of Huaxia family. A hundred flowers bloom and a hundred schools of thought contend.

Yang Song's family is in the countryside of Los Angeles. The representative delicacies in Los Angeles are donkey soup, roast duck, flower cake and so on.

Pastries excluding red beans.

In fact, even many Los Angeles people haven't eaten cakes made of red beans.

After all, there are thousands of delicious foods in the world, and they can't have eaten them all.

They are not some confident crooked nuts. They have the courage to claim to eat all over China in three months.

It is said that the boy hasn't left Chengdu for half a year.

Just add laughter.

The diners looked at the young man with a gentleman like jade in the morning light, their brother song.

"Brother song is too hard. He's tired and thin after studying so many delicious food for us, but he's more handsome. He'll cheer up later. Even if the red bean cake is almost interesting this time, he'll give me a trick."

"Give play to the acting skills of people in our society. First think about how to behave delicious later."

"Recite what you said during the last meal."

"I don't remember. I remember how delicious the dish was."

"Try to remember."

"Give it to me, everyone follow me, close your eyes and imagine peeing beef balls, clear soup longxumian, squirrel mandarin fish..."