The Strongest Male God System

Chapter 26

In the eyes of the chef of the Song family, this is a battle for him to establish his position.

Miss's assistant actually challenged herself in cooking, this is a death court.

"Dad? What are you doing?" Song Yunya didn't know where his father's hostility towards Zhou Yang came from.

This is also understandable. After all, she wouldn't have the kind of anger that looked at a silly boy even moving away a pot of flowers.

The boyfriends of father and daughter are natural enemies.

It's like a mother to a daughter-in-law.

"Xiaoya, you don't like the agent I assigned to you, I can understand it. But if you find an assistant, I can't pass this level, but I can't!" Song Fu said lightly.

Zhou Yang smiled and nodded: "Boss, your father makes sense!"

"Hehe, boy, don't think that you can flatter me and I can play on the Internet. A man who can't even do a good job is not qualified to take care of a woman!"

"I understand!" Zhou Yang had grain in his hand and didn't panic at all.

He has too many skill packs. Now he is roughly equivalent to a senior entertainment industry practitioner, a super chef, a super bodyguard, and an awesome doctor.

"Okay, I'll cook a simple meal!" Zhou Yang touched his stomach, really hungry.

"You want to do something complicated. The question is, do you have that ability?" The chef mocked a few words, and began to cut vegetables and garnishes quickly. It seemed that he was going to work hard.

Zhou Yang scratched his head and said, "Boss, I want half a catty of pepper, half a catty of meat and two catties of noodles!"

Song Yunya immediately asked the servants at home to fix it for Zhou Yang.

The Song family's father and daughter simply sat directly beside the restaurant bar, chatting and drinking tea while watching the two chefs.

Song Yunya secretly thought that even if Zhou Yang did not cook well, she would try to keep him.

The big deal is that he will return to the East China Sea sooner, so that his father will be beyond his reach.

Without looking at the chef's contemptuous eyes, Zhou Yang made up the flour, then chopped the meat into puree, and ground the peppercorns into powder.

"Zhou Yang, what are you doing?"

"My name is Juntun Guokui!" Zhou Yang didn't look up, focusing on making noodles.

"Guo Kui? Who hasn't eaten it?" The chef sneered.

Father Song also shook his head slightly.

"Even if it is the same thing, it will taste different in the hands of different people!" Zhou Yang said indifferently, "When I do it, please comment!"

The chef moved quickly, and the three dishes were ready in a short while, and they started to stir fry directly.

However, Zhou Yang did not rush or slow down to make about a dozen pot helmets, occupying a stove alone and started frying.

Father Song stood up, ready to leave.

There was no surprise in this competition, he just wanted to find a reason to drive Zhou Yang away.

After a few more minutes, the chef brought the dishes to the table, and then pretended to be calm: "The pot kombu made by that little brother happens to be the staple food. Let's try it together!"

Song Yunya is a little anxious, Zhou Yang don't lose too ugly.

At this moment, Zhou Yang smiled and walked over with two plates.

"Long waiting, try it!"

"Young man, you should know my attitude, now you leave! I will let the driver take you to the airport, and I will give you the ticket back to Donghai!" Song's father did not give Zhou Yang a chance.

"Dad, you haven't tasted it yet!" Song Yunya was stunned.

"Young man, you should give up wisely when letting you compete, so that I will still take a high look at you! Since you bite the bullet and want to compete, then I can only tear my face! Lao Li is my five The super chef dug up by a star hotel, even if you have three heads and six arms, you can’t beat him! And what you cook is a staple food, do you think we will eat the staple food alone?"

Father Song's expression was indifferent.

The daughter's assistant and agent must go through his inspection.

He would never nod his head for this kind of unknown origin.

"Boss, forget it!" Zhou Yang sighed, "Your father just wanted to find a reason!"

It seems that this mission will end in a premature death.

Zhou Yang took off his apron, nodded towards Song Yunya, turned and walked towards the door.

Father Song smiled faintly, took a look at it, and took a casual bite.

Then his expression froze.

Mottled, crispy, with the unique smell of oil and pepper, the salty and light taste is just right.

Father Song's taste buds exploded.

At this moment, he had forgotten that there were other dishes on the table.

This is Guo Kui?

He has lived for more than fifty years, and he has never eaten such a delicious Guoguo.

"Stop!" Father Song shouted subconsciously.

Zhou Yang turned around and said, "What's the matter?"

"Wait first!" Father Song flushed.

Zhou Yang is left... I have to slap myself in the face.

Without leaving him... I couldn't stop the gluttonous energy coming up.

At the same time, chefs Lao Li and Song Yunya also picked up the pots and started eating.

Then, the three people looked at each other.

Their taste buds also exploded.

The fragrance passed from the tip of the tongue into my mind, and then it kept lingering.

Old Li swallowed, finished one in two mouthfuls, then took another one and stuffed it into his mouth.

Unaccustomed to eating food on the plane, Song Yunya, who was hungry all the way, had no image. Holding a pot helmet in one hand and stuffing her mouth in turn, the corners of her mouth were full of shiny oil stains.

In a blink of an eye, more than a dozen Guoguo were divided among the three.

And Zhou Yang was still confused and stood still.

"Mr. Song, what is the matter with you asking me?"

"Uh..." Father Song's red face.

what's up? Don't you know?

It’s not because the pots you make are delicious!

"Zhou Yang... I'm sorry, you seem... you haven't eaten!" Song Yunya looked embarrassed, saw that there was still a half-bitten pot helmet in her hand, smiled and handed it over, "If you don't like my saliva, this half Give you!"

Zhou Yang took the Guoguo and stuffed it into his stomach in two.

It's really good!

Father Song turned his eyes at this moment and said: "Xiao Zhou, if you haven't eaten either... Then... Then it's better to make another batch of pot helmets! As for your position, you should be an assistant first. Ya promotes you as an executive agent. As long as you work hard, it is not impossible to become Xiaoya's exclusive agent in the future!"

The chef and Song Yuna looked at Father Song with strange eyes.

"Ahem... Xiao Zhou, let's make another batch!" After that, Father Song left his position using a drink as an excuse.

"Yeah! Dad agrees!" Song Yunya jumped up from the chair, and then made a pitiful face to Zhou Yang and said, "Assistant Zhou Da, in order to celebrate your successful pass, this boss orders you to make pot helmets again!"

"Yes!" Zhou Yang couldn't laugh or cry and walked into the kitchen.

Obviously I didn't eat enough, so I still find a reason, is it embarrassing?

Song Yunya touched her father's side and squinted her eyes and said, "Dad, have you taken it too?"

"At least the cooking skills are good, and the person is also quite calm, so let's keep it!" Father Song took a sip of water, still reminiscent of the taste of pot helmets, "Oh, dad is flying to Southeast Asia at night, so I can't accompany you, you take care of yourself!"

"Got it!" Song Yunya said tiredly.

"Remember, that kid is your assistant, you must keep a distance from him!"

But Song's father would not have thought that Song Yunya would break through the rules he set just a few hours after he left.