Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 44

Pick up the spring rolls and put them in your mouth and take a bite, no!The flour is the same, although it is very crispy and has reached the general standard, but the leeks in it are overnight, the taste is not so pure, and finally, the taste of inferior oil is too unpalatable.

After taking two bites, Yang Song stood up and said to Meng Shihan, "Okay, it's almost done, let's eat these! Let's change to another one!"

Meng Shihan just took two bites in her mouth, and said vaguely in surprise: "What's the matter? Isn't it delicious?"

"No, Caifeng can't eat too much and one bite is enough!" Yang Song took out his wallet and paid for the breakfast!He left with Meng Shihan.

The proprietress was very surprised, she had already ordered something to eat, why she suddenly stopped eating, but she paid for it, so it was fine, so she had to run over and pack up the breakfast that only took one or two mouthfuls.

"Oh, what a waste. Young people of today!"

Meng Shihan didn't even wipe off the grease from the corners of her mouth. She drove the car depressed and asked, "How much did you eat! I won't eat anymore, I'm still hungry!"

"Is there any other delicious place?" Yang Song was a little depressed. From the first one he entered the store, the system gave him information, and he wouldn't stop eating until two hours later!
"Yes!" Meng Shihan thought about it carefully, and said, "There is a soup dumpling shop in Liancun Street! The boss has been making it for decades, and the taste is delicious!"

"Then go to that one!"

Five minutes later, the car stopped in front of a small steamed stuffed bun shop. Although the shop was small, there were already so many people queuing up. You know, it's only before 5:06, so there are only so many people.

Meng Shihan led Yang Song in, and asked tentatively, "Why don't we just eat a soup dumpling!"

"Is there anything else besides soup dumplings?" Yang Song continued to ask.

"It's also good to have noodle paste!" Meng Shihan felt like she was about to cry.I ordered the pain of not being able to eat, it was too uncomfortable.

Yang Song looked at the phone, and said lightly: "Boss, a soup dumpling and noodle paste!"

"Just one copy? What about me?"

Meng Shihan hurriedly asked, but Yang Song shook his head, and the latter understood immediately, and guessed it was just a bite.

Soon, soup dumplings and noodle paste came up. Yang Song took a spoon, dug out a spoonful of noodle paste, and put it in his mouth. This was seafood noodle paste. After only one bite, Yang Song knew Yes, the seafood in the noodle paste here is not good, overnight!With a pungent sea smell.

He then gently picked up a soup dumpling, put it on the spoon, then tore a hole with chopsticks, watched the soup slowly flow down, took a sip, picked up the soup dumpling, and took a small bite .

Alas, from the moment it was clamped, Yang Song had already discovered three problems. First, the skin was too thick to see the tumbling state of the soup inside, and the oil in the soup was larger than the soup, and the pork skin jelly tasted too question.

"Enough! Let's go!"

"Yeah! I got it! Don't worry!"

Meng Shihan now has two soup dumplings stuffed in her mouth. Before, she ate a bite of tofu curd and two bites of spring rolls, which made her stomach growl, but now that Yang Song opened her mouth, she had no choice but to go inside her mouth again. Stuffed a soup bag.

"What are you in such a hurry for? It's not that you won't be allowed to eat!" Yang Song looked at Meng Shihan who was sitting in the driver's seat, gasping for air from the heat, and couldn't laugh or cry, why did this girl look like a starving ghost.

The latter gave Yang Song a blank look, didn't speak, took a breath of air, relieved the pain in his mouth, then started the car, and went to the next house without saying a word.

The third is a rice noodle shop known as a century-old shop. The Yunnan rice noodle inside is considered a must in Los Angeles.

Walking into the store, the strong aroma of rice noodles permeated the whole store. Yang Song took a sip, smiled, and said: "The rice noodles taste good!"

"Really? That's great! Boss, two rice noodles!" Meng Shihan yelled as if seeing hope.

It's rare that Yang Song said the taste is good, it seems that this bowl of rice noodles can eat a few more mouthfuls!A few minutes later, the rice noodles for the two arrived. Yang Song took a look, picked up a piece of vermicelli, and ate it.

The taste is really good, and the rice used is considered top-grade, but I don’t know if it’s because of the heat, it’s a bit rotten and not chewy!

Fatty sausage would be good for ordinary people, but for Yang Song, it is too clean, and the original taste of fat sausage is washed away. Fatty sausage is actually the same as stinky tofu, without that special taste, which makes people feel uncomfortable. It feels like eating rubber.

Standing up, Yang Song patted the table, and said to Meng Shihan who was fanning: "Let's go! Next one!"

Meng Shihan was taken aback, and was almost choked in the throat by fans.Glancing at the rice noodles sadly, he stood up and left resolutely.

After eating at three restaurants in a row, I only ate one bite at each restaurant, but fortunately, Yang Song paid for it, and Meng Shihan didn't care much then.

It's been a whole morning, and I haven't had enough to eat!If Yang Song hadn't agreed to go back and feed her some skewers, Meng Shihan would have left long ago.

One morning, after tossing and tossing until more than eight o'clock, Yang Song finally satiated Meng Shihan at the last steamed bun shop.

Because the countdown in the system has already indicated that the breakfast time is over.

Yang Song randomly stuffed two buns and asked Meng Shihan to take him home.

"Yang Song, do you still have to go at noon?" Meng Shihan asked cautiously.After all, I vowed to go there with Yang Song in the morning, so it seems that I will go in all day today.Thanks to Yang Song's guarantee, nothing happened.

Yang Song nodded as it should and said: "That's right! The wind gathering is divided into morning, noon and evening, and there is supper at the end."

God!And supper?Is this the rhythm of death?
At noon, the time came soon. Yang Song was sitting in the restaurant. This is a local chicken shop. Yang Song picked up a piece of roast chicken, put it in his mouth gently, and tasted it carefully.

"No, it smells a bit earthy. Although it's called a native chicken, it's just a scientifically raised free-range chicken, not an authentic native chicken!"

"Yang Song, are you leaving?"

Meng Shihan now understands Yang Song's rhythm, this is the third restaurant, the first river fish restaurant, and the second Sichuan bamboo rat restaurant!
This is the third one, the Tuji Restaurant, and Yang Song still just ate a piece and was about to leave.

Yang Song nodded and said with a light smile, "You know me quite well! Let's go, the fourth one, it should be almost done at noon today!"

Meng Shihan was a little numb now, she stood up dumbly, and left with Yang Song.

(End of this chapter)