Chapter 64

Mr. Wang seemed to have guessed that his grandson would say so, so he didn't care at all. He pointed to the baked gluten and said, "try this baked gluten!"

Wang shuhuan nodded, picked up the baked gluten, gently put it into his mouth, a bite, the crispy taste of instant burst, full of chewy taste inside, is making out the outer Jiao Nen! This taste, it seems that a hundred yuan string is not expensive!

"This baked gluten, look at the ingredients he put out there!" Mr. Wang pointed to the gluten that Yang Song put outside.

This gluten should look like a baked gluten that doesn't have a dollar in the supermarket, but why can it taste so good?

"Give you such material, you tell me, can you make such a taste?" Mr. Wang wiped his mouth! He put down his chopsticks and called out to Yang Song, "boss, have another one for all the kebabs!"

"OK!" Yang Song didn't pay attention to what they said. He just prepared things at ease.

Finally, when Yang Song gave the kebab to Mr. Wang, a second guest came, a lovely little girl with a pink girl on her back.

"Brother! I want a beef kebab! A bunch of baked gluten and chicken wings! Don't be evil The little girl took out her mobile phone, scanned the QR code skillfully and paid for it!

This girl looks like she is 17-8 years old. It seems that she is only a high school student. She should have a lot of money in her family. Yang Song has seen her many times and calls her brother every time. So Yang Song remembers very clearly that she just doesn't know her name.

"Little sister, would you like some fried rice noodles today? New products! It's not too much. You should finish eating it! " Yang Song kindly reminds me, is it enough for a little girl to eat three kebabs at night?

The little girl looked at the rules written on Yang Song's sign, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "is it really not much? I didn't see it at the beginning. If I can't finish eating, you won't let me buy it! "

"Don't worry." Yang Song hehe smile, "I am still very clear about my weight, after eating fried rice noodles three kebabs, you are absolutely full, do not have to eat night snack at night!"

Hearing Yang Song say this, the little girl put her heart down and thought of her first meeting. Yang Song did not deceive herself and nodded, "OK! Give me one! 158, right? I'll give you the money now

"OK! Sit and wait Yang Song nodded, took out a fried rice flour material, ready to start frying.

It was noon that day. Yang song came out to set up a stall. The first guest was this little girl. She was walking in the food street with a sundae in her arms. She was attracted by the smell of Yang Song's baked gluten.

Dialogue is also very interesting! The little girl still remembers!

"Big brother, do you like the baked gluten?"

"Delicious! A hundred, a bunch

"But my mother said it's not good to eat food from roadside stalls!"

"Do you want it?"

"I..." the little girl thought about it carefully. At last, she couldn't help it. She couldn't be attracted by the fragrance. Finally, she sighed, "OK! I'll have one! I can still afford a hundred dollars

It was this moment that made the little girl a regular visitor. Later, she joined Xiao Liu's group. She just lived nearby. When she received the news, she ran to eat delicious food!

Now she looks at Yang song skillfully making kebabs! The little girl tilted her head to think for a while, and asked curiously, "brother, do you still have the name of an island called Xing Ping Chuang Zhen?"

"Xing Ping... What's true?" Yang Song's face is confused. What is this little girl saying?

The little girl seemed to be looking at the alien. She opened her mouth with exaggeration and exclaimed, "no! Big brother, you are not old! Why didn't even lucky Pingchuang really know? He is the protagonist of the spirit of eating halberds

"Oh, oh! Animation? " Yang Song heard this. He had seen the cartoon on the Internet, but he didn't see it. He shook his head: "the Chinese people who are all over the country, how can they have those messy names?"

Seeing that the name was not, the little girl giggled and said, "did you use to be called Liu angxing?"

Yang Song knew the name. He sighed and put the fried rice noodles at the mouth of the meal, "OK, I'm not the leader of China. Eat it quickly! The kebab and the fried rice noodles are all ready. Go and have a taste

"Good!" The little girl sniffed the fragrance, satisfied with the dish and went to the seat.

At this time, Wang shuhuan stood up with a gloomy face, went to Yang Song and asked in a deep voice, "what kind of secret method are you using to bake these kebabs?"

"This..."

Yang Song was stunned for a moment. This guy can't eat silly, right? Since he knew that it was a secret method, he still asked, and he didn't want to take care of it, so Yang Song ignored it and began to prepare the rest of the kebabs.

Wang shuhuan didn't expect that Yang Song didn't pay attention to himself at all. He had resentment in his heart. He patted the table and yelled, "don't install it for me. I want to order some more!""The menu is outside. What can I do for you?" Yang Song answered blandly, his head didn't lift, he raised his finger to hang on the bulletin board outside.

"We're in Los Angeles now, so I'll eat the famous dish of Los Angeles, squirrel mandarin fish!" Wang shuhuan did not care what was written on Yang Song's sign, and ordered a dish to test his craftsmanship.

Oh, is this a fault finding? Yang Song knew that the young man was brought by Mr. Wang. He looked up at him, but the latter was eating the kebab slowly. He didn't seem to care about things here.

Yang Song finally put down the kitchen knife in his hand, pointed to the bulletin board outside again, and said faintly, "just those, you can order what you want to eat!"

"Can't you do it?" Wang shuhuan feels, this boss is not do not, but will not!

I wipe! This guy found it! Isn't it terrible? But Yang Song still had to keep cold. Instead of paying attention to him, he picked up the kitchen knife and continued to handle the ingredients quietly. There was something wrong with him!

"You're not going to set up a stall here? If you can, come and compare with me. Making some kebabs is no cook. These things can't be on the stage at all! " Wang shuhuan is now about to run away, his grandfather said a word before, just let him be so irascible.

At that time, Mr. Wang finished the roast leek, put the bamboo stick on the table, and said a little.

"Your craft, can't compare with boss one tenth, the same leek, you can't bake such delicious."