btmnovel Chapter 117
Chapter 117
Chapter 117
Father Yang looked at the sincere smiles on the faces of the two, and knew in his heart that he didn't say this just to curry favor with himself.
He felt extremely happy that the dishes he cooked could be recognized by everyone.
At the same time, he also felt very strange.
It's the first time for others to eat, maybe this expression is normal, but Lao Li eats it often, and I haven't seen him so excited before?
Father Yang hesitantly picked up a piece of meat and tasted it himself.
After a while, an unconcealable surprise appeared on his face. He was stunned for a while and said, "This...it doesn't look like it!"
Everyone at the table looked at him suspiciously and asked, "What doesn't look like it?"
"Taste, it doesn't taste like what I made." Father Yang said with certainty.
He is very clear about his craft.
He has cooked this dish for more than 20 years, and with his own exclusive secret recipe, the taste will be better than ordinary people,
But when he tasted this dish, he felt like he made it, but not quite like it. The feeling was amazing.
Although the braised pork ribs have been stewed for so long, the meat is still fresh and tender, and the sweetness is just right. One bite makes people have endless aftertaste, as if it has magical powers, making people unable to resist the feeling of wanting to eat a second bite.
When the people at the table heard what Father Yang said, they also became hesitant.
His own restaurant and the dishes he cooks are not made by him, so can they still be subcontracted by others?
It's impossible to drop a delicious dish for him even if you drop the bag!It is no exaggeration to say that if this dish gets popular, it will definitely make his restaurant business more prosperous.
"You eat first, I'll ask, someone must have touched this dish."
Yang's father hurriedly walked towards the kitchen. He was not anxious to scold the person who cooked the vegetables, but anxious to see who could have such good skills.
He hurriedly walked into the kitchen and saw a tentacle. Without saying anything, he asked: "Who has touched the braised pork ribs I cooked just now?"
Seeing Father Yang like this, the back kitchen staff thought it might be because they hadn't done a good job, and hurriedly explained: "Boss, we've been here all the time. We usually don't dare to touch the dishes you cook lightly."
"Are you sure no one has moved?" Father Yang stared at them with wide eyes.
At this time, the chef said as if thinking of something: "If you want to say that it has been touched, it should be your son. When I saw him serve the ribs just now, I tasted it, and then it seems that I added some seasoning to it."
Then he murmured softly: "Could it be...that dish was ruined by him?"
Father Yang didn't answer him, but turned around and hurriedly replied and went back to the private room. When he walked behind Yang Yi, he patted Yang Yi on the shoulder and said, "Son, you really belong."
The people at the table were surprised by Yang's father's behavior, and after a while they looked at Yang Yi in hindsight.
Could it be that this dish was made by Yang Yi?
He can even cook?
Facing everyone's suspicious gazes, Yang Yi said, "How could it be so exaggerated? I just tasted it when it was out of the pot, and added some seasonings. The main reason is that my dad cooked it well."
Hearing Yang Yi's words, Father Yang felt much more comfortable, but he knew it clearly.
If I have to describe it, the pork ribs he made are called "delicious", and after being processed by Yang Yi, they become "absolutely delicious".
"Haha, Boss Yang, it's true that the back waves of the Yangtze River pushed the front waves, and the front waves hit the beach."
"Xiao Yi, are you planning to inherit your father's business from now on?"
"Haha, after all, his father is not an ordinary person."
Several people took turns teasing Yang Yi and Yang's father, and Yang's father's eyes on Yang Yi became complicated.
This dog son has only been half a year old, how did he become so handsome and talented?Not only does he write songs and play the piano by himself, but he even cooks better than me, so it’s not appropriate.
Thinking of what Yang Yi said to him in the bathroom, although the reason was that he was afraid of risks, Father Yang always felt that he had other meanings.
In the past six months, this kid has changed a lot.
What made him change so much?
Thinking about it, Father Yang took a sneak peek at Yang Yi, and his mood became mixed.
After the drinking session ended, Lao Li and Hu Yongming left together.
When parting, Hu Yongming tried to persuade Yang's father to cooperate with him again, and Yang's father also smiled and said that he would give priority to it.
Hu Yongming is not a fool either, so he can naturally see that Father Yang is determined not to cooperate, but he has no choice but to give up, and finally leaves with regret.
Yang's father and Yang Yi sent them to the door of the hotel, where Hu Yongming's driver was waiting at the door early.
In the end, Hu Yongming still did not forget to praise Yang Yi's stewed bowl of braised pork ribs. It's a pity that he hasn't enjoyed it yet, and one piece is enough for one person.
Father Yang said that he would make another one for him and let him take it home to eat.
Hu Yongming seemed a little moved, then shook his head and said: "I will have time in the future, I will come back another day."
Father Yang smiled and said, "Haha, that's fine, next time you come over, I'm sure you'll be satisfied."
Hu Yongming looked at Yang Yi and said with a smile: "Yes, but Xiao Yi will be troubled by then."
Yang Yi replied politely: "It's not a matter of being tired, Uncle Hu likes to eat, I can do it anytime."
Hu Yongming smiled, didn't say much, got into the car and left.
The father and son didn't go back until the car disappeared from sight.
Yang Yi glanced at Yang Yi next to him, and said to him, "You brat, come with me."
Yang Yi quickly replied: "Forget it, Dad, I can't do it today."
Then the two walked towards the kitchen together.
Yang's father, who hadn't cooked in person for a long time, specifically asked the chef to leave a stove out today. He happily brought a piece of high-quality pork belly and threw it in front of Yang Yi. The purpose was self-evident.
The employees were dumbfounded, and they would not believe that their boss, a master chef with more than 20 years of cooking experience, actually learned how to cook with his son who is less than 20 years old.
And still learning to cook one of his best dishes.
the other side.
A big Benz drove slowly in the traffic flow, passed through one traffic light after another, and finally drove towards a villa area.
The car finally stopped in front of a five-story villa.
The anti-theft gate slowly opened, as if knowing that his family had returned, the car entered the villa and stopped outside the courtyard.
A man wearing sunglasses stepped down from the driver's seat and opened the rear door.
At this time, his boss got out of the car. Hu Yongming adjusted his suit and looked up to see the young girl in her garden.
The girl was wearing a white dress, which was very conspicuous in the colorful garden. I saw her sitting leisurely on the rattan hanging chair, holding a piece of paper in her hand, and she didn't know what she was thinking.
Hu Yongming originally wanted to call her, but seeing that she was so fascinated, he walked straight towards the girl, wanting to see what was on the paper in the girl's hand, which was worthy of his genius niece looking so seriously.
The girl seemed to feel Hu Yongming's approach, she turned her head consciously, and quickly folded the paper in her hand, as if she was afraid that he would see it.
(End of this chapter)