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Chapter 1011 When can I eat again
Chapter 1011 When can I eat again
In the next few days, Yang Song accompanied his father and watched all the old buddies.
Yang Song, the great chef of Baifeng Pavilion, how many people in Los Angeles lined up with banknotes waiting to eat his dishes.
Yang Song ran to someone's house and cooked for free.
Chen Ming ate a lot of good food and took pictures while eating: "This dish is not on the menu of Baifeng Pavilion."
"Not this way."
"And this one."
"Eat more, eat more, I can still eat if I persist."
……
I have never seen someone clenched their fists to cheer themselves up while eating.
Old man Xu's family was very surprised: "Xiao Song, your friend has suffered a lot before, right?"
This posture of eating is like trying to swallow the plate.
Yang Song was a little embarrassed, he held Chen Ming's arm, and quietly exerted force: "Give me some hope."
This kid ran all the way to lose his people.
"Brother Song, tell the truth, don't you plan to put this dish on the menu?" Chen Ming said that he didn't care about being ashamed, let alone his arm being pinched.
People live to eat delicious food.
"There will be a meeting sooner or later." Yang Song understood what Chen Ming meant.
"That is, I don't know if I can eat it again in the Year of the Monkey."
How does this make him successful?
For food, what is he reluctant to do?
The grandson and granddaughter of the old Xu family have the same heart as Chen Ming.
"I have never eaten such a delicious sauced elbow, and I can eat it again."
"My brother's fried fish is delicious!"
"Dumplings will still bloom, delicious, delicious..."
Adults also know false reserve, children don't care about that.
If it tastes good, eat more!
What a simple truth.
The son-in-law of the Xu family, Qian Fenfa, came back just in time: "Dad, we came back to celebrate your [-]th birthday! We specially invited a chef from the city!"
A couple dressed in gold and silver, followed by a strong black chef in a snow-white uniform.
The contrast of black and white is very exciting.
Seeing the youngest daughter, Lao Xu said cheerfully: "Your Uncle Yang brought Xiaosong here, and he cooked a table full of dishes for us, and the taste is so good."
Lao Xu was very happy that his daughter and son-in-law missed him, and he didn't want to let Yang Laosan and his son lose face.
It's impossible for the daughter and son-in-law to bring the chef back, and he will pick it up.
As soon as she heard that she was from the Yang family, Xu Xiaomei's expression drooped instantly.
"Dad, this Chef Sun was specially invited by our husband and wife from the city. It costs hundreds of dollars a day. It's a waste to leave it alone."
Yang Song wanted to laugh a little: Is this treating a great chef as something?Let it go and depreciate.
Looking at it again, Chef Sun actually showed embarrassment.
OK, less reading.
Old Xu didn't expect it to be so expensive: "Hurry up and send this great chef back."
"How to waste money?"
He felt sorry for hundreds that day.
Chen Ming sighed at the side: As everyone knows, the dishes you eat in Baifeng Pavilion are also in three figures.
With emotion, Chen Ming sent the photos saved in his phone to several groups of Yang Jiajun.
Run away after posting, regardless of the life and death of the people in the group.
"How can I do that? Dad, we finally invited Chef Sun. We paid all the money and can't refund it!" Xu Xiaomei said.
Her husband Liu Eryang said: "Father, why are you eating these home-cooked dishes for your [-]th birthday? How boring? You should eat something good. We even prepared the ingredients. Chef Sun can also cook court dishes. Don't you want to try the dishes that the emperor and queen ate?"
Everyone has a dream of being an emperor.
Old Xu was really moved. Yang Song said at the beginning that he had just learned how to cook, and the dishes he cooked were so delicious. Then Chef Su looked much older than Yang Song, and he could cook court dishes.
Wouldn't the dish be more delicious?
Lao Xu couldn't think of a dish that was more delicious than Yang Song's. How delicious?
It's just that he really asked Chef Sun to cook, so he slapped Yang Song and his son in the face.
Chen Ming said from the side: "I really haven't seen anyone who cooks more delicious dishes than my brother Song."
Xu Xiaomei stared immediately: "Chef Sun, you start cooking now, let some poor people know what is delicious!"
Yang Song glanced at Chen Ming, but said nothing.
Chen Ming was scolded for being poor and happy: "It's really not easy."
He also had a day when he was scolded for being poor.
"Brother Song, this little shrew dares to call you poor, do you want to teach them how to behave?" Chen Ming said.
Yang Song reached out, grabbed Chen Ming's collar, and slid up: "You are capable, and you know how to sow discord."
Chen Ming couldn't stand it the most. He knew that as long as the other party wasn't too much, Yang Song would like to settle down even if he suffered a little.
This guy just adds fuel to the fire.
No, Chef Sun has already slaughtered chickens and fish.
"Brother Song, you are now the hottest chef in the country, and you are still the youngest one. There will be more and more people who want to find fault. You can't always indulge them and endure them, that will only fuel their arrogance. .” Chen Ming said.
"According to you, what should we do?" Yang Song gently tempted.
"Of course it's crushed to death, crushed with great strength, pressed against the ground and rubbed against the ground, stuffing those blind things into the cracks of the ground, and they can't be buckled. Only in this way can Xiaoxiao be deterred."
Yang Song shook his hand: "Get out of here."
"What's the matter? Brother Song, am I wrong? If you don't say far, just say near, that bastard Ashikaga Kenjiro, you see, he lost to you three times in a row, is he honest? You are a teacher, stealing your culinary treasures, so as to deceive the master and destroy the ancestors, people in their place are popular with this, and they cannot change the customs from ancient times to the present."
Those who came to challenge Yang Song were the ones who were the most frustrating and the most troublesome.
Facing Yang Song's growing reputation, more and more people want to step on him to become famous.
The most troublesome is Ashikaga Kenjiro.
This kid is no longer squatting at the gate of Baifeng Pavilion, it's time to send an email to Yang Song.
Posted every day, every morning at 07:30 and every night at 59:[-], there will be a letter from Kenjiro Ashikaga asking for a teacher.
It was full of nasty, like a love letter.
Yang Song watched it once, but never again.
For this reason, Ashikaga Kenjiro also came to ask for justice: "Mine, I wrote so many letters sincerely, and yours, I didn't even read them. What about your Chinese etiquette?"
He only felt that his sincerity was let down by Yang Song, a scumbag.
It took Yang Song endless voice control for a full hour and a half, during which Yang Song peeled a hundred potatoes, cut them into strips, and pickled them into Spike potatoes.
Ashikaga Kenjiro's interpreter was so tired that his throat was smoking. Before he fell down, Yang Song handed him a glass of water.
The translator drank it, and said to Kenjiro Ashikaga: "Add money, don't add money, quit."
Ashikaga Kenjiro also wanted to drink water, but Yang Song didn't pour it for him. This guy first yelled at Yang Song, and then yelled at the translator.
The translator is unmoved: if you don’t add money, you won’t translate.
Yang Song flipped through the Spike Potatoes and put the lid back on.
Ashikaga Kenjiro smelled it and couldn't help swallowing: "This is very fragrant."
Yang Song: "I don't understand."
The translator translated to Yang Song.
Ashikaga Kenjiro ruthlessly gave the translator a wad of banknotes: "You don't come tomorrow, I want a new one."
"You can do whatever you want." The translator continued to perform his work, and persuaded Yang Song tactfully: "Chef Yang, this old boy knew you didn't read his email, so he was mad. An explanation, or he will have to come tomorrow."
Makes sense.
Yang Songdao: "I can't understand He Guo's spoken language, but I can understand what he wrote in the email?"
So, it's not that he doesn't read it, it's that he doesn't understand it at all.
"Ask him, he knows that he has a translator when he comes to talk, but why doesn't he know when he writes an email?"
He Guoren has bubbles in his head.
(End of this chapter)