C7 Take Me as a Disciple

Finally, the gluten was done roasting. Yang Song picked up a skewer and placed it in front of Chen Ming, saying indifferently, "Taste it!" This is all about you

The ingredients I bought, I roasted! "

Looking at the roasting gluten, which was steaming hot, Chen Ming could not hold it in any longer. He stuffed it directly into his mouth! As he ate, he also shouted out!

"This is the smell! My God! Delicious! I'm about to cry! Boss! Twenty strings! Not a single one less! "Pack, pack, pack!"

When the other customers saw this, they could not hold it in any longer and all started to shout out that they wanted to buy the toasted gluten!

The hawker at the side was on the verge of tears. He was finished. He originally wanted to suppress Yang Song, but what happened? This made his name even more famous!

The expression on the Ye family's old patriarch's face began to change from Chen Ming's first bite. It became darker and darker. He didn't think that this brat would really be able to make an identical toasted dough.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Ye Chonglou was prepared to slip away quietly, but he suddenly heard Yang Song's cold voice.

"Lordmaster Ye, where are you going?" Have you forgotten to apologize? "

Hearing this, Old Mr. Ye's face immediately changed. He had an indescribable feeling, but because of Yang Song's words, everyone looked at him with a playful smile.

"Kid, didn't you just make a toasted gluten that was better than most people?" If I were to go on stage and make the kebabs, I'd definitely taste much better than your blackened thing! "

Old Mr. Ye's face was a little red now, but he still said those words, causing Yang Song to sneer in his heart. He moved out of the way and said indifferently, "That's great. Since all the ingredients are here, why don't you give it a try, Mr. Ye?"

"This …"

Why didn't this brat play according to the rules? Old Mr. Ye's face was as dark as coal, but he still didn't feel it. He was just about to find an excuse, but suddenly, the crowd started to heckle him.

"What's wrong? This old man doesn't dare anymore, right? "

"How would he dare? This is the so-called reincarnation of the barbell, the barbed essence!"

"Look at him, he's white and fat. Where would he know how to cook?"

"That's right, let's hurry up and go home! If it's high blood pressure, then it's not good! "

Hearing these words of ridicule, Mr. Ye finally could not hold it in anymore. He threw the walking stick to Chen Ming and walked towards Yang Song's stall without saying a word.

Chen Ming had never expected things to turn out this way. He had originally wanted to smooth things over, but now it seemed that things were getting out of hand.

Yang Song made way for Old Mr. Ye to rush over. He stood quietly to the side and watched how the so-called Gourmet cooked his food!

Old Mr. Ye rolled up his sleeves, grabbed a few strings of gluten and placed them on top of the charcoal and began to roast them. From time to time, he would pour some seasonings on them.

"As expected, this old mister has some skills. Without this gourmet food system, there's no way to compete with him!" Yang Song heaved a long sigh of relief in his heart. Qing Xin was really lucky.

A few minutes later, Old Mr. Ye had already finished baking the gluten. The yellow surface was still emitting oil and a charming fragrance. If he hadn't eaten Yang Song's gluten before, he would have been completely attracted by this.

"Kid, take a look. This is what you call a perfect barbecued gluten. It has both good color and good fragrance, and it's not as ugly as yours!"

"So what if he's ugly? It won't be long before it's delicious! " Yang Song looked calm and composed as he stood at the side and looked at Mr. Ye.

Old Mr. Ye smiled disdainfully. He picked up a string and placed it in front of Chen Ming, "Try it. I haven't done it myself in many years. You're lucky to have the first string!"

Chen Ming nodded honestly. He grabbed the dough twist and stuffed it into his mouth. The taste was pretty good! However, the prerequisite was that he did not eat Yang Song's toasted gluten. This kind of toasted gluten was definitely a rare delicacy. But now that he had eaten Yang Song's toasted gluten, there were only about four words to describe it.

It tasted like chewing wax!

"This... The taste is pretty good, but … " Chen Ming didn't dare to say it out loud. He just looked at Mr. Ye hesitantly.

A customer who had just eaten a piece of Yang Song's kebab walked up and grabbed a piece of toasted gluten from the stall. This was something that Old Mr. Ye had roasted earlier, so he stuffed it directly into his mouth.

"Let me try. If it's delicious, it's delicious. If it's not delicious, then it's not delicious. Why are you still so shy!"

Half a minute later, the customer was quite honest and shook his head. "This toasted gluten is better than a lot of the boss'! "It's not even half as delicious as the one Boss roasted!"

He was rather polite and didn't say anything unpleasant. However, it was enough to make Old Mr. Ye shocked. He didn't dare to believe it. He picked up a strand of gluten baked by Yang Song and put it in his mouth.

After a long while, he opened his mouth in shock and was unable to close it. Chen Ming was a little worried and asked carefully, "Mr. Ye, are you alright?"

"Delicious!" Old Mr. Ye finally came back to his senses and murmured, "There is such a delicious toasted gluten in this world. I have lived my whole life for nothing!"

Yang Song laughed in his heart. This is only the primary grilled gluten. If it were other people, wouldn't you have been scared to death here? Does this old kid not want to apologize anymore?

He was about to continue apologizing when he saw Old Mr. Ye rush to him and grab his hand. He said excitedly, "Can you tell me this formula?"

Tell you? Everyone else would find it funny when they heard this. Every gourmet restaurant has their own secret recipe. Let me tell you, do they drink the northwest wind?

Old Mr. Ye also felt that it was inappropriate, so he quickly changed his words: "No no no, no, no need to give, how about I buy your barbecue recipe?" Just tell me how much it is! "

Baked gluten, even though it was called baked gluten, but barbecue materials and methods were usually the same. Then other things could still be cooked very well, Mr. Ye saw the business opportunity, that's why he wanted to buy it.

Yang Song gently struggled free and flatly refused, "I'm sorry, the family's secret recipe is not to be spread!"

"This is too sudden!" "Abruptly!" Old Mr. Ye stroked his beard shamelessly and suddenly came up with an idea, "Why don't you accept me as your disciple, Mr. Yang? I will definitely pay quite a bit for the tuition fees! "

When these words came out, everyone present was stunned! This old brat actually said such a thing.

Yang Song was struck by lightning and quickly waved his hand, "Impossible! I will not accept a disciple! "

Chen Ming was frightened even more. Old Mr. Ye was a good friend of his father. If his father knew what had happened today, then he would definitely run away!