Chapter 1102

Kenjiro tsuri's heart is called a block. Why couldn't he go to the Los Angeles Food Association to hand over a form?

Exchange cooking skills with Yang Song?

It's so hard to go to Baifeng Pavilion for dinner.

If only boss Wei of the donkey meat fire shop said so once, Kojiro will not suffer for too long.

The problem is that Yang Song is like eating a fairy pill recently. He is producing new dishes every day.

There are many pastries, especially steamed stuffed buns. Yang Song gives the most.

How could Kenjiro tsuri not want to try it? If you can't go to Baifeng Pavilion, you can only look for it all over Los Angeles.

"Brother song recently released seven or eight kinds of steamed stuffed buns and pot stew. Every time the Baifeng Pavilion opens, the aroma can float for ten miles, which makes people yearn!"

"There are egg pancakes. Brother song beat two eggs for each egg pancake."

The person introduced to Kenjiro tsuri is obviously a person who can speak. He can not only speak, but also speak quite well.

"I tell you, brother song's egg filling cake should only be in the sky. How many times can we eat it in the world?"

"The combination of eggs and mung bean flour has reached a perfect state. The bread obviously has only eggs and mung bean flour, but the taste is very rich. It's like you put it into your mouth in the field in spring."

What strange metaphor is this?

"Have you ever eaten egg muffins?"

"Yes."

"No, you haven't." The man was determined: "all those who haven't eaten SongGe's egg pancakes don't deserve to say they have eaten egg pancakes. You used to eat fake egg pancakes."

Very coincidentally, the man who spoke was selling eggs and cakes. He was well-known in Los Angeles and had a group of regular diners.

Otherwise, Kenjiro tsuri would not come here.

The man said and turned over the following cake: "do you think my egg pancake is delicious? That's because you haven't eaten brother song's egg pancake, which is better than brother song's egg pancake..."

"Bah, what I've done is rubbish. My egg pancake doesn't deserve to be compared with brother song. Do you want pepper?"

Kenjiro tsuri:

During his stay in Los Angeles, he paid attention to Baifeng Pavilion and Yang song every day.

"Brother song's beef pancake today is really delicious. I feel like I swallowed the whole cow."

"Brother song can also cook cattle, you know?"

"Paoding jieniu, I recited that text. Brother song really can?"

"What's strange about brother song?"

"That makes sense."

Tsuri Kenjiro mixed in the crowd in front of Baifeng Pavilion and was surprised.

"It's paoding jieniu, paoding jieniu, paoding jieniu! How could Yang song do that?" He was so excited and boastful that he dared to call Yang Song by his name. Even brother song stopped calling.

Kenjiro tsuri is too easy to float.

The diners looked at him because they didn't know.

"Why can't brother song be a cook?"

Is it complicated?

It all appears in the text. Can it be simple?

Koichiro's dancing explanation: "paoding jieniu only exists in legend. In the real culinary industry and the culinary industry all over the world, no cook can really do paoding jieniu."

This is the expert.

"It can be said that no one has reproduced paoding jieniu except Chuang Tzu's text."

Without Chuang Tzu's records, perhaps human chefs did not believe or never thought of such a miracle.

"But brother song really seems to be."

Someone found out the text, read it in public, and everyone listened.

"It seems to be really suffering. No wonder so many chefs don't."

In this way, Yang Song should not.

After all, no one except Chuang Tzu's works can cook cattle.

"However, I feel that brother song really will."

"I think so."

"Brother Song said he would."

Tsuri Kenjiro couldn't stand it: "can't Yang song be joking or bragging?"

"Fuck off, how can brother song joke about cooking? Don't talk nonsense, you boy."

"Brother song is good at making legends come true."

"Brother song is the kitchen god in heaven. There is nothing he can't do."

"The old boy looks familiar."

"He Guo, the guy who challenged brother song and lost!"

"Is it the one who can't afford to lose?"

"Yes, why do I look so familiar?"

"Boy, what are you doing here?"

……

Churikenzirang slipped away.

I dare not appear at the gate of Baifeng Pavilion for several days.

When Yoshio Nozawa appeared, Hiroshi zuliki didn't meet him.

They now run to luodadong restaurant to watch Yang Song.

Just to watch Yang Song's cooking on the spot.

They both regret it now. They shouldn't be so impulsive.

The kitchen of Baifeng Pavilion is open, and Yang Song's cooking has never been covered.

Anyone who wants to study can. Yang Song sets out his cars and horses. You can see it.

I'm afraid you can't learn.

"You should still master the recipe." Yoshio Nozawa sighed.

The recipe will record the required ingredients, the amount of ingredients, and the cooking order in detail, and even the places that need special attention will be marked.

"Even if there are recipes, we may not be able to learn them." Kenjiro tsuri has a deeper understanding.

"My knife is not as good as brother song, my heat is not as good as him, my seasoning is not as good as him, my creativity is not as good as him, and even my heart for cooking practice is not as good as him."

Kenjiro tsuri is a complete loser in front of Yang Song.

Another person let Kenjiro tsuri admit that he is not as good as anything. He certainly can't do it.

The object is Yang Song, and there is nothing wrong with tsuri Kenjiro.

Even now, he has fully accepted it.

Since Yang Song is better than him in all aspects, they are not on the same scale at all,.

Kenjiro tsuri has habitually looked up to Yang Song.

According to the truth, Yang Song will not question what feat he will do again.

It's just an exaggeration.

Yoshio Nozawa even despised it. He even openly reprimanded Yang Song for grandstanding.

When he came to luodadong restaurant, Kenjiro tsuri wanted Yang Song to clarify.

And Ichio Nozawa, the goods have rushed to Yang Song.

"I hear you claim that you know how to cook cattle?"

It's still like a nose up.

Yang Song, who was eating eggs and filling cakes, said, "it's such a thing."

He almost forgot Yoshio Nozawa. Why hasn't the old boy gone back to where?

"Why lie like that?"

Before Yang song could get angry, Gu Baiwei was upset.

"Oh, who are you?"

Why question brother song?

"You don't know who I am?" Yoshio Nozawa blew his beard and stared, so angry.

It seems that people all over the world should know him. Whoever doesn't know him may not be human.

"Should I know you? You deserve me to know you? Who do I know you? I can't do without you?" Gu Baiwei found his pride as a culinary genius at this time.

Who is this old man in front of you? It looks familiar. It's a bit like the old man who sells tea and eggs at the railway station. They all have a beard.

No matter how familiar you look, Zhou Tiancai can't remember.

"Brother song, who is he?"

Yang Song held back his smile very hard. He patted Gu Baiwei on the shoulder. He couldn't speak. He was afraid to laugh accidentally.

Ichio Nozawa can't understand what Gu Baiwei said, but he knows that the goods seem to really don't know him.

"I'm a big cook, a big cook at the state banquet level in he country!"

That's a sound!