Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 1118 Yang Song Loves To Play With Knives
Yang Song hung up the phone and looked at Zhang Xiaoyang: "Every day is full of opportunities?"

To deal with the enemy, it is necessary to pierce the heart with a knife.

Where it hurts, where to pierce.

"No time to see anyone?"

Another knife.

"I'm actually nothing, I'm just an ordinary cook." Yang Song made another knife.

"A mediocre handsome man, mediocre cooking skills can easily beat He Guo's state banquet-level chef, and mediocre man has a girlfriend of Peony's beauty, it's as simple as that."

This knife can't stop today.

Meng Shijia said quietly: "Sister, I didn't expect my brother-in-law to be quite narcissistic."

Meng Shihan said angrily: "Where is the narcissism? Your brother-in-law is not telling the truth?"

"Sister, you are also narcissistic."

The most desperate person on the court was Zhang Xiaoyang. He smiled at Yang Song and then at Chen Ming.

"How could you be Boss Chen's son?"

Chen Ming frowned: "What are you talking about?" '

"If it's true, this young master is my father's son!"

Zhang Xiaoyang said to Yang Song again: "You are just a chef in a small restaurant, why is Boss Chen being so polite to you?"

It is not difficult to see from Chen Dahai's attitude that he respects Yang Song very much.

Without great skills, it is impossible to impress capitalists.

Yang Song: "Maybe it's because my cooking is delicious."

Otherwise why?
Zhang Xiaoyang was overwhelmed by the blow, leaning on the chair and giggling all the time.

Disgraceful and lost.

If Yang Song and the others were just little people, ordinary nurses, he would be ashamed if he lost face, and he could cover it up afterwards and block the news.

Now, it can't be done.

Zhang Xiaoyang is ashamed!

He also kicked the iron plate.

"Brother Song, isn't this kid stupid?" Chen Ming was already looking for the phone number of the mental hospital. "Hurry up and send him to the Second Hospital. Don't let him mess around here. How can he fix things if he breaks things?"

To renovate Baifeng Pavilion, Yang Song will definitely not be in business, and will even stop developing new products.

"It's not stupid, let him rest."

It was this sentence that made Zhang Xiaoyang wake up suddenly, threw himself in front of Yang Song, hugged his thigh and cried.

"Wuuuuu...Brother Song, I was wrong, I was really wrong, I was so wrong...I, I shouldn't doubt you, I'm such a jerk, I have blind eyes, I can't see Taishan with my eyes, your lord has a lot , the prime minister can hold a boat in his stomach, please forgive me woo woo woo..."

A man, almost 40 years old, a bit bald, middle-aged and fat man, hugged the young and handsome Yang Song's thigh and wept bitterly.

This scene is very speechless.

Yang Song wanted to pull his leg out, but Zhang Xiaoyang hugged him too hard.

"Let go first, let go first!"

"Brother Song, don't be angry with me." He hugged harder and cried harder.

Yang Song: "I'm not angry, I'm really not angry, let go first!"

Otherwise, he was afraid that he couldn't help kicking Zhang Xiaoyang away.

"I really know I was wrong, brother Song, please forgive me!" Zhang Xiaoyang cried terribly.

"Let go first!"

"I was wrong!" He continued to hug his thigh.

"I am not angry."

"Brother Song, forgive me." He hugged both of Yang Song's legs.

……

"If you don't let go, I'm really angry. Are your legs weak? I asked someone to take a video!"

This sentence is considered effective.

Yang Song heaved a sigh of relief and finally freed his leg.

"I know what you're thinking. Because of Boss Chen, you're going to endure the moment and take a step back. You don't really know that you were wrong. You just regret that you didn't find out my details. You just think you offended me. Afraid of retaliation."

Yang Song's mind is very clear:
"From the beginning to the end, your malice towards me started from questioning my cooking skills, starting from the vermicelli fish meat bun, you haven't eaten the bun yet, how do you know that you are wrong?"

Zhang Xiaoyang is no longer the Zhang Xiaoyang he was half an hour ago: "Brother Song, if your cooking skills can be recognized by Boss Chen, you must be unique. I was wrong, I was really wrong."

Zhang Xiaoyang doesn't care about Yang Song's culinary skills anymore, he just doesn't want to be Chen Dahai's enemy now.

"As expected of a capitalist, the ability to look up and down is amazing."

"Wait, I'll make an exception this time."

Yang Song put on the chef's clothes again, and told someone to dry the peeled garlic cloves first.

He planned to make fish and meat vermicelli buns in front of everyone.

"Brother Song, you are not afraid of someone stealing such a good bun?" Wen Shengli reminded.

He thinks that a chef's recipe is the same as a martial arts master's cheat book, which must be hidden.

"No need." Yang Song never cared about someone stealing his teacher.

If he really has the ability to steal, he dares to cook in an aboveboard manner, so he is not afraid of being stolen by others.

Yang Song only killed one fish.

Chen Ming and Meng Shijia were beside them, smiling all over their faces: "Brother Song, one fish is not enough, right? There are so many of us."

Yang Song: "Why not enough? Haven't you eaten it?"

This group of people has hardly stopped talking since they opened at night.

"You guys had dinner, barbecue, steamed stuffed buns, and soup. You even ate dessert just now. Do you still want to eat now?"

When he said these words, he deliberately glanced at the trash can.

"You guys had snacks while I was in the kitchenette."

The trash can is full of nut skins.

"Hey, those things are just for fun."

"Brother Song, we brought these nuts and left them specially for you." Wen Shunli and Wen Shengli each carried two bags of nuts to Yang Song.

They are pistachio and almond respectively.

Let alone fifty catties.

"Brother Song, don't worry about eating. We brought less this time. We have already told the people in our hometown to bring a few more cars."

Also pull the locomotive.

The corner of Yang Song's mouth twitched: "You guys should eat by yourself."

The system is full of nuts.

"Make eight-treasure porridge tomorrow morning." Yang Song said.

"Brother Song, do you have any favorite nuts?"

"Is there any seafood you want to eat in particular?"

"Is there a certain singer you particularly like?"

"Or which actress do you like?"

"Are you interested in coming to the golf course to play with us?"

……

Without waiting for Yang Song to answer.

"If you like nuts, we will pull them by truck, or send them by plane. High-speed rail is also fine, and you can pack a few carriages. Seafood can be directly chartered by a boat or plane."

"If you like a singer, let her come to Baifeng Pavilion to sing and stay here."

"It's the same for actors. I have a film and television company in my hometown. There are many beauties in it. They are fat and thin. They are not married yet. It's just good to introduce you to Brother Song."

"Just Liu Yanyan, the head of the pure girl, do you like Song Ge?"

"It's still Lisa, a barbie girl in the world."

"Or Brother Song, you like long-legged Yujie, human elves, charming mixed blood..."

Meng Shihan snorted, and Yang Song could hear the crackling of her knuckles.

"No, play by yourself and be quiet, or you may not be able to eat tomorrow's breakfast."

Is it bad to live?
Didn't you see his girlfriend and fiancee by his side?

Meng Shihan really sneered, and lifted a Wen's cub in one hand.

"Come out with me."

"What?"

"There's something I want to talk to you about."

From the small warehouse of Baifeng Pavilion, there were screams like slaughtering chickens and pigs.

(End of this chapter)