Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 1101 My Diner
Yang Song put the fried sausage on it again, put lettuce leaves and chopped onion on it, rolled it up and gave it to the warm wine.

"Thank you, Brother Song!" Wen Jiu caught the egg-filled biscuit and took a bite without hesitation.

What a big bite.

Then, he turned his eyes to those obviously ill-intentioned foodies who coveted his egg-filled pancakes.

This egg-filled biscuit was already his from the inside out.

Yang Song: "Your behavior is like a dog peeing on its own territory." '

Forget it, he bought one for himself.

There happened to be someone selling egg-filled biscuits at the scene. His name was Liu Yongsheng, which was different from his old-fashioned name.

Liu Yongsheng is only in his twenties, and he has a fairly handsome face.

With this face and the Yangjian-flavored egg-filled biscuits, they are still popular in Luo University.

Liu Yongsheng is a young man who likes to sweep. He has a catchphrase: "Oh, everyone is actually looking at my insides. My egg-filled pancakes are the best of Luo University!" '

He also didn't count how many restaurants in the University of Los Angeles sold egg-filled pancakes.

There will never be more than three.

Even if Liu Yongsheng didn't eat the egg-filled biscuits that Yang Song made so casually on the spot, Liu Yongsheng knew he had lost just by seeing the tempting brilliance of the biscuits and smelling the fragrance.

It's too obvious to lose.

Someone asked: "Yongsheng, the egg-filled biscuits you made and Brother Song's, which one is better?"

Liu Yongsheng didn't speak.

"I remember someone in the restaurant made egg-filled pancakes?" As soon as Yang Song finished speaking, someone raised their hand and squeezed to the front.

"Would you mind trying my cooking?" Yang Song asked.

There are egg-filled biscuits in Baifeng Pavilion. Yang Song is very satisfied and is happy to share them with other chefs.

"As long as you learn it, when I leave, diners will think of egg-filled biscuits and come to you to eat. My life will be protected again."

Egg-filled biscuits, a snack that can be found all over the street, can always easily mobilize the nerves of diners.

"Oh, suddenly I really want to eat egg-filled pancakes." It is inevitable to have such emotions.

It was followed by: "I wanted to eat, so I can go directly to Baifeng Pavilion, but now Brother Song is gone, where should we eat?"

There are ten thousand ways to make a foodie angry, even irritable. The most powerful one is to make him miss the food he wants to eat and has eaten before, but now he can't eat it no matter what.

Yang Song was very worried that he would be hunted down, and the reason for the hunted down was egg-filled pancakes.

It can't be that he is practicing, maybe he has met other bigwigs in the culinary world, and he has just left the bigwigs here, ready to pick the fruits of success.

Accidental sudden birth.

"No, it's too late for the culinary art exchange, so I don't want to pretend, I have to slip away first!"

"why?"

"I'm being hunted, a whole bunch of people."

"What is this for?"

"To fill pancakes with eggs!"

Too embarrassing.

I have taught everything that can be taught, and the chances of being hunted down may be reduced.

It doesn't matter if you send the blade or something.

Anyway, he will be traveling far away, and everyone may not be able to find him.

The imagination is really beautiful.

Yang Song had another busy day.

Kenjiro Ashikaga and Kazuo Nozawa stared at each other as they entered the east restaurant.

"Don't think that I don't know that you are the culinary skill of Brother Tansong." Kenjiro Ashikaga had a happy expression on his face that I want to expose your conspiracy.

"Hehe, don't you?" Kazuo Nozawa also looked down on Ashikaga Kenjiro.

One dislikes that people are not aboveboard, and the other dislikes people who are too direct and euphemistic.

Although both of them have the same mind.

Kazuo Nozawa said: "You arrived in Huaxia earlier than me, how many meals have you eaten in Baifeng Pavilion? How do you feel?"

This feeling is not just about asking Ashikaga Kenjiro how he feels after eating, but more about asking him if he has learned anything secretly.

"Hmph!" Kenjiro Ashikaga, as a big boss in the direct world, did not receive Kazuo Nozawa's signal.

"I just want to ask you, have you learned Yang Song's recipe!"

Pick it up.

The loud voice caught Yang Song who was about to leave the stage.

"What recipe do you want to learn from me?" Yang Song didn't recognize whose voice it was.

He heard that someone was interested in his recipe.

That is to be interested in his dishes.

Being interested means wanting to learn, wanting to learn well.

He can teach.

The crowd dispersed, and two He Guo people appeared in front of them.

However, Kazuo Nozawa and Kenjiro Ashikaga wore ordinary clothes.

Clothes alone do not tell they are foreigners.

"I know them, aren't these two chefs from He Guolai?"

"It's not enough to smash Brother Song's place, but the two who got slapped in the face."

"What are they two doing here?"

"For Brother Song's recipe, the voice is so loud and the intention is so bad, we all heard it."

……

Ashikaga Kenjiro and Nozawa Kazuo were a little embarrassed.

Especially Ashikaga Kenjiro, his mentality has changed.

After experiencing all kinds of quack snacks in Los Angeles, he found that his Myanmar was nothing more than pediatrics.

In Los Angeles, there are too many pastry chefs who are better than him.

Kenjiro Ashikaga has recently become obsessed with a soup called noodle soup.

Of course, it was Yang Song who fascinated him the most.

Yang Song made new noodles and steamed buns with new flavors.

And, it turns out that fire is also pasta.

Ashikaga Kenjiro couldn't enter Baihokaku to try, so he searched for high-quality fire in various shops in Los Angeles.

He has eaten donkey meat, stewed pork, and white noodles.

I was also delighted by the taste.

What moved Ashikaga Kenjiro the most was a shop called Hejian Donkey Meat Fire, and the owner was Wei Yingjie.

It is said that three generations of the family have made fire.

"Boss Wei, you should be the best cooker in Los Angeles!" Ashikaga Kenjiro said after killing three donkey yakiniku.

He really admires it.

"Huaxia's pastries are really extensive and profound."

He has been in Los Angeles for so long, but he still hasn't eaten it all.

It turns out that it is so difficult for one person to eat all the cities in China.

Wei Yingjie is not yet 30 years old. He is married and has children. He is very stable, optimistic and loves to laugh.

"My skill can only be said to have just passed the passing line. You haven't tried Baifengge Songge's skill. His fire cooking is the real classic."

Yang Song is very famous for selling fire. Of course Wei Yingjie's family was very interested and followed the excitement to try it.

The results are experienced.

"My father said that although Brother Song made white flour fire, which is what we often call five-spice fire, it is so delicious without donkey meat. If donkey meat is added, the taste will be amazing."

Kenjiro Ashikaga didn't really believe it: "But your donkey meat is already very good. The layers inside are as thin as paper, and it's as crisp and delicious as if you roasted the dried leaves in autumn."

What the hell metaphor?

Wei Yingjie didn't explain too much: "It's just that you don't believe it, so go to Baifeng Pavilion and try it yourself."

Ashikaga Kenjiro is well-dressed, looks like he is not short of money, and also pursues delicious food. Wei Yingjie thought he should go back and try.

He wanted to go, but the blacklist blocked him.

(End of this chapter)