Super Cookery System

When it comes to cooking, that kid is definitely not good. He said that. If you can't make a squirrel mandarin fish, it must be an embroidered pillow!

At this moment, an advertisement suddenly appeared on the TV.

"The Los Angeles Kitchen God Trial is about to begin! Registration ends in one week!"

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

"Grandpa, grandson remembered! I'll go back to Suzhou and Hangzhou tomorrow, don't let grandpa bother!"

When Mr. Wang didn't notice what was on the TV, he just nodded, and he really changed his head as his grandson!

After Yang Song closed his stall, when he returned home, the living room was quiet and quiet. It seemed that Meng Shihan was already asleep, and he was driving again today, so he was tired!

It’s already more than ten o’clock. After closing the stall today, Yang Song went to various night snack stalls to taste it. I don’t know if it was broken by the system. Yang Song is used to eating and eating after closing the stall, mainly depending on the time of the stall. .

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

Just came to the roof garden, but unexpectedly saw a person in the pavilion, it was Meng Lao who had not seen for a long time!

"Grandpa Meng, are you back?" Yang Song was a little surprised, Meng has been gone for a long time! I heard that I went out with Sun Lao to participate in some national chess competition!

Old Meng didn't expect this point. Yang Song hadn't slept yet. If he had gone to bed at this point before, a hip flask and a small plate of peanuts were placed in front of him.

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

Although 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 have just traveled in the past.

"That's right!" Yang Song suddenly remembered his fried rice noodles, Mr. Meng hasn't tasted it yet, "Grandpa Meng, the kid just studied a new thing, fried rice noodles, would you like to try it?"

"Fried rice noodles? That's a good feeling! Drinking is a bit boring, hurry up and try it! You are really hungry when you say this!"

Lao Meng placed peanuts in front of him for wine, but it was inevitably monotonous. If there was a bowl of warm fried rice noodles, it would be comfortable!

With the new things Yang Song proposed, it will taste very good! So Meng Lao felt like he couldn't help thinking about it!

Yang Song nodded, trot to the kitchen, fry a bowl of fried rice noodles with the smallest movement, put it up and put it in front of Lao Meng.

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

In the face of all kinds of diners, no matter how delicious they are, no matter how great their praise, Yang Song just smiled faintly, his expression is very indifferent! It makes people feel that this is the case for masters, and all the praise should be calm and gentle.

After taking a bite of fried rice noodles, Grandpa Meng's eyes lit up! I don’t care about Yang Song any more, I forget to drink even the wine, but eat up a bowl of fried rice noodles quickly!

"Xiao Yang! This fried rice noodle is too little! Let's have another bowl!" After Grandpa Meng finished eating, he handed the table and chopsticks to Yang Song, motioning for another bowl.

Yang Song smiled and shook his head, and rejected Grandpa Meng, "No! Although this fried rice noodle is delicious, it is always something that is not easy to digest. Eating too much at once is bad for the stomach, especially for elderly people like you. Just taste it, just eat more!"

This is really not Yang Song's stingy. Now that he makes so much money, I can make a little bit of it for relatives and friends. What's so stingy. It's just rice noodles. It is really not suitable to eat too much. Especially for the elderly, the gastrointestinal function has degraded a little and eats more , Easy 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 in charge of the girl Meng. Now even you are in charge of me. If it wasn't for the delicious food you made, I would really I don't know what it will become in the future!"

At this time, Yang Song found out that Grandpa Meng was also a person who had eaten a lot of good things. However, all his fried rice noodles were made with excellent ingredients. As long as he had a little tongue, he could taste it, 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 that it’s good or not, and the one who eats the ingredients is another kind of people, and the one who eats the ingredients is good or bad, and it’s another kind of person. It's the old man.

According to Wang's personality before, he probably wouldn't let that young man yell at himself, but why didn't he care at all?

I couldn't figure this out, Yang Song's face began to frown slightly. Grandpa Meng saw it and smiled and asked, "What's wrong? Xiao Yang, is there anything upsetting?"

"It can't be regarded as an annoying thing, right!" Yang Song shook his head, put aside these messy thoughts, and smiled: "I just met some irritable people, and it has been resolved!"

Grandpa Meng nodded approvingly. When he was young, he was also a person who went out to work hard. He would always meet some messy people. Yang Song was doing an open business, and he would definitely meet some people who he didn't want to meet.

"Okay, it's getting late, you should rest early! Don't think too much, if you encounter something that can't be solved in the future, you might as well ask me this old man!" Grandpa Meng took a sip of the liquor, stood up, and hit A yawn, it seems that the old man is also sleepy!

"Okay, you rest early!"

"Got it! You guys are long-winded!"

"Hey!"

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Two days later, Yang Song now specializes in setting up a stall at noon or evening, mainly fried rice noodles. It is better to eat at noon or evening.

Either it was supper, just kidding, Yang Song didn't want to set up the lively night snack stall that started at ten o'clock. At eleven or twelve o'clock, Yang Song was too sleepy, so he would give them food? Forget it, the dog's life matters!

On this day, when Yang Song set up a stall in the evening, the time had come. He told the people behind that the time was up, apologized, and sat on the chair watching the last group of people finish their last things.

At present, each type of skewers is limited to 100 skewers. Fried rice noodles are available in unlimited quantities. However, each person is limited to one. Two hours, at most tens of copies, skewers are fast, and they have been sold in more than an hour. Clean.

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

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