913: C913 Do You Eat Dumplings

C913 Do You Eat Dumplings

It's really not easy to make dumplings.

How much oil was put in the pot and how much egg fluid was needed to be put in the pot? How was it to solidify the egg liquid into a complete and smooth round shape in the pot? It was not to cause the skin of the egg to be damaged. If the stuffing was put in, how could it be turned over so that the dumplings could take shape?

These were not easy things to do. It was impossible to succeed just by listening to it.

Making the dumplings required a lot of skill.

The skin of the egg was soft and tender. There was even a little bit of candied egg liquid. This was the requirement of the texture and also the persistence to pursue the taste. However, this also determined that the skin of the egg could be blown apart.

The most perfect dumplings had to have the skin of the egg that could be blown away.

The egg dumplings were the beauties that needed to be piled up by golden jade.

The first egg dumpling that Yang Soong made was a success. There was no need to flip the car.

"Brother Song, is this really your first time making egg dumplings?"

"Yes, so it wasn't very successful." Yang Soong was a little disgusted. He found a special plate and put down the dumplings.

The second one was more skilled than the first one. After Yang Soong made it, he sighed. "I collected it two seconds earlier."

He was still not satisfied and put it aside.

At the third place, At the same time, he started to speed up.

He fried three dumplings at the same time.

The people lining up outside the door were all shocked.

"I know this dumplings. Didn't you say that the best housewife can only cook one at a time?"

"Brother Song is doing three at the same time."

"If you are not careful, you will get old."

"It's also possible that you might accidentally poke it."

Yang Soong started filling the dumplings.

The skin of the dumplings was very thin and tender. If one was not careful, the skin might be damaged by the dumplings.

Many chefs used their hands to ensure success.

"Brother Song, fill two filling at the same time."

Yang Soong used his left hand and his right hand to put the inner filling into the heart of the egg. He picked up and flipped the chopsticks at the same time and pressed lightly.

"Did it work?"

"It really worked."

Yang Soong turned the dumplings over with one hand and filled the third one with the other.

"Three dumplings, done!"

"This is obviously a difficult move."

"Brother Song is performing a high-difficulty multiplied by three."

Yang Soong didn't show any emotion on his face when he saw everyone's thunder-like surprise.

However, he was very happy in his heart.

"Of course there are three of them. I am the future Master Chef. What does it look like to wrap an egg dumpling like a mortal?"

Divine Immortal was the existence that created legends.

"Wait a minute. What do you guys think Brother Song is doing?"

Yang Soong used both of his hands this time and poured the egg skin twice.

"One, two, three, four!"

"Four egg skins, so three are not Brother Song's ceiling?"

"Are they still human?"

There were also customers who didn't know the truth and sneered. "What are you showing off for? If you flip over later, you will suffer."

"What a joke. Why is a chef showing off?"

"Can't you just cook in peace?"

"Nowadays, some people just like to look for a sense of presence."

The one who spoke was Obasan, who had a lot to say, and he was the auntie.

These three aunties were dressed quite fashionable. They were white collars from the office building not far away. However, they claimed to be gold collars.

The three of them directly smashed their eyes on the top of their heads, looking at people. No, they never looked at people.

They even carved a sentence on their heads: I am the leader!

Oppasson liked to talk about people's problems when he was gathered together.

People were more sensitive to other people's malice.

The three of them thought that they would take the initiative to cause trouble for the chef. The people around them would join them and scold them.

Usually, they relied on their ability to stir up all kinds of lawsuits between their colleagues in the company.

There was nothing to lose.

It seemed to be too simple to talk nonsense. There was almost no cost. The effect of destroying others would be immediate when the time came.

This time, they had picked the wrong person.

Yang Soong had heard it long ago with his excellent hearing. He did not plan to talk to those long-tongued women who had nothing to do.

"Madam, you are insulting Brother Song. I can sue you." The lawyer, Meng Wan, did not give up on defending Yang Soong.

"Can you guys have some manners?"

"Brother Song is really capable. If you don't want to eat it, you can choose not to eat it. You don't have to say such harsh words," Meng Wan said.

"Don't insult Brother Song!"

Yang Soong did not care, but it did not mean that the diners who loved delicious food did not care.

Everyone worked hard and queued up seriously.0

From the moment they saw the Hundred Wind Pavilion and Brother Song who was busy everyday, their mood was greatly relaxed. They thought about the dishes they wanted to eat later, and from the moment they lined up, they already felt happy.

The city gave many people a chance to survive and develop, and it also gave a lot of pressure.

Everyone lived a tight life every day. Because they were busy, they did not have much time to interact with each other.

The circle of life was very small, and gradually, they did not make friends anymore.

Everyone lived a lonely and busy life.

However, when they arrived at the Hundred Wind Pavilion and successfully queued up, everyone couldn't help but chat.

"The fiery bamboo rat that I ate yesterday was really delicious!"

"Brother Song is simply a genius barbeque genius. A mouthful of wine and a mouthful of barbeque. He lives like a god."

"The day before yesterday, I paid my salary and ate the sweet and sour fish that I can't forget. These two days, even in my dreams, it was sweet. Today, I was very lucky to have a conversation with the goddess."

"I prefer the Egg Fried Rice cooked by Brother Song. This makes me feel like I have cooked a bowl of gold every time!"

"You're here again today? Do you want to eat a roasted chicken?"

"Bro, how about we eat roast duck together?"

...

Hundred Wind Pavilion had turned strangers into friends in the city. When they arrived here, they forgot to be lazy. They took off their nervous coats and greeted them like they were old friends.

They gathered together to eat and drink. From time to time, they could even have a table, talk about food, and joke. There were also people who gathered together to drink and confess to each other. There were also people who cried as they ate and drank.

Food was the best way to awaken the seven emotions and six desires that people hid in their hearts.

Yang Soong's food was the reason why it was so desirable.

"Of course it's because Brother Song is very sincere. We can all eat it from the food."

The Hundred Wind Pavilion was a piece of pure land for many customers.

They absolutely wouldn't allow anything to happen in this piece of pure land.

"I can't stand Brother Song. You can leave. Don't insult him."

The customers really wanted to throw these three Obasan out of the food street and let Brother Four bite them.

They didn't want to trouble Yang Soong, so they could only patiently reason with him.

In the end, the diners were willing to reason with him. The three Obasan yelled at the top of their lungs, obviously trying to cause trouble.

"What kind of humiliation is that? Isn't he just a lousy chef? It's easy for me to come to this lousy restaurant to eat!"

We customers are the gods of your Brother Song. We are his parents. We are all his parents. What does it matter if we teach our children a lesson? "

"Do you know who we are? We came here for a meal. We ordered a lot of dishes. Are you jealous?"

"The boss didn't say anything. What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Be careful. We really don't want to eat anymore. The boss is crying."

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