Chapter 1240

People marveled at Yang Song's power and praised him.

One of them was wearing a red cotton skirt with a beautiful woman inlaid with white burrs. Looking at Yang Song, he couldn't help showing a flower crazy expression.

"It's really great!"

The beauty's name is Qin Hongyu. She is 21 years old. Besides her bright teeth and charm, she is also the descendant of Qin's restaurant.

After Qin's Restaurant moved to Northeast China, it still cooked southern dishes. However, most dishes have also undergone localization reform and are very popular. It is also one of the largest restaurants in Shenyang.

In the southern diet, the most impossible link, there will always be a place for dessert.

It's just that Qin Hongyu's grandfather died suddenly and didn't have time to teach Qin family snacks.

Over the years, people in Qin's Restaurant tried all kinds of ways to restore Qin's cakes, but failed.

As a descendant of Qin's restaurant, Qin Hongyu naturally does her part, not to mention that she herself is a white case chef.

However, for eight years, she turned over all the dessert recipes left by grandpa and failed to recover the snacks.

It was the Mid Autumn Festival again. Qin Hongyu missed her grandfather and was depressed because she couldn't make the characteristic moon cake of her grandfather. She wandered out and bumped into Yang Song by mistake.

Laymen watch the excitement. As an expert, Qin Hongyu can see at a glance that Yang Song wants to make ice skin moon cakes.

Mid Autumn Festival family reunion, to enjoy the moon and eat moon cakes.

There are many kinds of moon cakes. Ice skin moon cakes are very healthy because they don't need baking or even oil. The production process is simple and the taste is outstanding. As long as the chef's technology is online, the taste can definitely hit everyone's heart.

Qin's restaurant once had ice moon cakes in its specialty pastries.

It's just that Qin Hongyu can't make the taste of her grandfather.

When she met Yang Song today, Qin Hongyu stopped inexplicably. She vaguely felt that this man could make good ice moon cakes.

But soon, she found that the street was very ordinary, or rather rudimentary.

Yang Song actually began to peel durian at this time.

Durian, you don't say how it tastes, but that taste is really painful.

The smell smoked away some people.

"It's strange. I went to the fruit stall before. The boss opened a Durian. There are restricted areas within eight meters. Why is Yang kitchen here? As long as I leave the scope of Tiezhu food, the taste will dissipate?"

"I don't know, but I'm not surprised."

"I'm not even surprised."

"I haven't seen anyone who can drive 20 durians at a time."

"Durian is not worth money now?"

"I once ate the durian of Maoshan king. It is said that it grew up in Malaysia, matured naturally and fell naturally. Finally, I had to take a special plane to transport it to China. Under low temperature preservation, I ate two thousand durian in twenty-four hours. At that time, I thought it was the Durian that decided the taste, but today I saw that Yang kitchen made this durian, its color and smell, as if it had just matured When it fell, I brought it without dropping any dew. "

"How can it be? Malaysia is not close to us."

"I also know, but this durian glows in the morning. I really want to eat it!"

"Count again, it's impossible to drive so many durians."

No matter how many times, Yang Song opened 20, then threw the durian pulp into the round appliance, took a wooden hammer and began to beat and mix.

It's just his beating and mixing. It looks like he's playing.

Noble children put a nursery rhyme next to them: "the trumpet blows bit by bit..."

"It seems not enough. Let's open some Durian?" Yang Song had a serious discussion with noble.

Noble really thought for a few seconds and said, "then open it a little more."

Yang song really opened another 20.

After watching it for a long time, Qin Hongyu found that Yang Song was just a young man with ordinary clothes, a little good-looking and a little stronger.

"I'm crazy. A dead horse is like a live horse. A doctor has to find a real horse."

Qin Hongyu turned and left.

Behind her, Yang Song began a new round of durian stirring.

In addition, Yang Song began to make a new round of durian, as well as Matcha powder and bird's nest powder.

"Yang Chu, how much do you want to stir?"

"It's either broken or mud."

"Yang Chu is very bloody and violent today."

"But he has been laughing and humming a little song today."

"Little snail?"

"No, it's like riding my beloved little motorcycle. It never gets stuck in traffic."

"What is this?"

"Chef Yang has changed his song again. This time it's a little jumping frog croaking..."

After a long discussion, Yang Song didn't see what he was going to do.

"Do you want to bake all these things?"

Yang song really does too much barbecue.

Make ice skin and steam over high heat.

"Is Yang Chu making rice cakes?"

"Fire, I'm sure I can eat it soon."

"Let's wait."

"Alas - didn't you leave early? Why did you come back?"

"I go home and wear a mask."

People who like durian can naturally tolerate the smell of durian in order to eat sweet durian pulp.

People who don't like durian can't let go of Yang Song's delicious food when they wear masks.

"I don't know why. Although chef Yang has been selling barbecue here for so long, I always think he is definitely not good at barbecue."

"Although Yang Chu is young, he has a master's demeanor. What is a master?"

"There must be a lot of killer Maces."

Yang Song said nothing: "if you praise me, praise me. Is it necessary to boast with a trumpet?"

There are at least 30 speakers on site, and they are also divided into groups, with at least one speaker for every five people.

When the man finished, he passed the horn to the next man.

I'm afraid he can't hear anyone flattering.

"All right, all right. I'll invite you to taste it today. I won't just let you see and smell it. Raise your hand and put down the horn."

Yang Song took out the ice skin and let it cool.

"Look at what you said, chef Yang. We're not looking at you trying to listen to us."

"It's all for your sake."

The horn was quickly put away.

Yang Song especially missed the diners of Baifeng Pavilion at this moment.

The Yang family soldiers are really clever eaters.

Sensible and obedient, not so much thought.

Sure enough, the diners outside are more challenging.

However, he did not know that Yang Jiajun had gathered together more than once to discuss.

"Those groups placed in the open may have brother song. Now we quietly pull this group. There is absolutely no brother song. It's very safe. Now let's discuss some business."

"Brother song has been away for a long time. We can't live by pointing to the frozen steamed stuffed bun. To tell the truth, I've started losing my hair recently."

"I can't sleep at night. I don't have energy to work during the day. Promotion and salary increase can't stimulate my efforts. Without SongGe's food, I live like a walking corpse."

"I've lost weight!"

"I have to walk through the gate of Baifeng pavilion every day to see if there will be a miracle."

Miracles are sometimes like God's jokes on mankind.