Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 1066

Chapter 1066

Nozawa Soraaki returned to the hotel very frustrated, and met the same depressed Nozawa Kazuo.

"Hello, Grandpa." He was about to go back to his room in a dejected mood, and complained that he would have to order room service to deliver food to his door later.

"What's the matter with you? Didn't you go to Baifeng Pavilion for breakfast?" Kazuo Nozawa was very angry because he was driven away by Yang Song and couldn't eat there for the past year, and vowed to take this as a shame in his life and never plan to Take it out and tell anyone.

He used money to successfully silence his grandson.

If no one mentioned it, then the fact that he was driven away by Yang Song is not ashamed, and it can be completely regarded as never happened.

After he defeated Yang Song, the matter of being expelled by Yang Song would not be mentioned. Even if he mentioned it, he could deny it.

How could the winning side care about the past of the loser?

It's just a pity that I can no longer spy on the enemy.

He definitely didn't want to eat the dishes made by Yang Song.

Kazuo Nozawa can't eat it, but Soraaki Nozawa can.

Grandpa can't be jealous of grandson, grandpa can be quietly dissatisfied in his heart.

Despite this, Kazuo Nozawa still came to his grandson on time for every meal to spy on the enemy.

"What breakfast did that Yang Song make again today?" He couldn't help but sneer: "It can't be that kind of desperate breakfast again?"

He despises soy milk, fried dough sticks, tea and eggs.

Kazuo Nozawa looked down upon his grandson when he came back to brag about the deliciousness of the common people's breakfast.

"It's just some low-level food that can't be put on the table. As the grandson of my Nozawa Kazuo and the heir of my Nozawa family, you are so knowledgeable and fooled by such a shallow breakfast. It really makes me sad."

"But grandpa, the deep-fried dough sticks he fried are more delicious than yours, and the soy milk he made is more fragrant, silky and sweet than yours."

The grandson was bragging, but Kazuo Nozawa naturally didn't believe it, and said, "What about the pickles and tea eggs?"

Pickled vegetables also play a very important role in He Guo’s food culture. They have a lot of pickled vegetable rice balls, and the famous kaiseki cuisine is a masterpiece.

As for tea eggs, this food is absolutely loved by temples and rivers and lakes alike.

Jianghu, that is, the tea eggs boiled by ordinary people, some are simply boiled with spiced aniseed ingredients, or boiled with cheap tea leaves, which taste more delicious than boiled eggs, but inferior tea leaves are astringent.

There are cheap ways to eat tea eggs, and expensive ways to eat them.

The best tea eggs need to be boiled with the best eggs, the best tea leaves, and even the best water.

Eggs must be of the best breed of chickens. Free-range chickens must be raised. This kind of chickens must grow up on pure natural and pollution-free grasslands or mountains. They eat insects and fruits when they are hungry, and drink dew or mountain spring water when they are thirsty.

They even have to listen to music regularly, and there are special people who pay attention to their physical and mental health.

Live much better than some 996 social animals.

Don't mention 007, 007 is not worthy of chicken.

As for the tea leaves, at least the first spring shoots of 30-year-old tea trees must be picked before the Ching Ming Festival.

Kazuo Nozawa is very proud: "Our country has a century-old tea tree, and the Nozawa family can receive three catties of spring tea every year. Only tea eggs boiled from century-old tea trees are worthy of being called tea eggs."

"There is also holy water. There is holy spring water hidden in the temples of our country, which is the best water source in Asia."

Secondary illness can be found everywhere.

Nozawa Kaito sighed again: "But grandpa, Yang Song's tea eggs are better than yours."

"How is it possible?" Kazuo Nozawa had a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat, feeling extremely uncomfortable: "You only ate my boiled tea eggs three years ago, and you forgot the taste long ago."

"But grandpa, all the delicacies I ate in Baifeng Pavilion, it can give me one of the best mutton skewers, beef skewers, noodles in clear soup, peeing beef balls..."

Yang Song has something to say: As long as they can be on the menu of my Baifeng Pavilion, there are no simple roles.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Kazuo Nozawa stormed away for a while, and said, "Then have you ever eaten sashimi made by Yang Song?"

"No, there is no Yusheng on the menu of Baifeng Pavilion."

Only then did Kazuo Nozawa heave a sigh of relief: "That's good. According to the intelligence, Yang Song is not good at it, and it seems true that he can't even cook fish."

As long as he can win, he will definitely not be limited to stealing Yang Song's recipe for a meal.

"I must get all the recipes of Baifeng Pavilion and know all the secrets of Yang Song!"

Nozawa Soraaki was a little confused: "Grandpa, don't you want to subdue Yang Song, make him fear and admire your strength, take him back to He Country, and become your disciple?"

"That's what I think!" Kazuo Nozawa changed his mind: "Yang Song is undoubtedly the best of the young generation of chefs in China. I must convince him to let him go with me to He Guo and set out all his tricks. The recipe, and then he will be thrown away severely."

"Chinese food has been proud of the world for too long, and it's our turn to be the champion!"

Ding dong ding dong, the doorbell rang, and the waiter brought a rich breakfast.

"Why do you have breakfast at this time?" Kazuo Nozawa was suddenly overjoyed: "Is it because Yang Song is already at the end of his skills? He couldn't make a delicious breakfast, and you thought it was too unpalatable, so he turned the table and came back."

Really good at making up stories.

"It's not." Nozawa Soraaki broke his grandpa's beautiful fantasy: "Actually, it's because there were too many people queuing up this morning, and I didn't get a numbered ticket."

I didn't come back until I couldn't eat.

"Why, why, why?" Kazuo Nozawa ran wild, "What the hell did that Yang Song do? Why did diners line up for breakfast so early? Those are just ordinary civilian breakfasts. What are they doing? "

"Because it's delicious, because it's delicious." Nozawa Soraaki continued to make up the knife.

"Could it be that he made some weird food again? Or did he make some legendary delicacies, relying on famous dishes to attract attention?"

"No." Nozawa Sora said: "Brother Song made crock pot stew yesterday, there are six kinds of soup, everyone can only drink one, and everyone wants to drink the remaining five, Brother Song made and Same breakfast as yesterday."

Nozawa Soraaki even took photos of the scene to show to his grandfather.

In fact, there is no need for photos, just find a short video website to browse casually, you can easily find relevant content, and there is also a live broadcast, which is more comprehensive, timely, rapid and accurate.

Kazuo Nozawa felt that there was something wrong with his cognition:

"It's just stewed soup in a crock pot. It's a soup without any difficulty. It's as ordinary as sand on the road. Why is it so popular?"

He tried his best to find reasons for himself, but he refused to admit Yang Song's excellence.

"Could it be that people from Los Angeles haven't even tasted stewed soup in crock pots? That's why they're so surprised?"

Nozawa Kaito took out his mobile phone and searched for a group: "There are 68 crock pot stew stores in Los Angeles, and 32 of them are not small."

Which means LA folks are no strangers to crock pot stew.

"Grandpa, there is a crock pot of stew downstairs in our hotel."

The knife was so good that my grandfather didn't have time to heal his wounds.

(End of this chapter)