Chapter 1097

Yang Song also wondered, "don't you like pastries?"

"Yes, although it's autumn, it's still very hot. I don't want to eat cookies." The diners were sure.

Yang Song believed it. The next day he made peach cakes and gave them away all over the street.

The diners looked at the peach crisp with the beautiful aroma of the lover's first kiss and swallowed their saliva silently.

"In order not to write an 800 character essay, we have to bear it!"

On the third day, Yang Song made snow crisp again.

Snowflake crisp, white and beautiful, is a beautiful and fragrant pastry. Chefs in the food street take snowflake crisp and taste it carefully.

"It's delicious. I'll only eat one piece and take the rest home to my family."

"There are many people in my family, so I can only eat half a piece."

"Don't sell it. Get up. Brother song made it himself and gave it to us. He won't sell it for much unless you give me 260 million."

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There are many large and small shops in the food street. Yang Song sends crispy cakes instead of repeating them. He always teaches while sending them.

When others learn to cook and pay tuition fees, Yang Song not only sends them to the door to take the initiative to teach, but also provides cake sponsorship.

That's great.

On the fourth day, Yang Song made rose pastry. The layers of pastry were bitten open. It was filled with red roses. It was fragrant, sweet and charming.

The diners can't stand it.

"Brother song, is that rose cake delicious?"

Yang Song shook his head: "I don't know. It should be OK."

Although he has excellent cooking skills and will become the king of the kitchen god in the future, he is very modest and will never think that he will be delicious when he makes a pastry for the first time.

"Still need improvement."

The diners tried, "is there anything we can do for you?"

They are willing to write small compositions.

SongGe brand pastries made them greedy and greedy all over.

Yang Song shook his head: "I don't need it for the time being."

He took out a stack of manuscript paper: "they all gave feedback on the pastry given to everyone. I'm busy reading it."

The reading comprehension ability of all stores in the food street has been rapidly improved.

I wonder if the Chinese teacher who once taught them is happy.

The diners are stupid.

They used to dislike small compositions in every way. Now they want to write, but they find that they can't write any more.

Once they looked down on small compositions, but now they look down on small compositions.

In this way, diners watched Yang Song deliver pastries in the street every day.

All the shops and snack carts in the food street have a cake sent by Yang Song.

Red bean pastry, mung bean pastry, peanut pastry, hazelnut pastry and walnut pastry.

Yang Song took care of every family.

The students in Los Angeles wrote a joint letter to the former senior brother.

The specific content is 2000 words of praise and praise, and none of them is repeated.

And the real point of the last sentence: Please brother song can save the students. The food in the canteen can't go dark anymore.

What is the most famous dish in the canteen of Los Angeles University?

Fried tomatoes with tomatoes. This dish is fried with red tomatoes and green tomatoes. Red and green complement each other. The strange appearance makes people lose appetite.

Potatoes can be combined with 10000 kinds of ingredients, such as zongzi and salted duck eggs.

Cucumber can cool all, including fried dough sticks.

The whole canteen can't be described as delicious or not.

Yang Song's younger martial brothers and sisters said: "normal food windows are often overcrowded, and delicious windows are often sold out."

The dark cooking window always exudes the smell of death.

Yang Song embarked on a new journey with biscuits.

He returned to his alma mater and continued to send cookies.

Melon seed crisp, pine nut crisp and red jujube crisp are sent out without money.

At first, most canteen chefs didn't want to look at people.

"What pastry? I don't like sweet at all."

"Hum, the food in the school restaurant is different from that in other restaurants."

"The young man is flattered with one face. He doesn't know how much he weighs."

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That's what I said. When the pastry is delivered to me, I have to eat it.

No matter what kind of pastry it is, open the lid and smell the fragrance. The cook who is rolling his eyes and talking hard is stunned.

"It smells good. I'll try if it tastes good?"

"Don't just smell good."

Chef Zhang, who controls the largest window at Los Angeles University, sells noodles, including tomato and egg noodles, shredded pork with green pepper noodles, braised beef noodles and sliced meat with mushrooms.

There are all kinds of noodles. With a large amount of benefits, the taste is normal, and the business is always hot.

Of course, it is only limited to the time period when students are busy preparing for the exam. Usually, as long as they have time, students still like to run out to eat or eat takeout.

Yang Song gave him walnut crisp.

Chef Zhang crunched and ate two pieces in a row. The more he ate, the more he wanted to eat. He simply poured the jar up and directly into his mouth.

"I have walnut pastry in my hometown. It's not as delicious from snacks to big."

Yang Song took the opportunity to say, "I'm busy making cookies and forgot to have lunch. Can chef Zhang lend me a place to eat noodles?"

He plans to cook noodles himself in front of chef Zhang.

"We don't have any food left here." Chef Zhang said suspiciously.

The students at Los Angeles University are miserable.

Yang Song didn't say more. Wash your hands and start with noodles.

Chef Zhang frowned: "we have an electric noodle machine. You can use the machine directly."

He thinks it's all noodles. Rolling noodles by hand may be a little hard, but the taste is the same as that made by machines.

Yang Song reappears the dragon beard with 14 buckles.

White and slender, wrapped in flour, put into boiling water.

Cooked, after cold water, Yang Song smashed mashed garlic, dripped sesame oil, poured vinegar, sesame sauce, leek sauce, etc. after stirring, he began to eat.

Very simple cold garlic noodles, as long as they are from the Central Plains, they have never eaten.

Yang Song gave chef Zhang half of the bowl.

Chef Zhang with a beer belly almost didn't eat the bowl.

"You are hand-made noodles. You use all the ingredients here. Why is it so delicious?" Chef Zhang looked at the empty bowl and said, "it's better than beef noodles with beef in my shop."

A real metaphor.

Yang Song said, "this is very general."

What's delicious? It's delicious. This kind of noodles doesn't deserve a menu in Baifeng Pavilion.

The flour used in the canteen is too ordinary. The garlic is still fresh. The water vapor is not dried clean. The sesame paste is also fake. The green onions look very fresh. He didn't even get the green onion oil.

Chef Zhang ran out and came back with some tomatoes and eggs.

"This is a school. There are too many students to eat. It's impossible to make noodles by hand like you. If you make noodles by machine, you can make them so delicious?"

He provided materials and could not let Yang song make them with spices.

Tomato and egg noodles are the best-selling noodles in their window.

Yang Song reluctantly picked out a few tomatoes and eggs.

"Do you still have scallions? You want those with belt mud. After you wash and peel the scallions, they have been kept for at least six hours and can't squeeze out scallion oil."

This is the school canteen. Yang song can't use green bamboo and green onions.

Chef Zhang took out some green onions from the cabinet door in the corner and gave them to him.