Chapter 7: Accept me as a disciple

Finally, when the gluten was baked, Yang Song grabbed a skewer and placed it in front of Chen Ming, and said lightly: "Try it! This is all the ingredients you bought, I baked it!"
Looking at the steaming roasted gluten, Chen Ming couldn't help it anymore and stuffed it directly into his mouth! Yelling while eating!
"That's the taste! My goodness! It's delicious! I'm about to cry! Boss! Twenty skewers! One can't be less! Pack it!"
Other customers saw this scene, and finally couldn't help it. They all started shouting to buy roasted gluten!
The hawker next to him was almost crying. It was over. He originally expected to suppress Yang Song. What happened? Make his name even more popular!
Ye Old Man's face also changed color from Chen Ming's first mouthful. It became more and more gloomy and darker. He didn't expect this kid to actually make exactly the same roasted gluten.
Taking advantage of the chaos at the scene, Old Man Ye was about to turn around and sneak away, but suddenly heard Yang Song's cold voice.
"Master Ye, where are you going? Did you forget an apology?"
Upon hearing this, Mr. Ye's old face suddenly pulled down, and there was a feeling that he couldn't tell, but everyone around him looked at Mr. Ye because of Yang Song's words, and the corners of his mouth all showed a playful smile.
"Yellow-mouthed kid, isn't it just that I made grilled gluten that is better than the average person? If I make the skewers on the market, it will definitely be much better than your dark thing!"
Mr. Ye's face was a little red now, but he still said such words, but Yang Song sneered in his heart. He gave up his position and said with a look of indifferent: "That's right, the ingredients here are all complete, would you like Mr. Ye to try?"
"This one......"
Why doesn't this kid play cards according to his routine? Mr. Ye's face was as dark as coal, but he still didn't realize it. He wanted to make another excuse, but suddenly the onlookers next to him began to roar.
"What's the matter? Old man, don't you dare?"
"Where does he dare, it's exactly the so-called barbell reincarnation, barbell!"
"Look at him who is fat and white, where can he cook something?"
"Yes, hurry home! In case of high blood pressure, it will be bad!"
Hearing these mocking words, Mr. Ye finally couldn't help it, threw the crutches to Chen Ming, and walked towards Yang Song's booth without saying a word.
Chen Ming didn't expect things to develop toward this point. He originally wanted to make a round of it, but now it seems that it is out of control.
When Yang Song saw Mr. Ye rushing over, he consciously gave up his position and stood quietly next to him, watching how this so-called gourmet makes good food!
Mr. Ye rolled up his sleeves, grabbed a few strings of gluten, placed them on the charcoal fire, and started grilling, and from time to time, he poured some seasonings towards it, which seemed to be quite skillful.
"Sure enough, this old gentleman has two brushes. Without this food system, there may be no way to compare him!" Yang Song breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, Qingxin himself was really lucky.
A few minutes later, Mr. Ye’s roasted gluten was ready. The browned surface was still oily, and it exuded a charming aroma. If you have not eaten Yangsong’s roasted gluten, you will really Was completely attracted by such roasted gluten.
"Yellow-mouthed kid, look, this is the perfect roasted gluten, which is delicious in color, flavor, and flavor, not as ugly as yours!"
"What's wrong with ugly? It's delicious soon!" Yang Song calmly stood by and looked at Mr. Ye.
Mr. Ye dismissed a smile, grabbed a string and placed it in front of Chen Ming, "Try it, I haven't done it myself for many years, this first string will be cheaper for you!"
Chen Ming nodded honestly, grabbed the roasted gluten and stuffed it into his mouth. The taste is pretty good! But the premise is that you have not eaten Yangsong's roasted gluten, so this kind of roasted gluten is definitely a rare delicacy, but now that you have eaten Yangsong's roasted gluten, there are probably only two words to describe it.
Taste the same as chewing wax!
"This...the taste is pretty good, but..." Chen Ming didn't dare to say something, just staring at Mr. Ye faintly.
A customer who had just eaten Yangsong skewers stepped forward and grabbed the grilled gluten on the stall, which was roasted by Mr. Ye before and stuffed it directly into his mouth.
"I'll try it. It tastes good if it tastes good, and it doesn't taste good if it doesn't taste good. Why are you so mother-in-law!"
After half a minute, the customer was honest and shook his head directly: "This roasted gluten is better than many of the boss's! It's not half as delicious as the boss's baked!"
He was polite and didn't say anything that was unpalatable, but he was able to make Mr. Ye's face look astonished. He couldn't believe it, grabbed a string of gluten roasted by Yang Song and put it into his mouth.
After a while, he opened his mouth in surprise, and didn't close it for a long time. Chen Ming was a little worried, and asked cautiously: "Mr. Ye, how are you?"
"Delicious!" Mr. Ye finally recovered and murmured: "There is such a delicious roasted gluten in the world, and my whole life is worthless!"
Yang Song was funny in his heart. This is the basic roasted gluten. If you change to something else, don't you want to be scared to death on the spot? Does this old boy want to apologize?
I was about to continue to say apologizing, but unexpectedly saw Mr. Ye rush in front of him, grabbed his hand, and excitedly said: "Can you tell me this recipe?"
Tell you? Everyone found it funny when they heard it. Every gourmet shop has its own secret recipe. Tell you, do they drink Northwestern?
Mr. Ye also felt wrong, and quickly changed his words: "No, no, no, don't give it, how about I buy your barbecue recipe? How much is it, just speak up!"
Baked gluten, although it means grilled gluten, but the grilling material or method is generally uniform, the number of gluten grilled, then other things can be grilled and delicious, Mr. Ye is fancy of the business opportunities, this is Would want to acquire.
Yang Song gently broke away, and faintly refused: "Sorry, the secret recipe of the family will not be passed on!"
"It's abrupt! It's abrupt!" Mr. Ye touched his beard a little embarrassingly, and suddenly got an idea, "Or, Mr. Yang, you can accept me as a disciple! I will definitely not give less tuition. !"
When these words came out, everyone present was stunned! This old boy actually said such a thing.
Yang Song was not lighted by the thunder, and quickly waved his hand: "Impossible! I will not accept disciples!"
Chen Ming was even more frightened. Mr. Ye is a good friend of his father. If you let his father know what happened today, don't beat yourself up!
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