Chapter 1268

"What do you mean?"

Situ Qing said, "it means that brother song's ability to cut silk is not at this level."

It should be nice, but I always think it tastes wrong.

"You young man, make it clear. What's going on?"

Situ ran held up his mobile phone and played the video: "brother song can shred the tofu. See? He can shred the tofu one meter long and wide. This is the legendary Wensi tofu and Hydrangea tofu."

We are all familiar with Yang Song's hand and the knife in his hand.

"You can really cut tofu -"

"How beautifully cut!"

"Really? Show me."

"Show me, too."

"It's my turn!"

A mobile phone, from here to there, and back from there.

"Brother, they didn't want to search by themselves?"

"The atmosphere is here."

No one thought.

Yang Song cut the radish and suddenly found something wrong.

The audience woke up and looked at him with hot eyes.

"What's going on?"

I haven't slept well all night. Shouldn't I be sleepy and listless now?

Why do people look so strange?

"It looks like you can come and kiss me at any time!" Yang Song was horrified by this idea and quickly shook his head. "It's impossible, absolutely impossible, it must be an illusion. I like my beautiful, lovely, charming and enchanting little sister."

Most of the people who can stay at the scene are men.

"Is it because I'm too tired and have an illusion?" Yang Song immediately closed his eyes and opened them again.

The eyes of the masses seem to be more urgent.

Yang Song shook his head again, closed his eyes and opened them again.

This time he saw that someone was already holding his fist and was about to rush over.

'why? What's the matter with everyone? Is it sleepwalking? "

Yang Song once again misses Baifeng Pavilion, focusing on the queue Committee and his former fiancee.

With them, Yang Song has always been safe.

"I'm not afraid of the threat of force, but if you seduce, it's still the seduction of a group of people..."

Yang Song didn't dare to think about it. It was terrible.

"Fake, it's fake. It must be fake. I'd better cook well."

Yang Song quickly pickled the shredded radish and cut the ham with broccoli.

Then he kneaded the noodles and made sesame pancakes.

There is an earthen stove. Yang Song Makes Pancakes quickly.

Ichiro Nozawa doesn't want to see and care about Yang Song, but the movement made by Yang song makes him have to pay attention. Do you care?

"What the hell are you doing?"

It doesn't take shredded turnip to make Buddha jump over the wall, let alone sesame pancake and ham mixed with broccoli.

You just do it and do so much. It's like a big pot of rice.

Ichiro Nozawa: "do you want to buy off the judges?"

Yang Song looked at him in surprise, and then didn't want to say more to Ichiro noze.

After several experiences, Yang Song also found that: "don't worry about what with Ichiro Nozawa, who committed the axis, or you will be entangled and endless."

"Ignore me?" Ichiro Nozawa stared: "do you look down on me?"

Yang Song continued to make sesame cakes.

"Did I guess your mind?"

Yang Song cut some green peppers to make oil and sprinkle hot peppers.

"What the hell are you doing? I tell you, you will lose this time. Do you know?"

No matter what you say, Yang Song is as firm as a mountain.

However, Yang Song underestimated Ichiro Nozawa's insistence.

This thing can really turn into a tape recorder.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

"Do you want to win by surprise and use all those ingredients in the Buddha jumping wall? It's really delicious?"

"I think you're lying to me."

"It must be false."

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Yang Song didn't want to do anything. He finished the last pot of sesame pancakes.

He picked some shredded radish, sprinkled chili oil and ham with broccoli and put them on a plate.

I picked up a sesame cake and sat next to it.

He started eating?

Why did he eat?

Is this a Buddha jumping off the wall?

It's playing.

It's serious. It's important.

This is a game with the ho people who have a good life as a child.

Yang Song slept first, and now he eats.

There are three more dishes.

Before dinner, he also did radio gymnastics.

If you want to evaluate which chef is the most comfortable in the cooking competition, it is definitely the first place worthy of it.

beyond all doubt.

The sesame cake just out of the pot is crisp outside and tough inside. The sesame fragrance is wrapped in the smell of flour. Every bite falls off.

Radish itself is rich in juice, crisp, sweet and slightly spicy. It is seasoned with poplar pine, sour, hot and delicious. It is an artifact for eating.

The fried ham with broccoli is very light. The ham has a unique taste and a long aftertaste. The broccoli is crisp and tender, and a mouthful of hot and spicy oil is poured with chili.

That taste is really great.

"Chef Yang got three dishes."

"It's very rich, but they all say three dishes and one soup. It seems that it's a soup."

Yang Song eats comfortably, but the onlookers don't think so.

People who have been hungry all night without breakfast, who can bear to eat face to face at this moment?

What's more, although the dishes made by Yang Song are very homely, the smell is really attractive.

They are really hungry.

Someone's stomach began to bark.

Gollum

Goo! Goo! Goo!

Wu Chuang was really going to lose face. He went back to see his parents and thought there was nothing else, so he just came to watch Yang Song's game.

Accidentally watched it all night.

He ate too well and timely in the space. Suddenly he was hungry. Wu Chuang quit from extravagance to thrift.

In a group of people, his stomach screamed especially loud, especially long and lingering.

Wu Chuang hid in a corner and covered his face. "I really have no face to see people."

Since he abandoned evil and followed good, he has become more and more aware of shame.

Yang Song looked up in surprise: "haven't you eaten yet?"

He thought everyone had eaten quietly. After all, there was breakfast street not far away.

It should have been discovered long ago, but Yang Song never dared to see the onlookers again. He hid from them.

That's why there are these misunderstandings.

"Please have a simple meal and deal with your stomach." As soon as Yang Song raised his hand, the whole family of high-speed railway column immediately stepped out, including Wu Chuang.

They are responsible for handing out the dishes and baked cakes.

Yang Song did a lot anyway, enough to cushion everyone's stomach.

When a group of people got the food, someone remembered and asked, "Chef Yang, what are you doing with these dishes?"

"Don't let us eat and delay your own business?"

"You're not going to eat by yourself?"

"We ate, and you were full?"

Yang Song: "

The food he just cooked is at least two or three hundred kilograms, which can't be a person's appetite at all.

Why ask him such a question?

The questioner is still waiting eagerly. It seems that he won't eat if he doesn't answer.

"Yang Chu, you can't be hungry, but you have to win glory for us."