The beauty collector of halberd

Text 208. Cold eyes and ridicule are indispensable on the road to becoming a God of Cooking (7/7)

"Sorry everyone, there are some things in the store today and it will not be open."

"Mr. Fortu, this is an order from Chef Hojo, and we can only do so."

"Well, actually the reason for the matter is because of my sous chef for a long time"

"Yes, wait a long time for my assistant chef to have a cooking showdown with others."

"If you stay to watch, please ensure a quiet atmosphere in the hall."

Jiu Wo Tangshan, who was about to defeat Lin Feng on the spot, naturally wouldn't wait too long, so he decided to start the duel immediately.

Therefore, Hojo Hitoshi asked the service staff to inform the customers who were dining and those who had not yet eaten, hoping to get your understanding.

Sure enough, after learning that it was a long time my sous chef was having a cooking showdown with others, everyone who had been irritated all calmed down and waited for the start of a good show.

In the kitchen.

Hojo Ninchi glanced at Lin Feng's clothes, hesitated and asked, "Chef Lin, do you want to change clothes?"

"No need." Lin Feng waved his hand and said, "But just get me an apron."

Soon, at 280, a kitchen helper sent Lin Feng an apron. The latter compared it and tied it on his body and walked towards Jiu Wo Tangshan.

Jiu Wo Tangshan, who had changed into a chef's uniform, looked at Lin Feng walking towards him and said with a smile: "Why, isn't it the intention to give up, but I don't accept it."

Really overconfident!

Lin Feng shook his head. For such an overly arrogant person, only by defeating the opponent with crushing strength will the opponent completely shut up.

In the next second, Lin Feng asked: "For a long time, my chef, do you plan to compete with me with Japanese cuisine? Or do you compete with me with Chinese cuisine? Well, of course, there are French cuisines. I am a little proficient in these."

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Looking at Lin Feng's sincere expression, the corners of Tangshan's mouth twitched for a long time.

Don't brag you will die?

Ordinary people are good at one kind of cooking, but when you go to Lin Feng, almost all kinds of cooking have become proficient. Isn't this what is it?

Thinking in my heart, Jiuga Tangshan sneered: "In that case, let's use Mapo Tofu as the theme of the competition (beeg)."

Sure enough, wherever I fell, I would get up wherever I fell. It seems that Jiu Wo Tangshan has always been brooding about his son's failure.

However, when it comes to Mapo tofu, Lin Feng suddenly has an illusion that this should be a sub-topic, right?

"Why, don't you dare to agree?" Jiu Wo Tangshan added another fire.

"Hey"

Lin Feng smiled and shook his head, and said, "As you wish."

After finalizing the theme of the competition, the next step is to select the judges, Hojo Hitoshi, Kuga Teruki, and a regular customer who frequents Hojo Tower.

The customer is a middle-aged male who has been smiling from ear to ear since he was selected as the judge.

"Today is really lucky, I was able to taste the Mapo tofu cooked by my assistant chef for a long time."

"Tsk tsk, just thinking about it can make people salivate. I am really honored!"

The middle-aged man sat next to Jiu Wo Zhaoji and kept muttering, which made Jiu Wo Zhaoji feel a kind of upset.

Damn, why should I worry about my father? I need to know the Sichuan cuisine that my father cooks, but even the commander-in-chief is full of praise, how could I lose to Lin Feng.

It was just subconsciously telling Jiu Me Zhaoji that if his father wanted to defeat Lin Feng, he might pay a great price.

The time was limited to two hours, and the venue for the game was moved from the kitchen to the hall.

Standing in front of the cooking table, holding the divine Lin Feng in his hand, his heart that had been silent was surging.

"call"

Taking a deep breath, Lin Feng glanced at Jiu Wo Tang Shan, who had already started cutting and serving tofu, with a solemn expression on his face.

Regardless of whether the opponent's strength is strong or weak, as long as the matchup involves cooking, Lin Feng will take it very seriously, and only in this way can he guarantee 100% strength in every game.

When it comes to Mapo tofu, there are many kinds of methods alone, but the only one that can be squeezed is the recipe!

Then, Lin Feng turned around and walked into the kitchen, and began to look for suitable ingredients.

However, when this scene fell among the onlookers, different ideas arose.

"Isn't it, my assistant chef has been cooking for a long time, this kid is still choosing ingredients slowly?"

"Tsk tusk, I don't think it needs to be compared, this is simply reducing my status as a sous chef for a long time!"

"Hey, he is really an overpowering guy who wants to challenge the'China Gemini', is it too arrogant?"

"Don't quarrel, everyone, look at my husband for a long time, it's like portraying a beautiful scenery."

Being hailed as the Chinese Gemini, Jiu Wo Tang Shan naturally has a unique cooking technique, and his strength is undoubtedly powerful.

Some diners who came here especially from other places, after tasting the dishes cooked by Jiuwotang, they simply rented a house near Chinatown, and only after a few days of tasting did they leave with satisfaction.

And because of this, for a long time, I will gradually develop a defiant look.

At the same time, under the instructions of the kitchen staff, Lin Feng found the beans that had been soaked overnight, and then returned to the cooking table again.

That's right, since he was going to compete with Mapo Tofu, the first thing Lin Feng thought of was Magic Mapo Tofu.

Of course, just the magic mapo tofu Lin Feng is not satisfied, but the most important step is naturally to be left until the moment when the cooking is about to be completed.

Immediately afterwards, with the onlookers looking puzzled, Lin Feng put the beans into the boiling broth for warming.

"Oh my God, there is still leisurely cooking soy beans, how arrogant is this?"

"Is this making Mapo tofu? How do I feel like a kid playing house games?"

"Forget it, I thought I would see a wonderful cooking showdown, but I didn't expect it to have evolved into a personal performance of my husband."

There was a clamor from the crowd, and Lin Feng was still arranging vegetable cutting and matching.

There is a saying that it is good to say that the road to becoming a god of cooking is indispensable to scorn and ridicule, but what Lin Feng has to do is to respond to everyone's loud slap with practical actions.

Slaps or something, the best!.

Text 209. Pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger (1/7)