Opening: One dollar to kill Porsche

The appearance of Cheng Baliang surprised everyone present and Liu Hao's live broadcast room.

"My Poison Tongue, how come you are here?"

"I don't know, his old people usually have good food, right there!"

"Could it be that he came here to taste the anchor's free-cut chicken?"

"This... maybe!"

...

How can this be?

What is his Liu Hao?

As long as he is a normal person, he probably knows that Cheng Baliang will definitely not come here specially to taste Liu Hao's dishes.

His senior chef certificate still passed the relationship test!

As far as his ability is concerned, he is not interested in paying for Cheng Baliang to eat.

"It's okay for my old husband to come here to be the referee!"

Arriving in front of everyone, Zhong Liang said something, invisibly with his own aura, everyone couldn't help taking two steps back.

"Look, isn't this our Liangzhou Public Security Bureau Director Zhong Liang?"

"Yes, it's him, he often appears on TV!"

"Oh my God, why would such a big person like Director Zhong come here? He even brought his old man to this small restaurant?"

...

All of a sudden, the whole scene and the live broadcast room were all talking about it.

Anyone who has some brains should be able to think that this thing is starting to get more and more, and it is full of extra strange aura.

"Could it be that the owner of that restaurant is really the god of war?"

"What the upstairs said makes sense, after all, it is written in the novel!"

"Cut, this may be a coincidence!"

...

"It would be great for the old man to be a referee!"

The assistant's flattering smile catered to Zhong Liang's words.

There was cold sweat on his forehead.

He is not a fool.

How could Zhong Liang and Old Poison Tongue appear here by coincidence? They must have come here with a purpose.

Zhong Lianglai, he may not be able to explain the reason.

But the poisonous old man must be here to eat.

There must be some expert in the place where the old man can go personally.

In this small restaurant, who can an expert be?

Who else but Chen Xiu?

Although he didn't believe that Chen Xiu still had such a relationship and such a strong strength, he could not believe his reason.

He knew, this time, nothing unexpected.

Liu Hao must have lost.

"Haohao, come, bring the dishes you made quickly and give the poisonous old man a taste!"

The assistant turned off all the live mobile phones and walked to Liu Hao's side.

"Grandpa Cheng, this is the best Cantonese dish I just cooked. Grandpa Cheng can give me some advice!"

Facing Cheng Bayliang, Liu Hao's attitude suddenly changed, and he was unspeakably polite and respectful to him.

It's like a good, polite kid.

"Are you Liu Fei's son?"

Cheng Baliang glanced at Liu Hao.

He has an impression of Liu Hao, because his father is also a chef, and he is also the chef of the only Michelin three-star restaurant in Liangzhou, and his main specialty is Cantonese cuisine.

Cheng Bayang and Liu Fei knew each other and also met Liu Hao.

"Exactly!"

Liu Hao said with a smile, looking very honored.

The assistant also breathed a sigh of relief.

Liu Hao and Cheng Baliang knew each other, so it would save him a little bit of face and shouldn't be worthless.

"Your dad also specializes in Cantonese cuisine. The old man just sees what you have learned from your dad!"

Cheng Bayang said with a smile.

Then he sat down next to the table.

Liu Hao graciously handed the chopsticks:

"Try it!"

Then, his fans also squeezed over to start the live broadcast.

"Just from the color of the white chicken, you have learned half of your dad's skills."

Holding the chopsticks, Cheng Baliang glanced at it, frowned and said.

"This dish pays attention to color, fragrance, three points are indispensable, you have no color, it is difficult for people to have the desire to taste!"

Cheng Bayang had a little disgust on his face.

"Hey, yes yes yes!"

Liu Hao nodded again and again, in front of authority, he didn't know what to refute.

"Master Poison Tongue, you taste the taste and see how it is, maybe the taste is on the line?"

The assistant smiled.

"It's hard to make people appetite just because of the color. You told the old man that the taste can be on the line?"

Cheng Baliang retorted sharply:

"It looks like a pile of shit, but the old man tells you that it tastes very good, let you eat it, do you have an appetite?"

"Hey, this is..."

The assistant touched the dust of his nose.

"Dad..." Zhong Liang hurried to the old man's ear and said a whisper.

"Is that right?"

Cheng Baliang glanced at Zhong Liang.

"Hmm!"

"OK then!"

Cheng Baliang changed his attention again:

"However, since it's made by juniors, and it's the dishes you came to play in the game, I will be the referee, so naturally I want to taste it!"

Then he took a piece of chicken and put it in his mouth.

At that moment, the assistant and Liu Hao were sweating nervously.

Others are also looking forward and curious.

They are very interested in the results.

"Well, Xiao Liu, you have to work hard, your skill is not half as deep as your dad!"

There was a little silence, and Cheng Baliang finally spoke.

"This……"

This sentence is not a big blow.

After all, Liu Hao's father is a chef at a three-Michelin-starred restaurant. One can imagine his skill, and even, in the eyes of some people, Cheng Bayang's words are affirmation and praise to Liu Hao.

"Thank you Grandpa Cheng, I will work harder!"

When Liu Hao heard this, he was excited, and said quickly and modestly.

"Listen to me finishing up!"

Cheng Bayan interrupted Liu Hao, and then continued:

"The vitality of the meat is average, and the taste of the sauce is okay, but it is not completely integrated into the chicken, so I put the chicken in my mouth. After the sauce is diluted by my saliva, the chicken has almost no taste of sauce. It’s like eating a piece of white meat. In addition, the taste of the chicken itself has not been dealt with properly. It is completely covered by the taste of the sauce. The sauce is gone and the original shape is revealed!"

"Also, the thickness of the chicken slices is inconsistent, and your skill needs to be improved!"

I have to say that Cheng Baliang was called a poisonous tongue for no reason.

His tongue and taste buds are really poisonous.

It's like opening a magnifying glass.

Even the slightest bit, ordinary people will not care, or the subtle details that can't be tasted, he can find clearly.

"If you want to score based on my old man's standards, you can give three points with a maximum of ten, and your dad can barely get an eighth!"

Cheng Baliang put down his chopsticks and stopped tasting.

He really has no desires.

"This……"

The words that Cheng Bayeng said just now seemed like a continuation of gunfire. Liu Hao had no complete body and was worthless, and he deeply doubted life.

However, those are not regarded as shocking, at best it can be regarded as pointing out his shortcomings.

However, the last sentence was too shocking.

Full score is ten, up to three points?

Hard work, one or two hours to make a three-point dish?

Moreover, this also makes people doubt Liu Hao's level!

A good dish is three points?

Is this the level of a senior chef?

Then this senior chef is too worthless!

Can I just have a hand?

"Master, is your score a bit low?"

The assistant is embarrassed.

At the same time, it was to save a bit of Liu Hao's face and mentality.

"If you doubt the level of the old man, then just assume that I didn't say that. You can give as many points as you want!"

Cheng Baliang glanced at the assistant, and he said displeasedly.

"No, no, no, of course I don't doubt your level!"

Looking for something on his own, and being slapped in the face, the assistant had to blush and smile.

"Come on, there is one more plate, and bring it up for the old man to taste!"

Regardless of Liu Hao and the others, Cheng Baliang called out again.

At this time, everyone remembered that not only Liu Hao, but Chen Xiu did it today.

Next, they should see how Chen Xiu is doing.

"Brother, bring it here and let the old man have a taste of the royal dishes you made!"

With a friendly smile on his face, Zhong Liang waved at Chen Xiu.

Whether the relationship between him and the old man can be slowed down, it all depends on Chen Xiu's dish.

"it is good!"

Chen Xiu carried the food, placed it in front of Cheng Baliang, and also handed a pair of chopsticks.

"Please!"