Chapter 1096

Yang Song searched the Internet and easily found out what Qingji's 18 kinds of biscuits are.

Vegetable cake, egg cake, mung bean cake, red bean cake, milk biscuit, snowflake cake, almond biscuit, salt biscuit, peach cake, sesame cake, taro cake, peanut cake, hazelnut cake, walnut cake, melon seed cake, rice cake, red jujube cake and rose cake.

This is the lineup.

"I haven't eaten many kinds either." Yang Song sighed, "but it's very interesting. You can try it."

Gu Baiwei collapsed: "brother song, you said you haven't eaten many kinds?"

"Well, I've only eaten vegetable cake, sesame cake and peach cake. Nothing else." Yang Song is very sincere.

Gu Baiwei: "you've only eaten three of the eighteen kinds of pastry?"

"Well, I haven't eaten fifteen." Yang Song touched his chin and looked at the eighteen kinds of pastries with only names.

"You said you would make these eighteen kinds of biscuits?" Gu Baiwei feels that Yang Song is joking.

"I never joke." Yang Songdao.

"Brother song, these eighteen kinds of pastry are my Chinese traditional pastry."

"I know."

Yang Song has a clear grasp of theoretical knowledge.

No one knows that Yang Song is often required to endorse by the system.

"After several generations of chefs' exploration, it has time significance and is not so easy to do." Gu Baiwei said it straight.

"There are challenges, I like it." Yang Song's evil taste can be seen. He likes difficulties. The more difficult it is, the more he wants to do it, so as to be forced by people's front clothes.

Gu Baiwei practiced cooking since childhood and became famous when he was young. He has always been very proud of his life.

Younger than him, no one is better at cooking than him, and few are better at cooking than him.

Never knowing how to write the word modesty, Gu Baiwei met Yang Song who was more arrogant than him.

"Brother song, are you sure? It's really not easy." Gu Baiwei doesn't know whether he is persuading Yang song or himself.

"It's okay, vegetable biscuits, me too." brother song, try it. Am I right? "

Yang Song tasted it and boasted that he had made progress. He took the opportunity to demonstrate it himself.

Excitedly, the shopkeeper thanked him again and again.

If you want to cook food for a long time, the taste is the same reputation.

Cooks have a lot of privacy in their profession. Few people don't want to pay so much.

They have been very lucky to do business with baifengge street. Yang song specially takes time to teach them every day, which is a great favor.

Yang Song sent the whole car of cookies and taught many people.

He has to go back to business.

There were many people who didn't receive the cookies, looking at Yang Song eagerly.

They are embarrassed to take the initiative to speak, but they are also really envious.

Yang Song said, "I'll go back to cook first and bake some cookies later."

"Thank you, brother song!"

"Brother song is really a good man!"

"Brother song must not be human."

"Huh?"

"He is an immortal. He came down to save us all!"

……

Yang Song gives cookies to every family. Even people pushing snack carts won't miss them.

It's all on the same street.

Outside those shops that are not in the food street: "our envious eyes are red and our hearts are in tears."

They also want to move in and be neighbors on the same street as Baifeng Pavilion.

Diners lined up to know that Yang Song baked beauty and health biscuits of ten kinds of vegetables and gave them away. One by one, they were excited.

"Brother song should also send us?"

"It doesn't matter whether you give it or not. As long as it's on the menu of Baifeng Pavilion, we can buy it ourselves."

"The key is to have a chance to eat."

……

Yang Song: "I don't have time to cook so much. I have to send it to the neighborhood."

A group of diners who have been promoted and raised, or are on the way to promotion and raise: "what do you mean? Look down on what we want to buy? "

Yang Song: "it doesn't mean that. I baked this biscuit just to give it away. Please give me some advice. 800 words will do."

At this point, the diners won't mention the cookies.

They couldn't put forward a mere 800 words.

Yang Song has been in business for so long. What do the diners have to say.

It's just that Yang song always asks them for advice.

"What are the shortcomings of my cooking? Or simply, what are the shortcomings?" Master Yang Song asked.

A group of diners: "we think there is no shortage. It's already delicious."

Yang Song: "no, I feel you're lying to me. How can it be delicious? This dish doesn't match. There must be something wrong with it."

"What's wrong with brother song?"

"I don't know yet. I'm waiting for feedback from diners."

His diners were killed.

Although small biscuits are desirable, diners can do nothing about 800 word small compositions.

For many years in the past, they didn't write compositions for many years.

"In fact, I don't really want to eat cookies. I prefer roast chicken wings today."

"Yes, in fact, I came to eat beef noodles today."

"Yes, I'm here to eat jade dragon tendon and lotus roast fish."

They are not interested in cookies that need to write small compositions.