Reincarnating to Become a Japanese Chef God

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A group of foreign tourists also love the environment of Xinju going downstairs.

At the beginning, tourists were very interested in the Chinese-style tables, chairs, potted plants, and so on.

But over time, tourists waited left and right, but could not wait for a cup of tea to quench their thirst, and could not help whispering complaints about the quality of service.

"thirsty!"

"Thirst, I need water!"

The young foreign youth rang the counter with a rather bad attitude.

"what?"

Liu Ying could still understand the simple English words, and she was immediately at a loss, repeating the word'wait' in her mouth.

Not far away, Chen Yang witnessed this scene and said strangely: "The Demon King Xia puts such a disciple who has little experience in entertaining guests on the counter. Isn't he afraid of the bad reviews from the guests?

Not even basic free tea, which is too much.

Moreover, the delicacies on the menu at Xinju's downstairs are not cheap. If the environment is not good enough, I am afraid that the foreigners have been scared away.

Lin Qingfeng nodded, "If you can't make the guests feel at home, it's equivalent to a business failure."

"The more you manage a famous building, the heavier the burden on your shoulders. If you want to regenerate a famous building that has fallen apart, the difficulty is no less than building another famous building."

Interest appeared in the eyes of women.

In the time of Fairy Pui, Chrysanthemum went downstairs because of her mother's cordial taste and made her famous.

In the era of Liu Jinling and Zhu Qi, it was relying on first-class strength to establish the status of the world's famous building!

Now, how do they make a comeback?

A scent of strange fragrance diffused, making Lin Qingfeng sniff and slightly surprised: "Is this the smell of almonds?"

"Well, the freshness of vegetables..." Chen Yang also looked up.

As the serving servant, Liu Jing brought a tray and put a plate of dishes on the countertop of the table of foreign tourists. With a chubby round face with a smile, she cheerfully said, "This is the first dish, please Slow use"

Very fluent in foreign languages.

Learning art with my father, it is not once or twice to receive foreign diners. At least when it comes to receiving guests, Liu Jing's aura exploded the'Devil's Trumpet'.

"Vegetables, vegetables?"

Middle-aged foreign couples and children were surprised to see this dish of fried vegetables, which was really insufficient.

"Yes!" Liu Jing answered with a tray.

"But on the menu, isn't the name'shepherd boy pointing to Xinghua Village' written? How could it be a vegetable?" The middle-aged foreign man was messy and speechless, probably because of his emotional excitement and he became fluent in Chinese.

what.

Liu Jing couldn't help but glance at the middle-aged man. Seeing his academic temperament like a professor, she said to her heart that she was a Chinese expert.

"Sir, please calm down!" Liu Jing explained, "this dish is indeed vegetables!"

"boom"

The young foreigner who was already thirsty and didn't get a drink, slapped the table and said angrily: "Ha, why are so few vegetables cost 10 pounds per plate? Doesn't it mean that Chinese dishes are very cheap? You must know that 10 pounds is enough I'm going to have two meals at Golden Arch!"

The vegetables priced at 86 soft sister coins seem to be somewhat unacceptable to foreigners.

From the popular term "Golden Arches", Liu Jing can also see that this foreign brother who looks like the son of a middle-aged man is also a Chinese expert. At least the calculation of the conversion between the British pound and the soft sister currency is a bit powerful.

"Eat your sister's golden arch!"

Liu Ying hadn't left yet. Seeing foreign youths gesticulating in excitement, trying to say that this plate of vegetables is not worth the price of 86, she was annoyed on the spot, and said with her arms on her hips unceremoniously: "You compare fast food with classic dishes? Why not go to heaven. Well! Even if you eat a hundred golden arches, you can’t eat a plate of our vegetables!"

"Hey!"

Liu Jing's face was green. Unexpectedly, this little demon would explode at a single point, but her small body was like a gunpowder barrel.

"Customers are God!" Liu Jing begged, "Auntie, grandma, the guests are to coax, so you can't scold you!"

"Bah, bah, when Xinju goes downstairs, the chef is the god!" Liu Ying opened the unparalleled aura of the small universe explosion.

Liu Ying turned around. In her inner imaginary, her aura must be very strong at this time, and her back looks like a chivalrous girl, right?

But just turning around with a small face, he wrinkled tightly.

what!

With the urge to hide in the ground and hug her head against the wall, Liu Ying shouted in extreme shame, what am I doing.

However, there was a sentence just now, that is Liu Ying's voice.

Customer is God?

wrong.

When Ju went downstairs, whenever these "gods" tasted her master's dishes, the white wings on their backs must have degenerated into black feathers, crawling under the feet of the famous Demon King Xia, and were captured ever since.

what.Thinking about this, Liu Ying cast aside her shame, and hummed: "Whatever god you care about, you must surrender to the Great Devil King Heitian!"

Liu Jing heard that her feet slipped and almost fell. What the hell is this.

Just as a family of foreigners was talking about the vegetables on the table, talking about something and wanting to take a picture, a voice intervened: "Sorry, I'm bothering you. If you don't want this dish, can you turn it around?" How about our table?"

The whole family looked up when they heard the words full of New York.

Chen Yang continued to ask with a polite smile: "Can you pass it to us? My mother wants to eat this dish early..."

Upon hearing this, the family looked at Lin Qingfeng in surprise.

The charming women in cheongsam, seeing the hesitation on their faces, shook their heads, got up from their seats, pointed to the steaming vegetables on the table and said: "This dish is priced at 86 yuan, which is very reasonable in my opinion. of."

"Ingredients!"

Lin Qingfeng didn't say much, she said with deep meaning, "Is this vegetable called'Shepherd Boy Refers to Xinghua Village'? It's very interesting. This poem is in time."

The family recognized Lin Qingfeng, and were suddenly surprised.

"is it?"

Even the foreign young people with the worst attitudes murmured, and finally they were willing to put aside the portion of vegetables for now, not mentioning them, and took a pair of clean chopsticks, and planned to taste them.

Seeing his standard gesture of holding chopsticks, Liu Jingxin said that she was indeed a Chinese expert.

As soon as the chopsticks go down, a corner of the vegetables on the plate is missing, which is about a quarter missing.

The foreign young man twitched his face, his mouth approached the vegetables on the chopsticks, and at the same time a layer of confusion appeared in his eyes, "...why is there a hint of wine?"

"Is there too much cooking wine?"

'Almond Cabbage', the appearance is no different from ordinary cabbage.

What's more, the vegetables after cooking are completely different. It is normal that this family did not recognize the more popular fantasy vegetables.

However, the first time the stir-fried seasonal vegetables were imported, the young foreigners cried out, apparently eating out what the ingredients were.

In fact, "Almond Cabbage", apart from the rich and bitter almond flavor, the lingering aroma of wine is also the original flavor of the ingredients.

Teeth chew on vegetable leaves, like wine leaves.

The taste of wine keeps spreading.

The little brother picked up a piece of meat and a few silky dried plums and put them into his mouth together, chewing with the leaves.

As a result, the bitterness turns into sweetness and bombards the brain with the aroma of wine.

Under the gazes of Chen Yang, Lin Qingfeng, and Liu Jing and Liu Ying, this foreign boy gradually distorted his face, revealing the hunger and thirst of wild animals, and opened his mouth: "Can you give me a glass of wine?"

"Any wine is fine!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yang and Lin Qingfeng looked at each other.

'Almond Cabbage' goes well with fine wine.This is the common understanding of all food tyrant chefs. A foreign young man in his early twenties ordered a glass of wine during the tasting, indicating that he is an insider.8)