Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 1097 Back to Alma Mater
Yang Song was still puzzled: "Don't you like eating shortbread and pastries?"

"Yes, although it is autumn, the weather is still quite hot, and I don't really want to eat biscuits." The diners spoke with certainty.

Yang Song believed it, and the next day he made peach cakes and gave them away all over the street.

The diners swallowed their saliva silently as they looked at the Peach Crisp, which exudes the beautiful aroma of a lover's first kiss from a distance.

'In order not to write an [-]-word essay, we endure it! '

On the third day, Yang Song made snowflake crisps again.

Snowflake Crisp is white and beautiful. It is a beautiful and fragrant shortbread. The chefs in the food street are carefully tasting the Snowflake Crisp.

"It's so delicious, I'll just eat one piece, and take the rest home for my family to taste."

"My family has a lot of people, so I can only eat half a piece."

"Don't sell it, wake up. Brother Song personally made snowflake cakes and gave them to us. I won't sell them for any money unless you give me [-] million."

……

There are many large and small shops on the food street, and Yang Song will not repeat the delivery of shortbread, he will teach while delivering.

When others learn to cook and pay tuition, Yang Song not only sends them to the door to teach actively, but also provides pastry sponsorship.

This is absolutely.

On the fourth day, Yang Song made rose shortbread. The layers of puff pastry were bitten open, and the filling was red rose, which was fragrant, sweet and charming.

Diners can't take it anymore.

"Brother Song, is that rose shortbread delicious?"

Yang Song shook his head: "I don't know, it should be okay."

Although he has superb cooking skills and will become the king of kitchen gods in the future, he is very humble and will never think that the first time he makes a certain shortbread is delicious.

"It still needs to be improved."

The diners probed: "Is there anything we can do for you?"

They are willing to write small compositions.

Seeing the various shortbreads of Songge brand made them greedy in eyes, mouths, and bodies.

Yang Song shook his head: "I don't need it for now."

He took out a stack of manuscript paper: "The shortbread given to everyone, they all gave feedback, and I am busy looking at it."

The reading comprehension ability of each store in the food street has improved rapidly.

I don't know if the Chinese teacher who taught them is pleased.

The diners were dumbfounded.

They used to dislike small essays in every possible way, but now they want to write, only to find that they can't write.

They used to look down on small essays, but now small essays make them look down on them.

In this way, the diners watched Yang Song deliver shortbread on the street every day.

All the shops and snack carts in the food street have a piece of shortbread sent by Yang Song.

Red bean shortbread, mung bean shortbread, peanut shortbread, hazelnut shortbread, walnut shortbread.

Yang Song took care of every household.

Students from Los Angeles wrote a joint letter to this former senior brother.

The specific content is [-] words of praise, and no sentence is repeated.

And the real point of the last sentence: Brother Song, please save the students, the food in the cafeteria can no longer be dark.

What is the most famous dish in the cafeteria of the University of Los Angeles?
Stir-fried tomatoes with tomatoes, this dish is stir-fried green tomatoes with red tomatoes, the red and green complement each other, and the strange appearance makes people lose their appetite.

Potatoes can be combined with [-] ingredients, such as rice dumplings and salted duck eggs.

Cucumber can be mixed with everything, including fried dough sticks.

The entire cafeteria can no longer be described as delicious or not.

Yang Song's younger brothers and sisters said: "The normal dining window is often overcrowded, and the delicious food window is often sold out." '

And the window of dark cooking always exudes the breath of death.

Yang Song embarked on a new journey with biscuits.

He returned to his alma mater and continued to deliver cookies.

Melon seed cakes, pine nut cakes, and red date cakes are free to give away.

In the beginning, most canteen chefs were reluctant to turn their eyes to people.

"What shortbread? I don't like sweets at all."

"Hmph, the food in the school cafeteria is different from other restaurants."

"Young lads don't know how much they weigh just because they are praised because of their face."

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That is to say, the shortbread has been delivered to you, so you have to eat it.

No matter what kind of shortbread it is, when you open the lid and smell the aroma, the chef who is rolling his eyes and saying something nasty is stunned.

"It smells really good. I'll try it to see if it smells good?"

"Don't just smell good."

Chef Zhang, who controls the largest window at the University of Los Angeles, sells noodles, such as tomato and egg noodles, green pepper shredded pork noodles, braised beef noodles, and shiitake mushroom noodles.

There are all kinds of noodles. With the large quantity and affordable price, the taste is normal, and the business is always booming.

Of course, it is only limited to the time when students are busy preparing for the exam. As long as they have time, students still like to go out to eat, or simply eat takeaway.

What Yang Song gave him was walnut cake.

Chef Zhang creaked and ate two pieces in a row. The more he ate, the more he craved it, so he just turned the jar upside down and poured it directly into his mouth.

"I have walnut shortbread in my hometown, and it's not as good as this since I was a snack."

Yang Song took the opportunity to say: "I was busy making biscuits and forgot to eat lunch. Can Chef Zhang lend me a place to order a bowl of noodles?"

He planned to make noodles by himself in front of Chef Zhang.

"We don't have any ingredients left here." Chef Zhang said suspiciously.

L.A. students are miserable.

Yang Song didn't say any more, washed his hands, and started with making noodles.

Chef Zhang frowned: "We have an electric noodle machine, you can use the machine directly."

He thinks that they are all noodles, and the hand-rolled noodles may be a little tougher, but the taste is not far from the noodles made by machine.

Yang Song reproduces the fourteen buckles of the dragon's whiskers.

The white and slender body was wrapped in flour and thrown into boiling water.

Cooked and rinsed with cold water, Yang Song smashed garlic, dripped with sesame oil, poured vinegar, sesame sauce, leek sauce, etc., stirred it, and started to eat.

Very simple cold garlic noodles, as long as you are from the Central Plains, you have never tasted it.

Yang Song gave Chef Zhang half a bowl.

Chef Zhang with a beer belly almost ate the bowl.

"You just make noodles by hand, and you use all the ingredients from my place. How can it be so delicious?" Chef Zhang looked at the empty bowl: "It's even more delicious than the beef noodles in my shop."

A real metaphor.

Yang Song said: "This is very ordinary."

What's delicious? It's delicious. Just this kind of noodles is not even on the menu in Baifeng Pavilion.

The flour used in the cafeteria is too ordinary, the garlic is still new, the water vapor has not been dried, the sesame paste is also fake, the scallions look very stale, and he didn’t even get the scallion oil.

Chef Zhang ran out and came back again, bringing over some tomatoes and eggs.

"This is a school. There are too many students eating. It is impossible to make noodles by hand like you. If you can make noodles so delicious with a machine?"

He provided the materials, but Yang Song couldn't make them with seasoning.

Tomato and egg noodles are the best-selling noodles at their window.

Yang Song reluctantly picked out a few tomatoes and eggs.

"Do you still have scallions? You want the ones with mud on the belt. After washing and peeling your scallions, you have left them for at least six hours, and you can't squeeze out the scallion oil."

This is the school cafeteria, it is impossible for Yang Song to use green bamboo and green onions.

Chef Zhang took out a few green onions from the cabinet door in the corner and gave it to him.

(End of this chapter)