Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 1131 Looking forward to the Banquet
"What?" Chen Ming was stunned.

Yang Song held the jug from behind and took a sip. The fruity plum wine scattered in the air, making people swallow their saliva.

"Are you afraid too? Aren't you full of confidence and going forward every time, as if even if the king of heaven came, you would be able to be stewed in the pot by you?"

"Of course I would be afraid. How long have I been learning cooking? There are so many cuisines in the world, and I haven't reached the point where I can be good at everything."

Not to mention anything else, just that old fellow Kazuo Nozawa opened his mouth more than Yusheng.

Yang Song's Yusheng is learned now.

"The current Yusheng has won against Kazuo Nozawa?" Chen Ming felt that Yang Song was fooling him.

"Brother Song, you can't do this." Chen Mingyu persuaded earnestly: "We capitalists have a lot of problems, and we can't change our problem of running trains. We are used to fooling people, Brother Song, you can't learn from me. "

Yang Song: No one believes the truth now.

"I didn't learn from you."

"You can't learn from those old foxes with low integrity outside." Chen Ming felt that Yang Song was taken away.

"I didn't learn from them." He was always honest.

"That's what I learned from my parents." Chen Ming was about to make a phone call to tell his parents not to bring up bad children.

Yang Song stopped him: "Calm down."

Chen Ming refused to listen, and took out another mobile phone to make a call.

Capitalists are used to holding two mobile phones.

"Take a sip of wine, calm down." Yang Song also handed Chen Ming a bottle, but it was obviously much smaller than his bottle.

"Brother Song, it's so delicious. The plums have been smoked and made into wine. It has a long aftertaste and is soft, not intoxicating, and slightly drunk. It's very suitable for the early autumn weather."

Chen Mingdao: "I've said so much, but I just want to talk about Brother Song. I'll order some wine. It's just a few sips, not enough to drink at all."

Yang Song held his flagon away from him, "Good wine is for tasting, not for cattle."

Chen Ming had the cheek to ask for another cup, and sipped it cherishingly: "Brother Song, you really learned Yusheng in less than a week?"

"Of course not." Yang Song took a mouthful of lotus seed crisps and said, "I just used that time to learn a dish that can beat Kazuo Nozawa."

Win the game first and keep Baifeng Pavilion.

Chen Ming convinced: "I don't know what expression Kazuo Nozawa will have when he knows the truth."

Yang Song thought about it, and felt that he should not think about it.

Curiosity killed the cat.

Kazuo Nozawa knows less is good for health.

"Then if someone asks you to challenge Yusheng again?" Chen Ming thought he had found the bug.

At that time, Yang Song controlled the enemy with one move.

The essence of pulling the wind is because he only knows how to cook fish.

"Come here." Yang Song said again: "To defeat Kazuo Nozawa's Yusheng, I actually learned it in one day, but I practiced the basic skills for three days before that."

"Now, anyone can come to me, Beit Yusheng. Do you think I didn't continue to practice later?"

Yang Song had already checked for omissions and made up for the vacancies.

He is a qualified and reliable chef.

"So you are invincible in Yusheng now?" Chen Ming wanted to eat Yusheng after Yang Song defeated Kazuo Nozawa, but he didn't know how to speak, lest he would provoke him.

Everyone in Baifengge knew that Yang Song couldn't make fish, but he beat Kazuo Nozawa.

The whole thing is just too fantastical.

They dare not ask anything, and they dare not say anything.

Don't worry at all now.

"Brother Song, when are we going to have a fish feast?"

Chen Ming turned into a pug, with round eyes, he couldn't care about anything anymore, he wanted to eat the fish he had been thinking about for a long time.

"Yes, you can eat raw fish tonight." Yang Song persuaded himself to get used to it.

People around you stay, don't ask them why they stay.

Is it for him?Or is it because he knows how to cook?
It's not important. If you know too much, it's a disease in your heart.

"Eat it tonight?" Chen Ming hesitated: "Then what about the new dish tonight?"

You have to eat raw fish, and you can't let go of new dishes.

This is the law of foodies, absolutely no meal for yourself.

Yang Song: "Today I was going to eat raw fish."

There is no meal without you.

Taking advantage of the delicious fish and meat in autumn, Yang Song felt that everyone's appetite should be satisfied, otherwise he might be hunted down by his own shareholders.

"What the hell did Huaizhao do? I haven't seen her for several days. Let's call her back tonight. Let's gather around and have a lively reunion dinner."

They are best partners and friends.

"Okay, I'll call her."

Seriously.

"Brother Song, how many dishes are there in total for our fish feast tonight? How many fish will be slaughtered? Are there any lobsters and crabs?"

Of course Yang Song would not tell him: "You come and explain to me first, aren't we talking about a very serious topic? About survival, about freedom? Why did you run to what to eat tonight?"

Chen Ming can always find a way to turn the topic 360 degrees.

"Hey hey hey, Brother Song, isn't food the most important thing for the people?"

They are still alive and well, very happy.

Let go of future troubles first.

"What are we having for dinner tonight?"

"If you can put your perseverance in food into business, I guess there will be no idiots to interfere with your freedom." Yang Song sighed.

Chen Ming rubbed his arms straight: "Brother Song, don't imitate my mother. I didn't study hard when I was young, and she taught me like this."

Yang Song: "Hehe."

"Stop talking nonsense, prepare to open at noon."

"What shall we have for dinner?"

"I'll find out tonight."

"Brother Song, tell me first, let me imagine, so that I can eat longer."

Eat one meal in imagination, and another meal in reality.

The idea was pretty well done.

Yang Song: "While playing, ask again. Today you go home and cook instant noodles yourself."

Chen Ming's grievances are like clouds in the sky, floating around.

So much so that Meng Wan thought he was broken in love when he saw it.

"Single dogs are not qualified to break up in love." Yang Song made up the knife.

Chen Ming was stabbed again.

"What's the matter with you?" Meng Wan just won a dispute case and got a huge commission. He is in a good mood and is happy to care about his fellow foodies at this moment. "It's still far from Singles' Day, why do you need to be sad now? Save it."

As singles, Meng Wan and Chen Ming are completely different.

Basically, he rarely feels sad about it, except for 30 seconds of sadness on Singles' Day.

At other times, Meng Wan was busy making money, or coming to Baifeng Pavilion for dinner.

He is not available.

This is the difference between a beating worker and an evil capitalist.

"You don't understand." Chen Ming still held back the desire to confide in Meng Wan.

What if today's Yusheng feast is accidentally leaked?
If one more person comes to eat, how much less meat does he have to eat?

"Huai Zhao said that she won't be coming back tonight, she has something to do." Chen Ming almost cried with joy.

There is one less fisherman.

Yang Song was a little worried: "What are you busy with? I haven't come back for several days. Will something happen?"

(End of this chapter)