Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 66 Cooking Competition

When it comes to cooking, that kid is definitely not good, he said that, if he can't make a squirrel mandarin fish, it must be an embroidered pillow!
At this moment, an advertisement suddenly played on the TV.

"The Los Angeles Master of Cooking competition is about to begin! There is still one week left before the registration deadline!"

His eyes lit up, although his eyes were looking at his grandfather, but his ears were listening to the voice from the TV, he probably remembered the name in his heart, and immediately had an idea.

"Grandpa, grandson remember! I will go back to Suzhou and Hangzhou tomorrow, so that grandpa won't bother!"

When Mr. Wang arrived, he didn't notice what was on the TV, he just nodded and treated him like his grandson, so he really changed his mind!
After Yang Song closed the stall, when he came home, the living room was quiet. It seemed that Meng Shihan had already gone to bed. He was already tired from driving and driving again today!
It was past ten o'clock. After the stalls were closed today, Yang Song went to various night food stalls to taste it. I don't know if it was corrupted by the system. Yang Song is used to eating after closing the stalls, mainly because of the time of setting up the stalls. .

Today I don't know why, suddenly I don't want to fall asleep like that, Yang Song stood up, came to the top floor, thinking about watching the night view and taking a good rest.

Just came to the roof garden, but accidentally saw a person in the gazebo, it is Meng Lao who I haven't seen for a long time!
"Grandpa Meng, you're back?" Yang Song was a little surprised, Mr. Meng hadn't seen him for a long time!I heard that he went out with Mr. Sun to participate in some national chess competition!

Meng Lao didn't expect this point. Yang Song hadn't gone to bed yet. If he had been in the past, he would have gone to bed at this point. At this time, there was a flagon and a small plate of peanuts in front of him.

"I'm back! I went to Kyoto this time, so it's a trip!" Meng Lao smiled and called Yang Song to come and sit down.

Although it was said that he was going to participate in the National Chess Competition for the Elderly, according to the chess skills of these two stinky chess baskets, Yang Song just felt that they should just travel in the past.

"By the way!" Yang Song suddenly remembered his fried rice noodles, which Meng Lao hadn't tasted yet, "Grandpa Meng, the boy just researched a new thing, fried rice noodles, do you want to try it?"

"Fried rice noodles? That's a good feeling! Just drinking is a bit boring, hurry up and get some! You're really hungry when you say that!"

There are peanuts in front of Mr. Meng, which are used to accompany the wine, but it is unavoidably a bit monotonous. If there is a bowl of hot fried rice noodles to eat, it will be called comfort!

With the new things that Yang Song proposed on his own initiative, the taste will definitely be good!So thinking about it, Meng Lao had a feeling that he couldn't help it!
Yang Song nodded, trotted to the kitchen, made a bowl of fried rice noodles with minimal movement, brought it up, and placed it in front of Mr. Meng.

"Try it!" When facing Grandpa Meng, Yang Song felt like offering a treasure.

Facing all kinds of diners, no matter how delicious it is, no matter how great their praise, Yang Song just smiled lightly, with a very indifferent expression!It makes people feel that this is the case for masters, and they should be calm in the face of all compliments.

After taking a bite of fried rice noodles, Grandpa Meng's eyes lit up!I don't care about Yang Song anymore, even forget to drink the good wine, but feast on it, a bowl of fried rice noodles will be finished soon!

"Xiao Yang! There are too few fried rice noodles! Another bowl!" After Grandpa Meng finished eating, he handed the bowl and chopsticks to Yang Song, indicating that he wanted another bowl.

Yang Song shook his head with a smile, and rejected Grandpa Meng, "No! Although this fried rice noodles are delicious, they are always something that is not easy to digest. Eating too much at once is not good for the stomach, especially for an old man like you. , Just try it, eat too much and forget it!"

This is really not that Yang Song is stingy. Now that he earns so much money, there is nothing to be stingy about getting some for relatives and friends. It’s just that rice noodles are really not suitable for eating too much, especially for the elderly, whose gastrointestinal function has degraded. , prone to indigestion!

Grandpa Meng shook his head helplessly, poured a glass of white wine, took a sip, and pretended to sigh: "It's fine to be under the control of Meng girl, but now you even control me. If it weren't for the delicious food you made, I would really I don't know what will happen in the future!"

At this time, Yang Song discovered that Grandpa Meng was also a person who had eaten a lot of good things, but his fried rice noodles were all made of excellent ingredients, and as long as his tongue was a little tricky, he could taste them, but now Meng Grandpa didn't eat it all, but thought it was delicious, which proved Yang Song's guess.

It’s one kind of person who thinks it’s good or not, and another kind of person who can taste the ingredients, and another kind of person who can tell whether the ingredients are good or bad, and the last one is the most powerful, such as yourself, and It's that old man.

According to Wang Lao's character, he shouldn't let that young man yell at him, but why doesn't he care at all?

Unable to figure this out, Yang Song began to frown slightly. Grandpa Meng saw it and asked with a smile, "What's the matter? Xiao Yang, is there anything bothering you?"

"It can't be regarded as an annoying thing!" Yang Song shook his head, shook off these messy thoughts, and said with a smile: "It's just that I met some annoying people, and it has been resolved!"

Grandpa Meng nodded in agreement. When he was young, he also went out to work hard, and he would always meet some messy people. Yang Song was doing open-door business, and he would definitely meet some people he didn't want to meet.

"Okay, it's getting late, you should go to bed early! Don't think too much, if you encounter something that you can't solve in the future, you might as well ask me, the old man!" Grandpa Meng took a sip of liquor, stood up, and beat A yawn, it looks like the old man is sleepy too!

"Okay, go to bed early!"

"Understood! You brat is long-winded!"

"hey-hey!"

Two days later, Yang Song is now setting up a stall at noon or night, mainly for fried rice noodles, which is better to eat at noon or at night.

Or it's supper, just kidding, Yang Song doesn't want to set up a lively supper stall that starts at ten o'clock. At eleven or twelve o'clock, Yang Song is so sleepy that he can get them something to eat?Forget it, the dog's life matters!
That day, when Yang Song set up his stall at night, the time was up. He told the people behind him that the time was up, apologized, and sat on a chair to watch the last group of people eat the last food.

Now the skewers are limited to one hundred skewers per item, and the fried rice noodles are available in unlimited quantities, but each person is limited to one serving. In two hours, there are at most dozens of servings. The skewers are sold very quickly, and they have been sold in more than an hour. clean up.

"By the way, boss, why don't you participate in the Los Angeles Cooking Competition?"

(End of this chapter)