NovelBonte Chapter 1012
Chapter 1012
Chapter 1012
The translator's face was stiff. He took such a small fee to carry out such high-intensity and high-intensity translation in hot weather, because the old boy from Heguo wrote emails to Chef Yang in Heguo language.
In the end, I blame people for not reading or replying to his letter.
The translator was a college student named Du Yu, who almost fainted.
Ashikaga Kenjiro poured himself a glass of water, moistened his throat, and wanted to attack again.
Du Yu stared at Ashikaga Kenjiro coldly: "Can you speak Chinese?"
"No, if I can, why would I use your trash?"
"Chef Yang doesn't understand He Mandarin either."
"Of course I know."
Du Yu: "You know, what language do you use to write emails when you are riding a horse? Are you funny?"
We can't let Yang Song hire a translator just to understand the old boy's email.
Ashikaga Kenjiro was stunned, obviously, he didn't expect this possibility.
"Perhaps, he should learn He Guoyu."
The translation revealed the contempt of the king: "A loser, especially a loser who has lost three games in a row, has the face to say this?"
Who is going to beg for nothing to be an apprentice?
Yang Song sent Du Yu a red envelope of 100 yuan: "Tell him for me that the first prerequisite for my apprenticeship is to be able to cut tofu into shreds. Ask him if he can do it."
Du Yu quickly translated.
Ashikaga Kenjiro clutched his heart: "In the entire China, no, in the entire world, there are not many people who can shred tofu."
Yang Song said: "Not many people are qualified to be my apprentices."
"As far as I know, in the whole of China, you are the only one who can shred tofu."
"Sitting in Guantian, I know that there are many chefs who can shred tofu." Yang Song said again: "You are too stupid, and you are so self-righteous. You really can't be my apprentice, so don't come here in the future."
He really didn't want to waste time.
Ashikaga Kenjiro walked away in a daze, and he kept muttering: "Impossible, impossible, cutting tofu into shreds surprises the gods and ghosts. One Yang Song is already amazing, how could there be more?"
Du Yu clicked on the small video: "There are really many. The Wensi tofu dish is very famous in China. Many chefs like to make this dish. There are many who can shred the tofu, but they can cut it well. Not many are as exquisite as Chef Yang."
Yang Song cut the tofu into shreds and put it into the water, as if the golden silk chrysanthemum was blooming, layer upon layer, the same.
From that day on, Ashikaga Kenjiro still popped up next to Yang Song in various forms.
Sometimes it's voice, sometimes it's email, sometimes it's in person.
He started to learn Huaxia, although he spoke nondescript.
Yang Song still had a headache, so he simply ran back to his hometown ahead of time, which can be regarded as hiding from Kenjiro Ashikaga.
"When I go back, he shouldn't appear again, right?"
Chen Ming silently took out his mobile phone and opened a certain blog: "This old boy has followed all our surroundings, and his Chinese language is getting smoother and smoother."
"He even wrote poems for you. Looking up at the moon and looking down at Chef Yang, he also hopes that you will give me a silk handkerchief. He thinks about you horizontally and vertically, and thinks about you thousands of times every night..."
Yang Song took something casually and stuffed it into Chen Ming's mouth: "Stop talking."
He's about to throw up.
"Chef Sun's dishes are ready!" Liu Eryang yelled loudly, afraid that Yang Song wouldn't hear him.
Xu Xiaomei held the dishes, sent them to the big table, pushed Yang Song's dishes away, and occupied the C seat.
"This is Chef Yang's special dish Baorou!"
Pork-packed meat is a dish in the Northeast, and it is very popular throughout China.
"Dad, try it quickly!" Xu Xiaomei held Lao Xu's chopsticks, and called the others to eat.
"Delicious!" Xu's little grandson ate happily.
Xu Xiaomei immediately said: "Of course, this is the chef invited by my aunt. He is not a muddy leg. He probably has never even heard of pot-packed meat."
Stepping on Yang Song is very addictive: "Xiaosong, come on, you have a taste too."
Chen Ming wanted to curse, but was stopped by Yang Song.
"Brother Song, let me taste it first. You have a precious tongue, so you can't eat everything." Chen Ming gave Yang Song face, and he didn't curse or say anything nice.
He picked up his chopsticks and took a bite.
"Hmph, haven't you eaten anything good, have you?" This is the second time Xu Xiaomei detests Chen Mingqiong.
"Bah!" Chen Ming took a bite, but he didn't bite into the meat, and his mouth was full of gorgon powder, "This thing hurts the teeth, it's so thick with starch, it's not crispy at all, it's full of oil, and this sugar juice, it doesn't cost money. , Desperately pouring it, it's so unpalatable!"
Xu Xiaomei's face was ugly: "Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand!"
Everyone in her family said it was delicious.
"If you can't do it yourself, you still have to pour dirty water on Chef Sun's head. People like you will be beaten to death in big cities!"
Chen Ming, who has lived in a big city for more than 20 years: ...
Yang Song, who has lived in a big city for a few years: ...
"Do you have any misunderstandings about big cities?"
"Mud legs!" Xu Xiaomei, as the first member of the Xu family to enter the county, has always stood up straight.
"Xiaomei, what nonsense are you talking about?" Old Xu was the first to refuse, "Our whole family has mud legs, so you're clean?"
The old man originally didn't intend to talk too much, he wanted to get along with him.
"Dad, why are you helping outsiders? He's not as skilled as Chef Sun, and he finds a babysitter to spray shit all over his mouth!" Sun Xiaomei was not convinced.
Old Xu said: "Who said Xiaosong's craftsmanship is not good? Try it yourself."
Yang Song didn't cook pot-packed pork, but sweet and sour pork, all of which were sweet.
The sweet and sour pork tasted sweet and sour, not greasy at all, the plate was empty long ago, Lao Xu quietly hid two chopsticks, intending to chew carefully, this time just happened to let Xu Xiaomei taste it.
This ignorant and embarrassing dead girl.
Xu Xiaomei ate it reluctantly, and instantly opened her eyes wide.
The sweet and sour pork has been cooked for a while, and it is a bit cold. Because of the hot weather, it is a bit warm to eat now. It is still crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, sweet and sour, making people want to eat it again.
Reluctantly, Xu Xiaomei picked up another pot of meat with chopsticks. As soon as she put it in her mouth, she felt like throwing up. This thing ruined the aftertaste of sweet and sour pork in her mouth.
She held back with difficulty, and pretended to be coercive, so she could only die with a stubborn mouth.
"Everyone has different tastes. Don't the children at home like Chef Sun's dishes more?"
A few little radish heads who were eating happily with their bowls were called by the adults.
Chen Ming had the expression of a big bad wolf coaxing Little Red Riding Hood: "Come on, tell uncle, which dish is your favorite on the table?"
"Whoever remembers the best, uncle will ask the chef to make another plate for him!"
The little radishheads are still naive and scrambling for the first place:
"Sweet and sour pork! Brother Yang Song made sweet and sour pork!"
"Chicken leg, big chicken leg, brother Yang Song's big chicken leg."
"Elbow, Brother Yang Song's elbow is the best!"
"They said it was delicious!"
……
No one said that the pot is wrapped in meat.
Xu Xiaomei was in a hurry: "Didn't you say that the pot of meat is delicious?"
Little radish heads: "It's delicious."
"Then do you like Yang Song's, or Uncle Sun's? Uncle Sun cooks your favorite pot-packed meat."
"I like brother Yang Song!"
Xu Xiaomei almost fell down: "Then why do you still say that the pot of meat is delicious?"
"Because it's sweet, like sugar!"
"Brother Yang Song makes the best sweet and sour pork!"
"Brother Yang Song looks good!"
……
There are various reasons, but Chef Sun seems to lose more than his culinary skills.
(End of this chapter)