The beauty collector of halberd

But after hearing the voices of the people, Miyoko Hojo, who had recovered his senses, showed anger on her face and roared, "What do you know?!"

"we"

Turning to 017, the man who was about to scold, saw Miyoko Hojo, and quickly sneered and said, "What do you little girl know?"

"You are crazy, she is the daughter of Chef Hojo." The companion beside the man hurriedly whispered.

After hearing what his companion said, the man was startled at first, then showed an indifferent expression, and said, "Huh, even if it is the daughter of Chef Hojo, it shouldn't have long hair and short knowledge!"

"you"

Miyoko Hojo was about to say something, but was stopped by Yamato Ryoko.

Seeing his mother shook his head, Miyoko Hojo glared at the opponent, and then placed his gaze on Lin Feng, expecting the opponent to make a move that surprised everyone.

However, Lin Feng kept his hands on his chest, with a slight smile on his face.

"No, it must be wrong!"

"The taste is wrong, the chewing isn't right!"

"This should"

The middle-aged man looked down at the plate, held the spoon in his right hand and rolled back and forth in the plate, and said, "It's not Rou Mo'er!!"

Not Roumo'er?!

After hearing the words of the middle-aged man, both Hojo Ninchi and Kuga Teruki also stopped tasting the food, and focused on the brown powder that wrapped the mapo tofu..

Text 213. The wonderful taste ensemble of tofu and meat

Not Roumo'er?!!

For a while, the topic raised by middle-aged diners lingered in the minds of everyone, shouldn't beef filling be used to cook Mapo tofu?

The layman looks at the excitement, the insider looks at the doorway.

Sitting in the chairs, Kuga Teruki and Hojo Ninchi used chopsticks to pick up a pinch of brown powder, and then slowly put them in their mouths to chew.

"this is"

The two voices rang out in unison.

After a long time, Zhaoji's eyes widened, and the memory of traveling to Sichuan and other places in the past gradually came to mind, and his eyes became loose.

Not only did Jiu I Teruki make this expression, but also the well-informed Hojo Hitoshi Hojo, the expression presented by Hojoro was the same as seeing an incredible thing.

Seeing the expressions on their faces, Jiu Wo Tangshan immediately turned his head and looked at Lin "Zero Seven Zero" Feng, with frivolous eyebrows, twitching corners of his mouth, and the violent veins on his forehead, all of which explained this superb chef. , The inner mood fluctuates intensely,

Facing Jiu Wotang's kind and hostile gaze, Lin Feng had a calm face, and all this was in his expectation.

Even if Jiu Wo Tangshan is making special mapo tofu, Lin Feng is confident to win with magic mapo tofu, and the true taste of this dish has not been revealed yet!!

"Humph."

Jiu Wo Tangshan snorted coldly, calmed down, and continued: "What if it's not Rou Mo'er? Not Mapo Tofu."

"you are wrong!"

Before I waited for Tangshan to finish speaking, a voice came from behind him.

Hojo Nito put his chopsticks on the table, took out a paper towel to wipe the oil stains on his mouth, and looked at the mapo tofu on the plate with a solemn expression on his face.

Before tasting the Mapo tofu of Jiuwotang’s cuisine, it didn’t have that taste, and some were just spicy, but when he tasted Lin Feng’s magical mapo tofu, the taste was perfect, even the taste was very mild. This is incredible!

It’s just that the mouth feel should be

After seeing Hojo Hitoshi just say a word, he frowned and didn't know what to think of, and everyone onlookers started to talk.

However, the topics discussed by everyone did not leave Lin Feng and Jiu Wo Tangshan, after all, such a scene is rare.

It's just that, no matter how you look at it, Lin Feng looks like a 17-year-old kid, no matter how powerful this kind of kid is, he shouldn't be able to distinguish himself from Jiu, my assistant chef.

"Am I wrong?"

Kuga Dozen glanced deeply at Hojo Nichi, then put his gaze on the mapo tofu on the plate, and there was no bright feeling. How could this kind of mapo tofu be better than what he made?

Subconsciously, Kugao Shan said impatiently: "If this is the case, then declare the final winner, right?"

"and many more"

Lin Feng, who hadn't spoken much, interrupted me for a long time. He looked at Hojo Ninchi and said with a smile: "In fact, this cooking has the last process. Only when it is completed can it be considered a real magic. Mapo tofu."

The last process?

Hojo Nichi looked at Lin Feng, and I looked at Lin Feng for a long time. Everyone present looked at Lin Feng. No matter how amazing a plate of Mapo tofu is, it is still just a plate of Mapo tofu.

It is impossible to become tempura, it is impossible to become king crab

However, the pupils of everyone present shrank, and Lin Feng suddenly took out a glass bottle, the mouth of the bottle was downward, and the golden liquid flowed out, fell into the dish, and quickly covered the mapo tofu.

In the next second, a rich fragrance floated out, lingering in front of everyone, and an inexplicable affection emerged spontaneously.

Suddenly, not only the three judges who were tasting the magic mapo tofu, but also different images appeared in the minds of everyone present, but without exception, they were all about memories and dusty memories.

"This smell"

After a long time, Tangshan clenched his fists, pursed his lips, and his expression became solemn.

How could it be, how could it be possible that just dripping some golden yellow liquid could produce a scent that evokes his memories, this is simply unbelievable.

but

For a long time, Tangshan raised his head and looked at Lin Feng again. He couldn't possibly lose, how could he lose to such a kid.

Lin Feng was calm and relaxed, because as long as the three of them tasted Mapo tofu again, the outcome would be determined instantly.

In the same way, the three of Hojo Ninchi also picked up the spoons, scooped some tofu into the plate, and then slowly put them in their mouths and started chewing...

"Well"

Almost in no particular order, the faces of all three of them were filled with contented smiles when the tofu was imported.

The spiciness of chili, the fragrance of garlic sprouts, the burning sensation of the mouth, the tingling of the trembling tongue, the color of the dishes, and the crispness!

Yes, that kind of texture is crispy. Compared with Jiu Wo's good mapo tofu, the magical mapo tofu cooked by Lin Feng is really six in one, the wonderful ensemble of tofu and meat!

But why is it not Rou Mo'er, but it can give people the illusion of tasting meat?!