Chapter 1146

Yang song can't run into the space to adjust food materials in front of them.

The ingredients provided by the system can't be used. Vegetarian kebabs cost five yuan and meat kebabs cost ten yuan. If you don't say blood compensation, it will mislead the price system.

"Baiwei and vegetable stalls are confiscated. To buy something, let's make some allowance first." Yang Song thought he might faint if he didn't eat again.

Fainting in full view of the public is really not in line with his identity as the future king of Kitchen God.

It's delicious to do business in the vegetable market. There is no shortage of ingredients.

The ingredients in Xian fresh vegetable market are not high-grade, at least fresh, and there are no pesticides.

"Brother song, you must buy vegetables and cook here? You see, the little green vegetables are wilting and listless, and the carrots are so small! Even the green onions are not big enough."

"What do you know? This is a normal growing vegetable. It doesn't use chemical fertilizer. It's very healthy and must taste good."

The eldest sister of the vegetable seller was happy: "the handsome guy still knows the way. The vegetables in our vegetable market don't sell pesticides and use less chemical fertilizer. This is the food planted in our suburban fields. Don't worry about eating."

Other stall owners also hurriedly said: "those who live here are old people who have lived for most of their lives. They are usually dazzled. When they buy vegetables, they are all hot eyed and pesticide dishes. We don't sell them here. Although the vegetables are not fat, they taste like vegetables."

"The food here is very good." Yang Song picked a few tomatoes, bought eggs, bought a lot of small vegetables, and bought green peppers, lotus roots, potato chips and Flammulina velutipes. Looking at the plum blossom meat in the butcher's shop, he bought two kilograms of meat and was lucky to buy three long rows.

Time is limited. Yang Song must eat before he faints.

Fried ribs in soy sauce, steamed pork with garlic, tomato and egg soup, small fried meat, ants on the tree, fried lotus root slices, fried pork chops, hot and sour shredded potatoes.

The three men put down their chopsticks like rain and ended the battle in less than ten minutes.

Yang Song and Gu Baiwei finally survived.

"This is the way young people eat now?"

"It seems no different from us at that time."

"I miss the days when I ate whatever I wanted." It's like they controlled it when they ate kebabs 20 minutes ago.

"Oh, oh! I remember who you are!" Uncle's eyes are like a torch: "you're brother song! Brother song of Baifeng Pavilion, who sold kebabs in high-tech shopping malls, is a celebrity in Los Angeles!"

"It's brother song. I always listen to that fat boy one by one."

"Our Los Angeles SongGe! No wonder the kebabs are so delicious."

"I've heard of brother song on the news. I know everyone!"

Yang Song was recognized. He simply admitted: "it's me. The ingredients used in the store are not easy to cultivate. The cost is there, and the price can't be reduced. He wanted to let everyone taste my craft, so he used some simple ingredients. What do you think of the taste? Give more comments, and I can improve."

Chen Ming and Gu Baiwei look at each other silently: "brother song is ill again."

Uncle and aunt were quite embarrassed: "we ate too fast and forgot the taste. Why don't you bake some more and we'll try it again. We'll give advice."

Just finished the string. It's only a few minutes? Just forget the smell?

And the grandmother in the blue cloth shirt. You have two fish and tofu left in your hand. It's inappropriate to say you forgot?

Grandma killed the fish and tofu in three and five: "after eating, I forget. I'm old!"

The uncle standing next to him was unwilling to show weakness. He killed the last two strings of mutton, a string of chicken wings and three strings of roasted leeks.

It's called a lightning flash, swift and resolute, complete at one go and never change one's face.

Yang Song said, "but you have eaten a lot today."

None of the people present let go of the string. They were all people who had eaten and added orders.

Yang Song swore he was right about this.

"Not much, not much. You look hungry when you eat so delicious!"

Yang Song: why is this my pot?

Uncle and aunt showed a sincere and simple smile: "there are all kinds of dishes in our market. You pick and choose, and let's bake?"

Yang Song wants to get off work. What a good excuse to run out of food. It can't be used now.

"In fact, there are not many dishes suitable for barbecue in the vegetable market." Yang Song wants to make the last resistance.

"Why don't you go home and have some porridge first? Barbecue is not suitable for eating too much."

After all, they are old people and children.

Yang Song is confident in the vegetables, fruits and meat planted in his own space. Eating an appropriate amount will not burden the body, and even can keep in good health.

But he has no confidence in the dishes left in the vegetable market today.

"Why not?"

"I'll get it at home now!"

"I've brought it!"

Many old men and women came with their flowerpots.

They actually planted a lot of vegetables in the flowerpot, and the butcher took out the streaky meat they had hidden.

"This is the hind leg of a pig. Brother song, how do you bake it?"

"I still have live fish!"

"Brother song, didn't you say that everything can be barbecued?"

Yang Song was speechless.

He played himself in. Didn't these parents say they have a bad memory?

How many years ago, I helped him remember.

What else can I do?

You have to hold up your own cow.

Yang Song has no choice.

"Let's forget the meat kebabs. Let's bake some vegetarian kebabs at last. After eating, we'll leave. Don't go to bed immediately. Take a walk and rest."

"Don't worry, brother song, we must take a good walk!"

"Three and a half circles around the community will never cause indigestion."

Yang Song picked out some ingredients, and uncle and aunt helped wash them.

It can be said that many people have great power.

Three hundred vegetarian strings are ready in ten minutes.

Yang Song will bake right away.

"The last 300 strings are estimated to be insufficient. I'll fry another noodles. Noodles and strings are sold together. One yuan, one for each person, and everyone has a share. Don't compete!"

If you count one, you'll have more than half a string of barbecues. Get together and eat.

A group of people were bustling, like watching a big play.

Yang Song looked at the lively scene and was in a good mood: "we remember that when we were young, we had a power failure and didn't have to do our homework. We played in the street. It was so lively."

Gu Baiwei also smiled and nodded: "yes, people were willing to come out at that time. Now there is electricity and network, and they all love to stay at home."

Chen Ming sighed: "I only remember that when I was in junior high school, there was a power failure in the evening self-study. I just picked up my schoolbag and called again. We ran fast at that time! The speed of the school sports meeting!"

"But brother song, why did you set up a stall in the elderly community?"

"For them!" Yang Song said: "taste is the best memory. It awakens the best memory of the elderly and cares about the taste memory of the young. When they grow up and go out of Los Angeles, they can be very proud to say that I have eaten the most delicious barbecue in the world, which is roasted by brother song!"