Chapter 37

"Is this guy the prince of the Chen Clan?" Meng Shihan approaches Yang Song's ear and whispers to Yang Song who is gnawing chicken wings.

Yang Song looked up at Chen Ming, who was snoring at the barbecue, and thought about his silly appearance every day. He nodded and whispered, "maybe! I eat so many things every day, and I'm stupid every day. How can I do without money? "

"Why don't you ask?"

"Why don't you give us money anyway?"

"Really not?"

"No! Go, you go

"I'm not going either!"

Just when they were fighting, Chen Ming ran over with two strings of black baked potatoes. One of them was in a high spirits and yelled, "try it quickly! I just baked it. It smells delicious

Meng Shihan and Yang Song are all shocked. They look at the baked potato in their plate. Where is the baked potato? It's obviously charcoal! But it's not easy to say anything for a while. After all, it's the first time that people start to do it, so it's not good to break their hard work.

"Have a taste! I roasted it for a long time! The heat is killing me

Chen Ming saw that two people did not speak, and urged again. Meng Shi swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked with difficulty, "Chen Ming, are you baking for the first time?"

"Yes! What about? Do you think I'm gifted? " Chen Ming took a sip of cold beer, took a long breath, and looked at Meng Shihan in a high spirits.

What should I say? Meng Shihan suddenly also word poor, also embarrassed to say directly is a rubbish!

Yang Song had no pressure at that time. He put the potato on Chen Ming's mouth and said with a smile: "you can have a bite first. Come and taste your own delicious food."

"Good!"

Chen Ming didn't think much about it. He just opened his mouth and bit it. He put it in his mouth and chewed it. Where is potato chips! It's potato chips, no, charcoal potatoes!

"Pooh, Pooh! What the hell! It's hard not to pull a few! " Chen Minggang had just chewed twice, his face turned into a bitter gourd face. He spat it out and began to gargle with mineral water.

Yang Song saw Yang Song's expression and nodded with satisfaction, "see? This is your craft. You can never get close to the kitchen in the future, you know? "

"But..." Chen Ming was sad, "isn't it that boys who can cook are more popular now?"

"In spite of that, you'd better forget it! It's better to be responsible for eating in the future! " Meng Shihan also ha ha a smile, casually will Chen Ming baked potatoes aside.

"Why don't you go and bake something else, Yang Song! Let's try it too! " Chen Ming suddenly thought that there was a chef here who didn't need it. He always let himself toss about something.

Yang song seems to have not thought about how to barbecue himself. In addition to those kebabs given by the system, how about the rest? He immediately came to be interested and nodded, "OK! I'll try it now. If it's not delicious, don't laugh at me. I haven't worked out any other delicious secret! "

"No problem! Anyway, it should be better than Chen Ming's charcoal Meng Shihan also said with a smile and despised Chen Ming again.

Just as he wanted to try, Yang Song took a corn and potato chips to the barbecue, skillfully put the ingredients on the grill, and then began to sizzling barbecue.

In any case, the system has configured itself with the most fragrant barbecue sauce, so Yang Song only needs to smear it according to the normal measurement.

After a while, the aroma floated out. After barbecue these days, most of them were made by Yang song looking at the system. It's just that you haven't eaten pork, haven't you seen a pig run? These two kinds of food materials, also make the mold has the appearance!

The two things are cooked very quickly, almost two or three minutes later, they have been roasted. The corn surface is golden, and the spices are evenly spread. The sweet taste of corn, with the stimulation of barbecue material, is incomparably suitable.

Potato chips look soft and soft, but Yang Song knows that there must be crisp potato itself, and crystal clear, looks very beautiful.

"You are the chef! Such a kebab is tempting to smell

Chen Ming said that he was about to reach out for it. Yang Song patted his hand and said, "that's all. How can others eat it if you eat it?"

"Can't I try it?" Chen Ming looks at Yang Song with pity.

Seeing Chen Ming's expression, Yang Song felt chilly and said, "don't make any noise. I'm disgusted. I'll give you something to eat! Wait a minute

With that, Yang Song removed the bamboo sticks from the corn and put them on the plate. Then he cut the corn into eight pieces with scissors. Although it was a little thinner, at least everyone could taste it. Potato chips are a little less, a total of three pieces in a string, cut in the middle.

After dividing the ingredients, we can now use chopsticks.

Chen Donglai first picked up a piece of potato and put it in his mouth. It was crispy and sweet. It tasted really good. But to be careful, it was the level of a normal barbecue stand. At most, it was a little delicious. If it was delicious like baked gluten, it would be totally out of reach."Cut, this potato is just like this, I thought how delicious it is!" Chen Donglai put down his chopsticks and finally felt relieved. He could make this kind of taste by himself. He was really a fairy and could make everything so delicious!

"The taste is good, but it's just average. Yang Song, you're not so good at craftsmanship." Chen Ming takes a bite of corn, shakes his head and sighs.

Meng Shihan tasted both of them, but he was disappointed. Indeed, this kind of taste can only be regarded as something that ordinary barbecue cooks can make. It is not as amazing and frightening as baking gluten.

As a matter of fact, we all think that the reason why Yang Song roasts so delicious is that the beef is so delicious when eaten raw, let alone slightly processed.

However, this baked gluten is completely ordinary goods, even the barbecue materials are the most common, but I don't know why, it can make such delicious.

But Yang Songping tasted his craft, but his face showed a satisfied expression. He nodded with admiration. He sat on the chair and slowly nibbled at his own roasted corn. He comforted him: "it's not bad. I still think it's bad. It's good!"

He also frowned and asked, "Xiao Yang, are you satisfied with this skill? People can't do this, because there are two special delicious things, they forget to prepare new delicious food

"No, no, no! You all misunderstand me. I made these things by ordinary means. I'm very satisfied with the taste like this! "