At seven o'clock, there were still a few students and teachers eating in Song Yiren's store.

And a few fierce beasts were also busy at this time, and they all lay down at the door of the store to eat dinner, and today Song Yiren made Mao Xuewang, which is very sufficient, a big pot.

The four fierce beasts ate a special fragrance, they were busy all day today, exhausted, there were too many people, and there was no flow of people in the store.

【Ding! Congratulations to the host for selling a total of 5,000 meals and obtaining a god-level noodle technique! 】

Song Yiren's mind instantly had many more ways to make noodles, as if she had already made noodles a thousand times.

Song Yiren thought of the baked gluten she used to want to sell at a stall, and she missed the taste of this baked gluten a little.

Moreover, noodles, dumplings, chaos, and buns are all different from the noodles, and the proportion of water is also different.

Although the system does not have the method of making fillings now, Song Yiren thinks that she can try to make a bun with the filling technique of the previous breakfast restaurant.

But Song Yiren looked at the people in the store, there were too many people, how tired it was

When the time comes, she can try to sell dumplings and make steamed buns, and when these students are on vacation on Saturdays and Sundays, she can go out and set up a stall.

Song Yiren also took a portion of rice at this time, sat in the store, and ate it with the customers in the store.

Half of Song Yiren's orders were only made until half past six, and then it was closed.

If students want to go for a late-night snack, they have to go to the school cafeteria.

Song Yiren looked at the people who were satisfied with the food, and she was also very happy, after all, the food she cooked was recognized by so many people.

There are many people who like to come and eat at night, because when it is close to closing, there is no one to urge, so you can eat slowly and taste these delicious foods.

Unlike noon, there is no time at all, and sometimes, there is no place to sit and you have to bring your own bench, and there is no table.

Even though the conditions are so difficult, there is still an endless stream of people coming to eat.

The taste of this meal is really delicious.

Chef Zhu, accompanied by the principal Bai Fan, came to Song Yiren's shop.

Chef Zhu saw Song Yiren at a glance, she looked white and clean, like a rich lady, very beautiful, with snow-white skin, wearing a white chef's uniform, she didn't look like a chef at all, as if she was posing for a photo.

Principal Bai Fan walked in front of Song Yiren and was about to greet Song Yiren.

Chef Zhu walked in front of Song Yiren and said to Song Yiren: "You are the owner of this shop, Song Yiren?" ”

Song Yiren nodded at Chef Zhu with a confused expression.

At this point, her shop is no longer open, and this expression doesn't look like she's coming to eat, but a bit like she's coming to find fault.

"I'm the chef of the school cafeteria, and now no students come to eat in the cafeteria, all of them come to eat with you."

"Are you here to find fault? The customers in my shop are all voluntary, and I don't use any means. ”

"I know, I'm here to compete with you, I want to see how good your cooking really is."

"Really?" Song Yiren did not directly refuse.

She also wants to try it, and wants to see how the dishes of the world's two-star chefs taste!

If the other party insists on competing with her, she agrees.

"Of course, you're best at hot and sour fans, right? I'm going to beat you with your best hot and sour fans! ”

Chef Zhu said proudly to Su Lingling.

He knew that Su Lingling's unique skill was sour and hot fans, and he would make Longyin fans, which was a big dish.

The corners of Song Yiren's mouth twitched.

Song Yiren feels that using this dish is bullying people, because the ingredients are provided by the system, and they are the top ingredients, and this sour and hot vermicelli is really difficult for anyone to win.

"Are you really sure you want to beat this, you probably don't have a chance of winning this dish at all!"

"Yes, it's better than this!"

Chef Zhu rolled up his sleeves and said categorically to Song Yiren.

He was followed by the cook, who had already moved his pot and stove, and he was ready.

The two glanced at each other, and the knife was opened.

First of all, Chef Zhu started to do it.

He took out a piece of earth dragon meat that had been prepared in advance, and began to cut it without saying a word.

The basic skill of a chef is knife work.

Brush Brush Brush Brush Brush –

The blade is as cold as the wind.

The bright red pieces of meat turned into thin, even slices of meat under his knife, and then chopped into minced meat with his knife.

Song Yiren also took out a kitchen knife and began to cut it.

Su Lingling put the green onion and ginger on the cutting board, pressed the ginger slices on the cutting board, and shook his wrist quickly.

In a few seconds, not only did I remove the skin of the ginger pieces, but also cut the ginger into thin slices.

This ginger slice is thin under the light, and it can faintly reveal a trace of colorful light.

Chef Zhu was stunned for a moment.

There's something about this little girl's knife work.

But the knife skill is nothing, and then it's his performance time!

Chef Zhu snorted and boiled the oil.

Then pick up the handle of the pot with one hand and moisten the pot evenly with oil.

Pick up the plate again and gently pour the minced meat into the pan.

Just by hearing the "stinging" sound, the color of the minced meat in the pan darkens at a very fast speed, and then he adds the broth.

After the hot soup has been boiling, add the chopped green onions.

The hot broth meets the chopped green onions, and the rich aroma comes in!

Chef Zhu laughed secretly, look at his taste!

Not only is the fragrance overflowing, but also the green onion is fresh and tangy, and the meat taste is long. Write the taste! Write only the taste!

Can that little girl make this kind of flavor?

He turned his head complacently and looked at Song Yiren next door again.

After looking at it for a while, he quietly stuck his head over.

Buzz –

Chef Zhu's brain trembled instantly.

The fragrance coming out of the other pot's pot is integrated and fragrant.

The sour taste and the hint of spicy flavor are intertwined, independent and inseparable.

Chef Zhu's face was full of horror.

Soon, though, he adjusted his form.

It doesn't matter, the smell is just an embellishment!

After all, this dish is meant to be eaten in the mouth, so the taste and texture of the mouth are the most important!

Five minutes later, both turned off the fire at the same time.

Two plates of powder, which were both beautiful and fragrant, were served on the table.

For a while, the air on the set was filled with the smell of food.

Song Yiren and Chef Zhu stood on either side of the table.

Chef Zhu clasped his arms around his chest, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, looking full of confidence.

This is his specialty, and he also took out his most precious earth dragon meat, which is expensive!

And Song Yiren's sour and spicy vermicelli, although the smell is very good, is just a simple vermicelli, not even a little minced meat.

Song Yiren's face was expressionless, and he looked very indifferent.