Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 1217

Chapter 1217

Yang Song turned into a domineering president, exporting to Cinderella crazily.

How on earth can you give me an opinion?

How on earth can you accept my glass slipper?

Bald Liu wanted to get up and run away, but now not only his legs were weak, every bone in his body was soft.

Where is the chef here?terrible!

Yang Song is still looking forward to it, this is the opinion he has dreamed of.

Li Hui was dumbfounded watching from the upstairs opposite.

Why is Chef Yang so different?

"Director, something is wrong..."

"Of course I know something's wrong. I've seen chefs asking for praise, but this is the first time someone is so obsessed with asking for opinions. Is this right?"

"It's not that, just look at us!" The boys in the director's team were terrified.

Li Hui finally turned around.

Everyone around is doing homework!

After graduation, Li Hui has not seen so many people doing homework for many years.

Still writing homework so seriously!

A group of people gathered together, some were discussing, some were biting the barrel of a pen, and some were looking up a word they couldn't write with their mobile phone.

"It's been a long time since I wrote."

"Help me think of an adjective. I want a four-character idiom to describe how delicious this dish made by Chef Yang is!"

"How about delicious delicacies?"

"It's a little cultured, it's not an idiom,"

"How about delicacies from mountains and seas, mouth-watering, and endless aftertaste?"

"This one is not bad, words can't express the delicacy of Chef Yang's cooking."

"I need to read more books, otherwise how can I write this little composition in the future?"

……

Li Hui felt that his cognition of adults seemed to be biased, or this was actually a different world: "What are you doing?"

"Write comments to Chef Yang." The speaker scratched his head fiercely.

"I really can't think of any problems! I just think the portion is a bit small."

"Chef Yang said that the portion is okay, let's talk about the taste and texture, even the presentation, but not the portion."

"I can't say why two people have to share the food."

"If you can't write it, Brother Song won't sell it to us next time."

"No matter what, I don't even want to go back to Chef Yang to cook. We can only watch while drooling. Those days were too painful."

"Think about it and edit it."

"Don't copy mine, it's hard to figure it out."

"At the beginning, I really should have studied hard with my Chinese teacher."

"Hey, look at that big brother, the one with the short hair, why is he so good? I'm already writing the second page!"

"I know that person. The writer of novels talks a lot of nonsense. I even chased his novels..."

Li Hui felt that the world was magical.

Not only his side, but the group of people downstairs consciously picked up paper and pens and started to do their homework after eating.

A moment ago, the street was still a group of foodies, but now it is a group of workers.

The scene looked magical at first, but now it looks spectacular.

Li Hui thought for a long time: "Is there another chef who can do this?"

"No."

"Absolutely not." The assistant director said something very reasonable: "My other chefs never thought of such a flamboyant operation."

"Yes."

Even the bald-headed Liu hid beside him and wrote essays.

He didn't know where his cell phone went, and he couldn't look up the words he couldn't write at the moment, so he could only use pinyin.

"Brother, you don't know how to write too many characters, why are they all in pinyin?"

Compositions full of pinyin are even more uncommon.

Yang Song collected the homework according to the head, and moved into the space to watch.

"Daxian'er, save me!" Wu Chuang cried loudly and felt wronged.

"Why do you cry so dizzily every time?" Yang Song put down the box, followed the sound to find it, and backed up seven steps in fright.

Wu Chuang changed into green and red clothes, still a skirt, the fabric was quite economical, his face was smeared red, and he was dancing.

It's still big Yangko.

The little girl stood guard with a whip.

"What happened?" Yang Song felt a little hot.

"Master, I'm cultivating a beautiful relationship between Wu Chuang and the animals." The little girl's voice has been replaced by a lovely loli voice.

"The Great Immortal asked me to raise them, but didn't ask me to dance to make them happy. Who is a human and who is an animal?" Wu Chuang stopped, and the little girl's whip immediately lashed out.

"Wait a while, don't hit people casually, you all take a break first."

Wu Chuang hurried over and hugged Yang Song's thigh and cried, "I'm miserable. Just after you left, the robot rebelled. He kidnapped me from the toilet and stripped me naked. He changed the clothes for me, too. It's scary, I have to wear this dress to dance, and there will be endless Yangko and disco for a while.

After dancing for half an hour, I was forced to drink water. Once I drank water, I was only allowed to go to the toilet once. It was also stipulated that I could only go to the bathroom for 5 minutes each time. Every time I went to the trumpet, I had to go to the tuba. What the hell? If it's a large size, it will feed me, if I don't eat it, it will force it, and it will feed me before it comes out of the toilet! "

Miserable, really too miserable!

Yang Song couldn't bear to hear it: "Don't be in the toilet next time."

"Yes, Master."

Wu Chuang: 'What do I mean? '

"It's very suitable for you to dance big Yangko, but they are used to listening to pigs, calves and lambs?" Yang Song was a little skeptical.

He used to play highbrow music.

The big Yangko is so festive, he really didn't play it much.

"We all like to listen to it." The little girl clicked on the music.

Today is a good day, everything you want can come true, tomorrow is a good day, open the door and welcome the spring breeze...

Sister Song's voice is still so beautiful.

Cut another song.

"It's getting better and better..."

"The big girl is so beautiful, the big girl walks into the clear gauze curtain..."

"Boom, boom, north, south, west, east, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, today is a good start..."

Wu Chuang sat down, couldn't help twisting a few more times, and then broke down and cried loudly: "It ruined me!"

Yang Song quickly asked the little girl to turn off the music.

"It's really overdone!"

Wu Chuang nodded immediately.

"You also have a talent for dancing."

Wu Chuang was speechless and burst into tears. The tears and two noodles hung on his face from time to time, which was funny and sad.

Yang Song really found that the animals raised in the backyard liked festive songs far more than elegant ones.

"Sure enough, they are very down-to-earth. In the future, I will change the style of music so that they can grow well if they are in a good mood."

Only when it looks good can it taste good.

Livestock must be guaranteed a happy life before they become food.

This is Yang Song's persistence as a chef.

Wu Chuang was already unable to support him.

The little girl said: "While listening to the song and enjoying the dance, the animals are happier, their appetites are stronger, and they are more willing to dance to the music. The more they move, the better their flesh will grow."

The most fearful thing about domestic animals in captivity is that they are lazy all day long and do not move at all. This way, there is too much fat and oil, which will affect the taste of food after being made into food.

(End of this chapter)