Chapter 1098

Yang Songgang was about to clean the ingredients when Gu Baiwei suddenly appeared: "brother song, brother song, how can you do this job? Leave it to me!"

Once a talented chef, chef Gu, proud and charming in Beijing, happily peeled onions and washed tomatoes.

Yang Song only beat his own eggs, and the eggshell was snatched by chef Gu and sent to the dustbin.

"Boil the water."

"OK!"

Yang Song pressed the tomato and cut it with a knife.

Some students received the news in advance and knew that Yang Song was in the canteen and came to watch early.

"What's going on? The tomatoes are still intact. Brother song, is this a lonely cut?"

Chef Zhang couldn't help rubbing his eyes‘ I don't see any change in tomatoes either. "

Yang Song cut three or four tomatoes in a row. As a result, the knife passed. The tomato was still the tomato, motionless.

Gu Baiwei peeled the ginger and garlic and gave it to Yang Song.

Yang Song did not speak and cut out the scallions.

Heat the oil in a hot pot and fry the eggs.

He scrambled eggs very skillfully. He couldn't stir fry them three times. He skimmed the eggs on the edge of the pot, and then fried onions, ginger and garlic in soy sauce.

"Brother song, you haven't cut the tomatoes yet."

The whole tomato stays on the chopping board honestly.

The onions, ginger and garlic have been fragrant. It's obviously a little late to cut tomatoes at this time.

Yang Song didn't look back. The back of the knife knocked on the chopping board.

The tomatoes disintegrated in an instant, thin and dense, like building blocks falling apart.

Yang Song grabs the kitchen knife, cuts it horizontally, holds all the tomatoes and pours them into the vegetable pot.

Zi La——

The sour and sweet aroma of tomato juice immediately spreads out when it comes into contact with the boiling oil.

A few seconds ago, those complete tomatoes turned into fragments in an instant, and they were very uniform.

What is this amazing knife?

None of them saw it in advance.

The onlookers are not only the chef and helper in the canteen, but also the students of Luoda who have read a lot.

"Lying trough!"

Gorgeous words, through the integration of wisdom, come to such a refined, direct and never artificial inner expression.

The tomatoes were quickly fried into sauce. Yang Song immediately chopped the eggs and tomatoes with a spatula and fried them together.

Red tomato juice and golden eggs.

Sprinkle with simple seasoning and turn off the heat.

Gu Baiwei cooked the noodles in time and took them out.

Watering.

The best-selling tomato and egg noodles come out of the pot.

Yang Song's operation lasted only four minutes, but he still wasted some time because of temporary boiling water.

Otherwise, it will only be faster.

"Try it."

There are only two bowls of standard noodles.

Chef Zhang occupies a geographical position and grabs a bowl. He clamps the noodles with chopsticks and turns in the bowl, clockwise and counterclockwise twice.

Tomato juice can successfully infiltrate noodles.

Without hesitation, he slipped a mouthful of noodles into his mouth.

The first feeling is the acidity of tomato juice, which is very appetizing, followed by the unique sweet sand of tomato and the unique aroma of scrambled eggs.

Eggs, fried with Yang Song, are very tender and smooth. You don't have to chew them. You can chew them gently with your tongue or noodles.

But scrambled eggs didn't lose their taste.

This depends on Yang Song's skill in stirring eggs, that is, someone manually stirs eggs, which is more windy than the egg beater.

Spongy and tender eggs taste very smooth, but the eggs themselves are tender and golden. When they are mature, they won't flow. It's just because Yang Song has too much control over the heat.

Another bowl, divided by the people present.

Everyone has only one noodle. Whether they can eat eggs or not depends on God's will, as well as the competition of opponent's speed and eyesight.

Rao is so. Everyone can't help questioning chef Zhang's soul.

"The same tomatoes, the same eggs, the same scallions, ginger, garlic and machine noodles, why is brother song different from you?"

"The same world, different tomato and egg noodles."

"Our school restaurant used to make fake tomato and egg noodles."

"You lied to us for many years. The real tomato and egg noodles are so delicious!"

Chef Zhang has nothing to say.

Yang song makes tomato and egg noodles. The ingredients are the same as those they use, and there is no legendary superb technique. The speed of making bowl noodles is faster than those experienced old chefs.

It's so hateful.

There are people in this world who are younger than you, more handsome than you, and better at cooking than you.

Among the onlookers were familiar guests of Baifeng Pavilion.

"I'm so lucky that I can eat brother song's craft here. Otherwise, if I go to Baifeng Pavilion for dinner, I won't be in line or my wallet is in a hurry."

Chef Zhang understands: "he's richer than me."

"Brother song, I lost. Just tell me." Chef Zhang is a magnanimous person and can afford to lose.

Yang Song is used to anyone calling him brother song, even if this man once sold his tomato and egg noodles.

"Do you want to improve your cooking?" Yang Song asked calmly.

"Yes!" Gu Baiwei answered.

Chef Zhang glared: "did you ask?"

"Of course, brother song, are you going to teach us how to make this tomato scrambled egg?" Chef Zhang couldn't help but be excited, "or teach us how to buckle noodles?"

Chef Zhang doesn't want to go to Yang Song's noodle making technology?

Of course he wants to learn.

The expert knows the doorway best.

That's why he doesn't want to learn how to fry a plate of tomatoes and eggs? And Yang Song's knife worker?

He must want to learn.

It's just that people can't be too greedy. Chef Zhang followed the students to call Yang Song brother song. In fact, jokes account for more than half.

No matter how delicious the scrambled egg with tomatoes is, it's just a scrambled egg with tomatoes.

If he can cook as delicious as Yang Song and open a shop in another place, the price of this dish can definitely rise.

With the same ingredients, he can make more money.

Yang Song asked, "are there any other ingredients?"

"Yes, yes!" Chef Zhang took out all kinds of ingredients for noodles from the freezer, and even the beef was impolitely taken out.

Gu Baiwei helped Yang Song. He fried methodically and shuttled between the chopping board and the cooker.

Soon, time seemed to be just shaking.

Braised beef noodles is ready.

Noodles with shredded pork with green pepper, noodles with shredded pork with green pepper, noodles with sliced pork with mushrooms, noodles with shredded pork with pickled cabbage, noodles with green vegetables and noodles with fried sauce.

Seven bowls of noodles are arranged neatly on the table.

Chef Zhang, look at this, look at that.

Wipe your saliva again and again.

"Which shall I eat first? Which shall I eat first?"

He fantasized that he could eat bowl by bowl.

Daydreaming is not a good habit.

The onlookers rushed up one after another holding chopsticks.

Yang Song knocked on the table, his tone was very calm and plain: "don't rob, line up."

Whoosh!

Seven bowls of noodles, seven teams.

Chef Zhang hasn't tangled up yet.

Seven people in each group clap open word by word, one face per person.

"Wow! This beef noodle is really delicious!"

"I never thought that the ingredients in our canteen could make such delicious noodles."

"Green vegetable noodles can be made so delicious!"

"Where's the canteen chef? Let him come and see what real noodles are."

"Southerners always eat rice and don't like noodles. It turned out that they didn't meet delicious noodles."

……

The people in front ate noodles. At the back of the team, one person had a spoonful of soup. Fortunately, they could eat side dishes.

"After eating pig food for half my life, I finally tasted the delicacy of human beings, which moved me to tears."

"This is what people should eat."

"Canteen uncle, brother song has been sent to the door. If you don't rise up, be careful to be nailed to the pillar of shame."