Chapter 1078

A chef Gu Baiwei came to the capital. When he got to the place, he hurried to Baifeng Pavilion.

I received my express at the gate of the food street. Chef Gu was not in a hurry to sign. He squatted on the excuse, opened the big paper box and disassembled it layer by layer.

Sponge, fixed frame, layers of adhesive tape again and again, and finally saw a small wooden box.

Gu Baiwei carefully opened the box, which contained twelve knives.

From Magnolia officinalis kitchen knife to short blade machete, from thick to thin, from large to small, everything.

The sabre is bright and cold.

"Very good, spend more money, air transportation is right." Gu Baiwei signed his name, carried the box and officially set foot on the food street with Yang Song.

Gu Baiwei opened a private restaurant in Beijing, only once a week, only one table at a time.

Anyone who goes to eat has to make an appointment.

In order to eat his dishes, many people made an appointment list three years later.

Rao is so. There are still people waiting in line, but Gu Baiwei doesn't want to.

He only takes the list for three years.

After receiving the list, he asked for money and did not allow the guests to change the meal time at will.

Anyone who really wants to change the time will have to charge double the meal money. In this regard, he will not easily agree with the guests to change the time.

Gu Baiwei's private restaurant may not be the most profitable restaurant in Beijing or the most famous, but it is definitely the most difficult to make an appointment.

With his superb cooking skills, Gu Baiwei can make half of the chefs in Beijing call eldest brother.

Less than 30 years old, Gu Baiwei has been able to achieve today's achievements. Gu Baiwei can walk sideways in the culinary circle in Beijing.

Gu Baiwei can't be called the first in cooking, but he dares to say that he is the second in the younger generation, and no one dares to be the first.

Yang song can cut Wensi tofu. Gu Baiwei could cut it six years ago.

Yang song can shred countless vegetables, melons and fruits, and even pork. Gu Baiwei could do it three years ago.

Everyone talked about Yang Song, a culinary genius. Gu Baiwei didn't pay attention to him at all.

He came directly from Beijing to find Yang Song this time.

"I just want to ask, why are you as famous as me?" Gu Baiwei took a post from Meng Shihan's grandfather.

He can enter Baifeng Pavilion during non business hours.

Beijing Baiwei, Los Angeles Yangsong.

The two geniuses in the culinary industry were compared together. Yang Song didn't care, and Gu Baiwei was unhappy.

"You may be interesting, but compared with me, you are qualified?"

Gu Baiwei looked at Yang Song with a flat tone.

He is not humiliating Yang Song, but consciously expounding the facts.

Yang Song glanced at the suitcase he was carrying: "I'm not sure whether it's qualified or not, but there's a sentence I like very much."

"You want to practice with me?"

"It's not me, it's you." Yang songzai carefully washed his hands and wiped them clean: "I want to tell you that you behave yourself and want to challenge me. I remember to pay in line."

There are too many people coming to challenge Yang Song.

If there is no threshold, Baifeng Pavilion doesn't have to open the door.

Naturally, there are many people with real talents who come to challenge, but there are also many who make up the numbers.

"You have to pay for a competition?" Gu Baiwei looked at the doctor with the look of a financial fan: "it's really a fellow Chinese. I also like money very much. Let's make a price."

"Plant a hundred trees." Yang Song smiled ill intentioned.

"What?"

"Alashan, Pingwu, Hohhot, or the Yellow River. You can choose to plant 100 trees in these places."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Gu Baiwei suspected that he had heard wrong: "I took out my wallet. Do you want me to plant trees?"

"You don't have to go to battle in person. Donate the money to public welfare organizations and entrust them to grow it." Yang Song explained: "Haloxylon ammodendron, hickory and Populus euphratica can promote greening as long as they are suitable for water and soil."

"Why plant trees?" Can't he just give the money?

"No." Yang Song said, "I don't need money. It's boring to collect your money. Maybe I'll be scolded for being greedy."

"Then you can't accept it?"

"What's more, I can't easily let you people who take up my rest time." It's too late for him to fall in love.

Gu Baiwei checked on the Internet: "planting trees in those places you say costs a lot."

"Well, you look like you don't need money. Make some contributions to the greening of the earth. It can be regarded as the blessing of future generations."

"There should also be people with poor money who come here to challenge you? You also let people plant 100 trees at home?"

"Of course not." Yang Song took out a complete set of tea sets and ground tea powder.

"Those chefs who abide by the rules, take the official channels and write an invitation to the Los Angeles Food Association only need to plant three trees."

"Those who, without saying a word, go to my store or food street to do things, and after being appeased, go to the food association to apply, depending on the seriousness of the situation, plant 20 to 300 trees."

For example, Yoshio Nozawa, the old boy is very suitable to be driven to plant 300 trees.

"Why should I plant a hundred?" He didn't do anything. He can apply honestly.

"For some reasons, the challenge was temporarily stopped. The specific time to start again is uncertain. In short, the time will not be short." Yang Songdao.

"Your situation must be compared with me. It belongs to Gaza. You don't have much to plant a hundred trees." Yang Song's explanation of the old God.

"There was no such rule before I checked it on the Internet."

"This rule has just come into being. You are the first person to experience. Are you happy?"

Gu Baiwei wants to carve a happy on Yang Song with the twelve knives in the box.

"If I disagree?"

"Then don't compete."

Yang Song doesn't care anyway: "there are always people who think they are as famous as me, but in fact I don't care, because I always have a way to kill the one with my name in the shortest time. I like invincibility and the taste of loneliness."

Gu Baiwei hehe: stepping on a horse gives you a face, doesn't it? Do you really think big guys have a good temper?

"A hundred trees is a hundred trees. What if you lose?"

This is the first to ask Yang Song what to do if he loses.

"You has the final say." Yang Song doesn't matter. He can't lose anyway.

"If you lose, call me big brother and be my little brother. Especially in front of your colleagues, be obedient and clever." Gu Baiwei. "When you beat me, turn over and be the master."

The bet is a bit of a joke.

Yang Song said, "if you lose, you'll work for me for 100 days without paying me."

Only then did he know that the price of Gu Baiwei's private restaurant was so amazing that the cheapest dish was only three figures.

This is a rich man. If he doesn't fight the rich, it's like a thunderbolt.

"Deal!" Two high fives.

"We're better now." Gu Baiwei can't wait for another little brother.

"Not today." Yang Song looked at the door and said, "someone has made a reservation. I won't be free until tomorrow."

Yoshio Nozawa, dressed in a very traditional service, walked towards Yang Song step by step.

"Yang Song, failure is your only destination."

"Today, I want to wash away the shame and let the world witness that only we, he Guocai, are the leader of the whole Asian cuisine."

"And I will make history. I am the pride of the yeze family, hehe..."

The temperament of form two is everywhere.