Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 1098
Just as Yang Song was about to clean the ingredients, Gu Baiwei suddenly appeared: "Brother Song, how can I let you do this kind of work? Leave it to me!"

The former genius chef, Chef Gu who is proud of the capital, happily peels onions and washes tomatoes.

Yang Song cracked the eggs himself, but Chef Gu snatched the eggshells and put them in the trash.

"Boil the water."

"okay!"

Yang Song held down the tomato and sliced ​​it with a knife.

Some students received the news in advance that Yang Song was in the cafeteria, so they came to watch early.

"What's going on? The tomato is still intact, Brother Song cut it up and felt lonely?"

Chef Zhang couldn't help rubbing his eyes; "I didn't see any changes in the tomatoes either. '

Yang Song stabbed three or four tomatoes in a row, but the knife passed by, and the tomato was still the same tomato, motionless.

Gu Baiwei peeled off the ginger and garlic cloves and handed them over to Yang Song.

Yang Song didn't speak, and cut the green onion out.

Heat oil in a pan, scramble eggs.

He is very skillful in scrambling eggs. He stirs the pan for less than three times, leaves the eggs on the side of the pan, and then stir-fries the onion, ginger, and garlic.

"Brother Song, you haven't cut the tomatoes yet."

Whole tomatoes stay on the chopping board.

The onion, ginger, and garlic have already been sautéed, and it is obviously too late to cut the tomatoes at this time.

Yang Song didn't look back, the back of the knife thumped on the chopping board.

The tomatoes disintegrated in an instant, densely packed, like building blocks falling apart.

Yang Song swept up the kitchen knife, cut the knife horizontally, and poured all the tomatoes into the vegetable pot.

Shila-

The sweet and sour tomato juice spreads immediately when it touches the boiling oil.

A few seconds ago, those intact tomatoes turned into crumbs in an instant, and they were still very uniform.

What kind of superb knife work is this?
None of them saw it ahead of time.

The onlookers were the canteen chefs, helpers, or Luo University students who had studied a lot.

"Fuck!"

Gorgeous rhetoric, through the integration of wisdom, comes to such a refined, direct and unaffected inner expression.

The tomato sauce was quickly fried, and Yang Song immediately chopped the eggs and tomatoes with a spatula and stir-fried them together.

The fusion of red tomato sauce and golden eggs.

Sprinkle with simple seasonings and turn off the heat.

Gu Baiwei cooked the noodles in time and took them out.

Dipping sauce.

The tomato egg noodles with excellent appearance come out of the pan.

Yang Song's operation lasted only 4 minutes, and some time was wasted because of the temporary heating of water.

Otherwise it will only be faster.

"Try it."

There are only two standard bowls of noodles.

Chef Zhang took advantage of the geographical location and grabbed a bowl, holding the noodles with a lot of chopsticks and circling in the bowl, twice in the front and back counterclockwise.

The tomato sauce can successfully infiltrate the noodles.

He stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation.

The first feeling is the sourness of tomato sauce, which is very appetizing, followed by the unique sweetness of tomato and the unique aroma of scrambled eggs.

Eggs, fried by Yang Song are very tender and smooth, you don't need to chew them specially, just lick your tongue lightly, or the noodles can be chewed into pieces.

But the scrambled eggs didn't lose their texture.

It depends on Yang Song's skill in stirring eggs, that is, some people stir eggs by hand, which is more cool than an egg beater.

Eggs that are as tender as a sponge are smooth to eat, but the eggs themselves are tender and golden, and will not flow when they are mature, just because Yang Song's control of the heat is so superb.

The other bowl was shared among those present.

Each person only has one piece of noodles, and whether he can eat eggs depends on God's will, as well as the competition of opponent's speed and eyesight.

Even so, everyone couldn't help questioning Chef Zhang.

"The same tomatoes, the same eggs, the same onion, ginger, garlic and machine noodles, why Song Ge is completely different from you?"

"Same world, different tomato and egg noodles."

"Our school cafeteria used to make tomato and egg noodles, all of which were fake tomato and egg noodles."

"You have lied to us for many years. It turns out that real egg noodles with tomatoes are so delicious!"

Chef Zhang had nothing to say.

Yang Song made tomato and egg noodles with the same ingredients as they used, and did not use the legendary superb technique. The speed of making bowls of noodles was faster than those of their experienced chefs.

It was so hateful.

There are people in this world who are younger than you, handsomer than you, and better at cooking than you.

Among the onlookers were regular customers of Baifeng Pavilion.

"I'm so lucky. I got Brother Song's handicrafts here. Otherwise, if I go to Baifeng Pavilion for dinner, I will either not be able to line up, or my wallet will be tight."

Chef Zhang understood: 'He is richer than me. '

"Brother Song, I lost, just tell me." Chef Zhang is an open-minded person who can afford to lose.

Yang Song is very used to anyone calling him Brother Song, even if this person once sold him tomato and egg noodles.

"Do you want to improve your cooking skills?" Yang Song asked calmly.

"Think!" Gu Baiwei answered quickly.

Chef Zhang glared at him: "Did I ask you?" '

"Of course, Brother Song, are you going to teach us how to make this tomato scrambled egg?" Chef Zhang couldn't help being excited, "Or teach us how to buckle noodles?"

Chef Zhang doesn't want to go to Yang Song's buckle noodle technique?
Of course he wants to learn.

Experts know the way best.

Is it because he doesn't want to learn how to cook a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes?And Yang Song's knife skills?
He must want to learn.

It’s just that people can’t be too greedy. Chef Zhang followed the students and called Yang Song Brother Song. In fact, the jokes accounted for more than half of it.

No matter how delicious tomato scrambled eggs are, it is nothing more than a tomato scrambled egg.

If he can make it as delicious as Yang Song's, and open a store in another place, the price of this dish will definitely increase.

With the same ingredients, he can make more money.

Yang Song asked again: "Are there any other ingredients?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Chef Zhang took out all kinds of ingredients for making noodles from the freezer, even beef.

Gu Baiwei helped Yang Song, he stir-fried in an orderly manner, shuttling between the chopping board and the stove.

Soon, time seemed to just flicker.

The braised beef noodles are ready.

Green pepper shredded pork noodles, green pepper shredded pork noodles, mushroom meat sliced ​​noodles, sauerkraut pork shredded noodles, green vegetable noodles, fried sauce noodles.

The seven bowls of noodles were neatly arranged on the table.

Chef Zhang, look at this, look at that.

Wiping saliva over and over again.

"Which one shall I eat first? Which one shall I eat first?"

He actually imagined that he could eat bowl by bowl.

Daydreaming is not a good habit.

The onlookers held their chopsticks and rushed forward.

Yang Song knocked on the table, his tone was extremely calm and flat: "Don't rush, line up."

Whoosh!
Seven bowls of noodles, seven teams.

Chef Zhang hasn't settled down yet.

Each group of seven people clapped word by word, and each person took one noodle.

"Wow! This beef noodle is really delicious!"

"I never thought that the ingredients in our cafeteria can make such delicious noodles."

"It turns out that green vegetable noodles can be made so delicious!"

"Where's the canteen chef? Let him come over and see what real noodles are."

"Southerners always eat rice and don't like noodles. It turns out that it's because they haven't encountered delicious noodles."

……

The people in front ate noodles, and when they got to the back of the line, each person got a spoonful of soup. If they were lucky, they could eat side dishes.

"After eating pig food for half my life, I finally tasted the delicacy of human beings. I was moved to tears."

"This is the food that people should eat."

"Uncle Canteen, Brother Song has already been delivered to your door. If you don't rise up again, be careful to be nailed to the pillar of shame."

(End of this chapter)