Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 1284 Finally Eat Vermicelli
"What are vermicelli?"

Hundreds of people in front of him looked at Yang Song curiously, their eyes full of desire for knowledge.

What are vermicelli made of?
Mostly not sweet potatoes, just potatoes.

Coincidentally, it's something they don't have.

Yang Song is here.

"Vermic noodles are a kind of ingredients similar to noodles. They are wide and thin. They can be used in cold salads or stews. They have no taste in themselves, but they can absorb the soup very well."

Talking doesn't help.

"Wait a minute, I'll make it, everyone have a try."

"Thank you, Chef Yang!" Waiting for these words.

Yang Song here made vermicelli and dried them on the shelf next to them.

There were not enough shelves, and someone moved in new ones immediately.

"Chef Yang, I use mine, which is usually hung with silk. I just wiped it three times with salt water and five times with clean water, and it's very clean."

"Use mine, my new one!"

"Mine, and me, this is my pearl necklace."

"You get the rack, where is the pearl necklace hanging?"

"that's not important!"

There is also a carpenter who brought in a batch of wooden frames, which was not enough, so he took the tools and made them on the spot.

Yang Song used the last potato to make vermicelli.

I worked until the moon was in the middle of the sky, it was dark, and then it was dawn, and finally finished, and the vermicelli were hanging on the shelf.

Everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Yang Song looked at the bright sunrise: "The weather is good today, and I think we can eat it in the afternoon."

Everyone present couldn't help but show gratified expressions, full of sense of accomplishment.

Each of them contributed to this vermicelli.

Fortunately, this is the border, the sun is fierce, the weather is actually quite cool, and there are no mosquitoes.

"Everyone can go back to rest and come back at dusk, then we can eat." Yang Song suggested.

They are all people who have stayed up all night, and they are probably tired.

Yang Song was considerate, but no one wanted to leave for a while.

"How about this, I'll cook a few pots of sweet potato porridge, share it with everyone, drink a bowl each, and then go back to sleep for a while."

I ate potatoes yesterday, and today I just ate sweet potatoes.

Everyone not only tasted delicious food yesterday, but also knew how to wash and peel potatoes.

With so many people waiting to drink porridge, washing and peeling sweet potatoes is a project.

"Chef Yang, we are here to help."

"I'll come too. I used to peel radishes when I was at home."

"I'll chop wood."

"Leave the fire to me, I will make a good fire."

"You still need to cut some pickles, right? Leave it to me!"

……

With more people and more hands, more helpers, the porridge was cooked quickly.

Millet, rice, and sweet potatoes are cooked in a large iron pot, and the sweetness will soon come out when it is hot.

Yang Song was watching the fire from the side, the high fire and the small fire were different, but no one was allowed to lift the lid of the pot.

"Many people know how to cook porridge, but they don't know that the most important thing to cook porridge is to stew it."

The sweet potato porridge was bubbling in the pot, and the onlookers were holding empty bowls, their stomachs growling.

If it was another chef, they would have been unable to withstand the pressure for a long time, so they turned up the fire, regardless of 21, [-], and cooked it first.

Yang Song will not.

He is a chef, and chefs are magicians, who can make food delicious and wonderful, making people feel happy before it even starts.

Eating is actually an art.

"Are you ready?"

"When can I eat? I'm starving to death."

"I'm starving like a beggar."

"Come on, there are no beggars in Baishui City."

There was a lack of manpower in the fields on Xiaoqingshan, so Yang Song asked the yamen to come forward, gathered all the beggars together, fed them, and asked a doctor to check their pulse. There was nothing serious about their health, and those who could work hard were sent to farm. , anyway, he also pays monthly money for food.

Beggars who can't work hard are also assigned simple jobs, and the monthly salary is very low, so they can manage food anyway.

As for those beggars who are unwilling to work, they have to be lazy.

Without Yang Song's action, the officer whipped a few times: "Either work, or receive dozens of sticks and be thrown on the wasteland, choose by yourself."

Who else dares to be lazy?

Baishui City is very clean now, there are no beggars, and there will be no people scrambling for food.

The diners are well behaved and wait patiently.

Impatience is not enough, Yang Song is too polite.

The most difficult time is when you can see, smell, and eat.

Yang Song cooked a total of twenty pots of sweet potato porridge, all of which were extra-large iron pots.

The diners are looking forward to seeing these big iron pots.

"Okay, start the pot!" Yang Song greeted, and twenty large iron pots lifted the lids at the same time.

The sweet taste soared into the sky.

Everyone couldn't help taking a deep breath, and then greedily absorbed the sweet breath.

"Sweeter than sugar!"

"It's delicious! It must be better than pastries!"

"Is this the sweet potato?"

After all, everyone has eaten rice and millet, and they are not so sweet.

Twenty big iron pots, twenty neat teams.

"Try it, everyone, and you can provide more opinions." Yang Song couldn't forget the stalk of opinions.

The team was lined up neatly, and the person in charge of serving the porridge was very skillful.

Each person has a large bowl of porridge, which is just right in thickness, and three pieces of sweet potatoes, the whole bowl is sweet and smooth.

"Be careful!"

Yang Song, like everyone else, took a bowl of porridge and started drinking at any place on the side of the road.

Some squatted on the side of the road, some leaned against doors and walls, and some even had chairs.

No matter who has porridge in the bowl, they only have the bowl of porridge in their eyes and hearts.

"Sweet potatoes are really red!"

"It's so sweet, like drinking honey!"

"The sweetness of the water!"

"It's so hot!"

"The soup is also sweet!"

"This sweet potato is so festive, I like it!"

"How did I finish drinking?"

"Three big pieces of sweet potatoes are too unpalatable."

……

After finishing the porridge, everyone realized that they forgot to eat the pickles.

"This porridge doesn't need to be eaten with vegetables, just drink it!"

"Drink a bowl and feel warm all over."

"so comfortable!"

"It would be nice to have another bowl!"

It really spoke the minds of everyone.

There is no need to look at each other, there is a tacit understanding in the heart.

"Chef Yang, can I have another bowl?"

"That's right, let's all come to help and cook another [-] pots. I believe many people can drink another bowl."

"Chef Yang, don't worry, we are all not tired, and doing this work is trivial."

"Twenty more pots!" It's so exciting to shout!

Yang Song couldn't agree, it was twenty pots, not twenty bowls.

As a professional chef, Yang Song is quite experienced.Foodies know the past and the present, and everyone can eat it.

After eating twenty pots, there will be another twenty pots, and there will be another twenty pots.

Can the sweet potato stand up to the two sayings, the chefs can't stand it

Yang Songdao: "It's the first time you eat sweet potatoes. You can't eat too much. If you're not full, go home and eat some familiar food at home. It's good for your stomach. Remember to come here in the afternoon and evening to eat vermicelli dishes. It's absolutely delicious, I promise!"

The sweet potatoes in front of me are not enough, and the vermicelli in the afternoon can be expected, which barely appeases the hearts of foodies.

(End of this chapter)