Chapter 66

When it comes to cooking, that boy can't do it. He said that himself. If he can't make a squirrel and mandarin fish, it must be an embroidered pillow!

At this time, there was an advertisement on TV.

"La Kitchen God competition is about to start! There's still a week to go before the deadline! "

As soon as he saw it, his eyes were looking at his grandfather, but his ears were listening to the sound coming from the TV. He probably remembered the name in his heart and immediately had an idea.

"Granddad, remember! I'll go back to Suzhou and Hangzhou tomorrow, and I won't let my grandfather bother! "

Old Wang didn't notice what was in the TV. He just nodded his head and turned over a new leaf as his grandson!

After Yang Song finished his stall, when he went home, the living room was quiet. It seemed that Meng Shihan had already gone to bed. Today he was riding and driving. He was already tired!

It's more than ten o'clock. After the stall closed today, Yang Song also went to all the night stands to taste it. I don't know if it was damaged by the system. Yang Song is used to eating after the stall is closed, mainly depending on the time of setting up the stall.

Today, I don't know why, but suddenly I don't want to fall asleep. Yang Song gets up and comes to the top floor. He wants to have a good rest at night.

Just came to the roof garden, but unexpectedly saw a person in the pavilion, it is a long time not see old Meng!

"Grandfather Meng, are you back?" Yang Song is a little surprised. Meng Lao has been gone for a long time! It's said that I went out with Mr. Sun to participate in some national chess competition!

Mencius did not think of this point. Yang Song had not gone to bed. If he had, he would have gone to bed at this time. At this time, there was a wine pot and a small plate of peanuts in front of him.

"Come back! This time I went to Kyoto, which is also a trip With a smile, Meng asked Yang Song to come and sit down.

Although it was said that he was going to participate in the national senior chess competition, according to the skills of these two rotten chess baskets, Yang song just felt that they should have only been traveling in the past.

"Yes Yang song suddenly remembered his fried rice noodles, and Meng Lao had not tasted it. "Mr. Meng, the boy has just studied a new thing, fried rice noodles. Do you want to try it?"

"Fried rice noodles? That feeling is good! It's boring to drink alone. Go and have a taste! You're a little hungry when you say that! "

In front of Mencius, peanuts were placed in front of him to match wine, but it was inevitably monotonous. If there was a bowl of hot fried rice flour to eat, it would be comfortable!

With Yang Song's initiative to put forward new things, the taste will be very good! So when Meng Lao thinks about it, he has a feeling that he can't help it!

Yang Song nodded, trotted to the kitchen, with the smallest movement, fried a bowl of fried rice noodles, put it in front of Meng Lao.

"Try it In the face of grandfather Meng, Yang Song has a feeling of offering treasure.

In the face of all kinds of diners, no matter how delicious they are, no matter how fierce their praise is, Yang Song is just a faint smile, his expression is very indifferent! Let a person feel, the master is like this, in the face of all praise should be light.

After eating a mouthful of fried rice noodles, grandfather Meng's eyes are bright! No longer pay attention to Yang Song, even forget to drink wine, but eat quickly, a bowl of fried rice noodles soon finished!

"Xiao Yang! This fried rice flour is too little! Another bowl After finishing eating, Meng handed the chopsticks to Yang Song, indicating that he would like another bowl.

Yang Song, however, smiles and shakes his head, and refuses Meng grandfather, "no way! Although the fried rice noodles are delicious, they are still not easy to digest. If you eat too much at once, it's not good for your stomach. Especially for an old man like you, just try it. If you eat more, you can count it! "

This is not Yang Song's stingy. Now he makes so much money and makes some food for his relatives and friends. What's so stingy? It's just that rice noodles are not suitable for eating too much. Especially for the elderly, their gastrointestinal function has deteriorated and they are prone to indigestion if they eat too much!

Grandfather Meng couldn't help shaking his head, poured a glass of white wine, took a sip, and pretended to sigh: "it's OK to be in charge of by the girl Meng. Now even you are also in charge of me. If it wasn't for the delicious food you made, I really don't know what it would be like in the future!"

At this time, Yang Song found a little, and grandfather Meng also had a lot of good food. However, his fried rice flour was all made of excellent ingredients. As long as his tongue was sharp, he could taste it. But now, grandfather Meng didn't eat it. He just felt delicious, which proved Yang Song's conjecture.

It's one kind of people who think it's delicious. It's another kind of people who can eat good or bad materials. It's another kind of people who can eat good or bad materials. The last one is the most powerful, such as yourself and the old Wang.

According to Wang Lao's character before, he should not let that young man yell at himself, but why did he not care at all?

Unable to think of this, Yang Song's face began to frown slightly. When he saw it, he asked with a smile: "what's the matter? What's bothering you, Xiao Yang? "

"It's not a chore, is it?" Yang Song shook his head, shook off these messy ideas, and said with a smile, "it's just that I met some fidgety people. It has been solved."Meng's grandfather nodded with approval. When he was young, he was also a person who went out to work hard. He always met some people who were in a mess. What Yang Song did was to open the door and he was sure to meet some people he didn't want to meet.

"Well, it's getting late. You should have a rest earlier! Don't think too much about it. If you can't solve something in the future, you may as well ask me this old man! " After drinking a mouthful of white wine, Mr. Meng stood up and yawned. It seems that the old man is also sleepy!

"Well, you can rest early!"

"I see! You son of a bitch

"Hey, hey

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after two days, Yang song now sets up a stall at noon or at night, mainly fried rice noodles. It's better to eat at noon or at night.

Or it's a night snack. It's a joke. It starts at 10 o'clock. Yang songcai doesn't want to set it up so late. At 11:12, Yang Song is too sleepy to get food for them? Forget it, dog's life matters!

That day, when Yang Song was setting up a stall in the evening, he told the people behind him that the time was up. He apologized and sat on his chair and watched the last group of people finish their last food.

At present, each kebab is limited to 100 strings, and the fried rice flour is unlimited. However, each person is limited to one. In two hours, at most, dozens of kebabs can be sold. The kebabs are sold out in more than an hour.

"By the way, boss, why don't you go to the L.A. cooking competition?"