Chapter 1094

Because of the biscuits, everyone temporarily forgot that Yang Song said he would reduce the time period for opening the store.

The main thing is that this leaf cookie is really delicious.

It's salty, sweet and crisp. It tastes like mint, crunching and crunching one by one.

"My brother-in-law said there were nine kinds of vegetables. I only ate mint and onion. What did you eat?"

Shen Huaizhao and Meng Shihan ate very seriously.

"Carrots, potatoes and tomatoes!" This is Shen Huaizhao.

"There is the smell of scallion oil. There should be green bamboo and scallion in it. In addition, I vaguely tasted the taste of spinach."

They can't eat anything else.

Eight, and one.

Yang song suddenly frowned: "sorry, I'll say less. It's actually ten kinds of vegetables."

Two more.

Chen Ming's video call came again.

"You're eating cookies behind my back!"

"Don't hide. It's no use hiding. I've seen it!"

"Leaf shaped cookies are so cute. Meng Shijia, you beast, eat slowly. You've had breakfast. Don't be like a hungry ghost!"

"Brother song, dear brother song, send me some cookies. Call someone in the same city who is very fast. Or I'll ask our driver to get it. You can let them eat slowly."

Chen Ming is crying again.

The son of the richest man didn't cry when he was kidnapped. He was going to cry when he couldn't eat pig soup and cookies.

Yang Song: "you're a little promising. Just a few cookies. I baked them for the first time. They're not necessarily delicious."

Chen Ming wiped his face: "brother song, you still don't know yourself. How can your baked cookies not be delicious?"

Meng Shijia eats happily. Although Meng Shihan and Shen Huaizhao want to protect the dignity of beautiful women in front of Yang Song, they don't slow down.

Yang Song: "let it cool."

If the biscuits are not cool, they can't be packaged, which will affect the taste.

"When it's cold, it's gone." Chen Ming holds the tablet and wants to come through the screen.

"Meng Shijia, eat less. If you eat too many cookies, it's easy to accumulate food and don't grow!" The tone was bitter.

Yang Song: "no, I bake this biscuit in a unique way. It's convenient for jokes and won't accumulate food."

"Two beauties, you are too fat to eat cookies. One cookie is a kilo."

All roads lead to Rome, and there is more than one way to dissuade biscuits.

Yang Song also said: "no, it's healthy biscuits. I won't get fat after eating. How can I make such a mistake when I bake biscuits for the first time?"

Old Versailles.

Chen Ming's road was blocked to death.

"Brother song, help biscuits." He can't even eat slag.

Instead, Yang Song said, "you'd better take good care of yourself. Cookies are snacks after all. Eat less."

Better not eat.

Chen Ming is wronged. He can't eat cookies. The lion is so cute.

Who would have thought that one day, it is not a small goal, not sibling rivalry, but a small biscuit that will defeat the richest man's son.

Yang Song caught the man and asked:

"Daughter in law, what do you think of this biscuit? Is there anything to improve?"

"Huai Zhao, speak out boldly. There must be many defects in this little cookie. Just say seven or eight."

"Little brother, you've eaten a lot of biscuits. Come and write a small composition for your brother-in-law. It's called eating biscuits. It doesn't need to be more. Just 800 words. Remember to be concise and comprehensive. If you want to write more, you must have something to say and dare to water. Baifeng Pavilion won't have your place in the future."

Yang Song sent notebooks and pens to each of them.

"Write quickly. You're welcome." Yang Song was excited: "I want to absorb your opinions and improve cookies."

"I haven't made cookies before. I found that baking cookies was so fun."

"The principle of baking biscuits is actually similar to that of baking kebabs. I found my original heart again."

Yang Song didn't do anything else, so he stared at them in the yard.

If he had another whip in his hand, he would be almost like the dean.

"Why not write?" Yang Songdao.

"Do you write sorry in front of me?" Yang Song is very understanding and generous: "it doesn't matter. Don't worry about writing. The first time I baked cookies was not delicious and had many shortcomings. I had some psychological preparation and wrote it at ease."

"I have a reward for who writes the best."

Even lured.

"Have you eaten Shenyang chicken rack?" Yang Song's voice is like a villain who tricked children with candy.

"Fried chicken rack, mixed chicken rack, grilled chicken rack, baked chicken rack, haven't you eaten?"

"Never." Across the screen, Chen Ming's voice of swallowing water can cover the other three people in the yard.

"Brother song, I can smell the fragrance. Are you baking cookies?" Gu Baiwei, as a temporary non staff member of Baifeng Pavilion, has the right to enter and leave Baifeng Pavilion freely.

When I entered the door, I saw exquisite leaf biscuits, and my eyes lit up.

"It's really a biscuit. It's really a biscuit. I smell it..." Gu Baiwei climbed ashore like a drowning man.

"I smell potatoes, tomatoes, peppermint, carrots, spinach, onions, and a very unique smell of green onions. Strange, I seem to have never smelled the smell of green onion oil."

"It's green bamboo and green onion." Yang Song took out a small plate from behind with two sections of green bamboo and green onions on it.

Gu Baiwei seemed to be struck by thunder: "this is the legendary green bamboo onion? It's really the legendary green bamboo onion. I just heard of this in the old generation. I thought it was just a legend. I didn't expect it to be true."

He held the plate as if holding a set of quadrangles within the second ring road of the capital.

"It is said that green bamboo onion is the best of onions. The onion juice is as abundant as fruit juice. The spicy onion set off in the sweet fragrance can improve the taste. Even people who lose their taste can recover immediately after eating it."

Yang Song is very calm, calm and ordinary: "in fact, it's not a legend. Green bamboo and onion can really cure taste."

It is not only delicious, but also has magical medicinal value.

He still didn't dare believe it, but the onion was so beautiful and smelled so beautiful.

Gu Baiwei is in Beijing. Have you seen any good varieties of onions these years?

Many foreign chefs showed off in front of him with a product of green onions specially cultivated by their country.

Chef Gu was dismissive, but he still wanted it.

He spent a lot of money to buy good varieties of onions all over the world, and admitted that some onions are really good.

But now, chef Gu thinks: what is it? What onions do you sell to chef? Compared with green bamboo and green onions, they should be fed to pigs.

Yang Song said, "don't just smell it. You can try it. Green bamboo and green onion are actually a kind of fruit in some cases. It's delicious."

Chef Gu raised his hand and retracted.

"What's the matter? Don't like it?" Yang Song was a little surprised. Gu Baiwei didn't look like he didn't like onions.

When he made pig soup in the morning, he even had a good time eating spring onions.

"No." Gu Baiwei shook his head and was very serious: "brother song, I think I have to take a bath, change my clothes, smoke incense, worship heaven and earth, and taste green bamboo and green onions."

He has just come back from the outside. He is disheartened and unworthy of the legendary onion.

Yang Song: "do you want to fast for another three days?"