Chapter 1084

These days, some people spell father, others spell sister, such as Meng Shijia.

Situ ran went home last night and immediately wrote an article on the importance of a beautiful sister.

Li Ke and Li qingti went to apply for a chef class.

Meng Wan also wants to apply for class, but he is really busy.

Wu Tiantian is sober: "it's easy for a second-class cook to take the exam. What's not easy is to make dishes that satisfy brother song."

Liu Wenwu said, "there must be two more."

This is an almost impossible task.

Shandong Xu family, three generations are chefs.

Xu Chuanduan, the second generation chef, is now in charge. He has been in his 60s and 50s this year. He is in good health and hale and hearty.

Still active in the front line of the back kitchen.

Xu Chuanduan's son, Xu Yifeng, is 30 years old. His sons have gone to primary school.

Xu Yifeng can still be trained like his second grandson in front of his father.

"Go to Los Angeles, find Yang Song and find a way to worship him as a teacher."

"But Dad, I heard chef Yang doesn't accept disciples at all."

Xu Chuan pays close attention to the Los Angeles Food Association and every dynamic they send.

Of course, including Yang Song's video screen.

"It's normal for a chef like him not to accept disciples." Xu Chuanduan said, "that's why you have to be his apprentice."

Xu Yifeng: "I think you're looking for trouble, and I have evidence."

"Less than 30 years old, you already have such cooking skills. You are young, have strength and can't see the potential in the end. You have dabbled in various cuisines."

"It is said that there are representative dishes of the eight major Chinese cuisines on the menu of Baifeng Pavilion. As long as chef Yang puts the dishes on the menu, they must be first-class and can stand anyone's criticism."

"Such a chef can give you guidance. Locking at home all day is not good for you, so you must ask Yang Song to agree to accept you as an apprentice."

"Only in this way can you go to a higher level."

Xu Chuanduan has nothing to teach his son. Xu Yifeng needs a better chef.

"He looks very young. Can he really make dishes that make people feel very delicious?"

"What happened to the young man?" Xu Chuanduan stared at his son: "no matter what field you are in, don't look down on young people casually. Youth often means unlimited development. Go to him to learn, and others can't teach you."

Xu Yifeng is already a famous chef in Shandong. He just doesn't have much face in front of his father.

It's hard to make further progress when you grow to the height of Xu Yifeng.

"If you can't worship the teacher, don't come back." Xu Chuan is worthy of being his father. He has a firm grasp of the quotations of his Chinese father.

"OK, I'll pack up and go to Los Angeles next month."

Yang Song in Baifeng Pavilion couldn't help sneezing. Fortunately, he ran to the backyard in time.

Otherwise, Yang Song may lose the ingredients of the whole kitchen after sneezing.

This guy's requirements for food materials have reached a kind of abnormal persistence.

Not fresh, not clean.

It doesn't even feel right.

Yang Song will cook with the top ingredients provided by the system. He will also buy vegetables from the vegetable market, and even some uncles, aunts, grandparents with small scooters and shoulder poles.

Before that, I bought vegetables from a red scarf that called him brother.

"I always feel a little cold behind. Who is thinking of me?" Yang Song raised his head and looked at the sky at an angle of 40 degrees.

"The weather in Los Angeles is very good. It's hot when it's hot and cold when it's cold. It's not dry, wet or hot. The scenery is good. I'm a little reluctant to leave."

"Suddenly I have to go. The garbage system doesn't let me take my girlfriend."

"The richest man's son won't take it if he doesn't let it. Why can't a girlfriend who has become a fiancee take it?"

Yang Song's head is full of big question marks.

Yang Song, who doesn't understand, simply doesn't want to. He silently decides that sooner or later he will let the garbage system kneel on the ground and can't stand it. He doesn't dare to put any conditions on him anymore.

When he becomes the king of the kitchen god, it will be the day when the garbage game bows to the throne.

Because he wanted to go out alone, Yang Song was not very happy even if he won Ichio Nozawa.

This is the personal cultivation of becoming the king of Kitchen God.

"I have won more. I have been calm for a long time."

"Alas, it's very cold at high altitude."

Yang Song started his business at noon and treated the still full diners equally.

At the gate of Baifeng Pavilion, some people still beat their chest and feet, questioned God, cried and finally cheered silently at the bottom of their heart because they ran slowly and failed to get the ticket.

"I will come back!"

Wrong.

"Next time, I will run faster than all of you. I must eat brother song's dishes and become the first person to enter the store!"

The goal is good. It's estimated to earn a lot of money.

Noon business ended peacefully. Yang Song didn't plan to cut vegetables at the door today.

He stopped Shen Menghan.

"What do you want to do this afternoon? I'll accompany you."

He hasn't been with his girlfriend for a long time.

Meng Shihan was obviously surprised: "aren't you busy today?"

"What are you doing? Where is it important to accompany your girlfriend?" Yang Song was able to betray a group of single dogs in Baifeng Pavilion for a reason.

"Is that tired?" Meng Shihan is very sensible. Although she seduces Yang Song several times every three or five times to play cosplay, she is still very considerate of her boyfriend.

"Not tired, how can I be tired to accompany you?"

Chen Ming and Meng Shijia pricked their ears to eavesdrop.

"Hehe, where did brother song learn the slag man quotations?"

"That's a good sentence. I have to write it down. Huaizhao's classmates are very beautiful. Try another day."

Meng Shihan still loves Yang Song: "let's go back to the villa, stay together, watch TV, drink some wine and chat. You can rest at any time when you're tired."

Very simple couple relationship mode.

Yang Song was moved: "good!"

Meng Shihan leaned against his arms and smiled softly and shyly: "you're so nice."

While Yang Song went upstairs to change clothes, the beautiful and gentle beauty Meng turned her head to Chen Ming and Meng Shijia. Her face was ferocious, her eyes were ferocious and her tone was cold: "from now on, you are not allowed to appear until my dear and I come out of the villa, you know?"

Chen Ming and Meng Shijia are surprised at how quickly women change faces. They don't know what to say.

Meng Shihan grabbed a watermelon with his palm like a knife and quickly split it several times.

Click, click!

Watermelon is in full bloom like a flower.

Like a head, broken and bleeding.

"Otherwise, this is your end, okay?"

"Got it, got it." Chen Ming and Meng Shijia almost peed.

Nima, this watermelon is bigger than a foot bath!

Yang Song went downstairs and changed his body. He appeared in a free and unrestrained white shirt.

"Wait a minute?"

"No, it's sweet to wait for a lover." Meng Shihan became the gentle fairy again.

"How about having some green plum wine and papaya wine today? I brewed it some time ago. I'll give you the first taste."

"Honey, it's nice to have you." Meng Shihan even blushed: "my boyfriend is the best!"

Chen Ming and Meng Shijia: hehe, woman.

When they were walking away, Meng Shijia said, "Ming brother, my brother-in-law also sprayed perfume, net red perfume, the name is charm."

Chen Ming: "ha ha, man."