1268: C1268 I Don't Understand

C1268 I Don't Understand

"What do you mean?"

Situ Qing said: "What I mean is that Brother Song's ability to cut silk is definitely not at this level."

It should be good words, but I keep feeling that the taste isn't right.

"Young man, tell me clearly, what exactly is going on?"

Dudian took out his phone and played the video: "Brother Song can cut the tofu into pieces. Do you see that? He can even evenly cut the tofu that is one meter long and wide. This is the legendary Wensi Tofu and the Embroidered Sphere Tofu."

The video was played. Everyone was very familiar with Yang Soong's hand and the knife in his hand.

"He really can cut tofu..."

"He cut it beautifully!"

"Are you for real? Let me take a look."

"Show me too."

"It's my turn!"

A phone was sent from this side and back from that side.

"Brother, didn't they think about searching for it themselves?"

"The atmosphere is here."

No one expected this.

After Yang Soong finished cutting the radish, he suddenly realized something was not right.

The audience outside the stadium had all woken up. They looked at him with burning eyes.

"What's going on?"

He had not slept well all night. Shouldn't he be in a daze and listless state now?

Why was everyone's gaze so strange?

'It looks like I can pounce over and kiss me at any time! ' Yang Soong felt a chill run down his spine when he thought of this. He quickly shook his head and shook it off. Impossible, absolutely impossible. It must be an illusion. I like beautiful, lovely, charming, and enchanting young ladies.

Most of the people who could stay at the scene were men.

"Could it be that I'm too tired and have an illusion?" Yang Soong immediately closed his eyes and opened them again.

The crowd's gaze seemed to be more urgent.

Yang Soong shook his head again and closed his eyes before opening them again.

This time, he saw that someone was already clenching their fists and was about to rush over.

'Why? What's going on with everyone? Could it be a sleepwalk?

Yang Soong missed the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion once again. He missed the queuing committee and his ex-fiancée.

With them around, Yang Soong had always been safe.

I'm not afraid of being threatened by force, but if it's seduction, it's seduction from a group of people...

Yang Soong didn't dare to think any further. All of this was too terrifying.

"Fake, it's fake. It must be fake. I'd better cook well."

Yang Soong quickly marinated the radish and cut the ham and mixed the broccoli.

Then he kneaded the dough and made sesame sesame sesame seed cake.

With the stove, Yang Soong made the sesame seed cake very quickly.

Ozawa didn't want to see Yang Soong, nor did he want to care about Yang Soong. However, Yang Soong's actions made him have to pay attention to whether he cared or not.

"What exactly are you doing?"

There was no need to use shredded radish to make Buddha Jumping Wall, much less sesame sesame sesame cakes and ham mixed with broccoli.

You just made it, and you even made so much, just like a big pot of rice.

Nozawa said, "Do you want to bribe the judges?"

Yang Soong looked at him in surprise. Then, he did not want to say anything more to Nozawa Ichiro.

After a few experiences, Yang Soong also realized that he should not argue with Nozawa Ichiro. Otherwise, he would be pestered and never stop.

'Ignore me? ' Nozawa widened his eyes. "Are you looking down on me?"

Yang Soong continued to make sesame seed cakes.

"Did I guess what you were thinking?"

Yang Soong cut a few more green peppers to make some chili oil.

"What are you doing? Let me tell you, you will definitely lose this time, do you know that?"

No matter how much you say, Yang Soong was still as firm as a mountain.

However, Yang Soong still underestimated Nozawa Ichiro's persistence.

This guy could really turn into a recorder and play continuously.

"What exactly are you trying to do?"

"Don't tell me you want to win by surprise and use all those ingredients to jump over the wall? Will it really taste good?"

"I think you're lying to me."

"It must be fake."

"What exactly are you trying to do? "

Yang Soong did not want to do anything. He put away the last pot of sesame seed cake.

He picked some shredded radish, poured some oil on the chili, and mixed ham with broccoli on the plate.

He picked up a sesame seed cake and sat down to eat.

He started eating?

Why did he start eating?

Was he making Buddha Jumping the Wall?

He was in the middle of a competition.

It was a serious matter, and it was quite important.

He was in the middle of a competition with He Guo, who had been living a good life.

Yang Soong first went to sleep, and now he even ate.

There were three more dishes.

Before eating, he also cooked radio gymnastics.

If he wanted to evaluate which chef had the most comfortable life in the culinary competition, he would definitely be the undisputed champion.

There was no doubt about it.

The sesame sesame seed cake that had just been cooked had a soft exterior and a tough interior. The sesame fragrance was wrapped in the fragrance of flour. Every bite of the sesame seed cake would leave slag behind.

The radish itself was rich in juice, and it was crisp, sweet, and slightly spicy. After Yang Soong's seasoning, it was sour, spicy, and delicious. It was a divine tool for cooking.

The ham was stir-fried very lightly with the broccoli. The taste of the ham was unique. The fragrance of the wine lingered in the aftertaste. The broccoli was crisp and tender, and a mouthful of spicy oil was poured over the chili.

That taste was really too good.

"Chef Yang made three dishes."

"It's quite sumptuous, but they all say three dishes and one soup. It seems like there's only one soup left."

Yang Soong ate comfortably, but the onlookers did not think so.

They were all people who had not eaten breakfast for the whole night. Who could bear to eat face to face at this moment?

Furthermore, although the dishes Yang Soong cooked were very common, the fragrance was really too tempting.

They were really hungry.

Someone's stomach started to growl.

Gululu...

Gululu! Gululu!

Wu Chuang was really too embarrassed to see anyone. He went back to see his parents and thought that there was nothing else he could do, so he simply came over to watch Yang Soong's competition.

He even watched it for the whole night.

He ate too well in the spatial zone in time. Suddenly, he was hungry, and Wu Chuang could not take it anymore.

Among the group of people, his stomach was especially loud and loud. It was especially long, and the lingering sound lingered in the air.

Wu Chuang hid in the corner of the wall and covered his face. I really don't have the face to see anyone.

Ever since he abandoned evil and followed good, he knew more and more about shame.

Only then did Yang Soong raise his head in surprise. "You haven't eaten yet?"

He thought that everyone had eaten quietly. After all, there was breakfast street not far away.

He should have noticed it long ago, but Yang Soong did not dare to look at the crowd again. He hid from them.2

That was why there were these misunderstandings.

"Then treat everyone to a simple meal to deal with their stomachs." Yang Soong raised his hand and the entire family of the high-speed rail immediately stepped out, including Wu Chuang.

They were in charge of distributing the dishes and sesame cakes.

Yang Soong had made a lot of them anyway, and it was enough for everyone to fill their stomachs.

When the group of people got their food, someone remembered to ask, "Chef Yang, why are you cooking these dishes?"

"Don't let us eat them. Are you delaying your own business?"

"You're not planning to eat them yourself, are you?"

"We ate it, and you're still full?"

Yang Soong was speechless."

The food he just made was at least two to three hundred kilograms. That was simply not a person's appetite.

Why did he ask such a question?

The person who asked the question was still eagerly waiting. It seemed that if he did not answer, he would not eat.

"Chef Yang, we can't starve you. You have to win glory for us."

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