The Mightiest Little Peasant

"Master, look at him like this, isn't it still an insult?"

"Master your dish, but it is recognized as the top delicacy. We all take pride in being able to eat the master's dish, but this guy, but he is arrogant, saying that it is just delicious. Isn't it insulting you?"

Han Lei shouted loudly.

The people around them also showed their approval.

Master Ding's complexion sank again, and his heart became more uncomfortable.

"Is this dish unpalatable? Should I change the table for you and change it to another cuisine?" Master Ding said.

The so-called turnip greens, each has its own love, maybe this kid does not like the fresh taste of Huaiyang cuisine.

Of course, this has happened in the past, but it is usually because of the face, it will not be said, and it will still be praised a few words, like this kid, it is directly expressed.

"No, it's fine. I like Huaiyang cuisine very much." Tang Hao didn't want to be troubled, so he smiled.

But Master Ding heard it, but it was a bit harsh.

Since I like to eat Huaiyang cuisine, it is impossible to be unpleasant, but even so, this guy still says that his dishes are just delicious, isn't he saying that his cooking is not good?

As a master, how could he not be arrogant.

He believes that he is already at the forefront of cooking, looking at the whole of China, which is top-notch, but at the moment, he is said to be impossible by a Maotou, even with his cultivation, he is also a little angry.

He calmed his face and said, "Little doll, the tone is quite big. If the dishes I cook are just delicious in your eyes, what else is really delicious?"

At this time, Han Lei sneered: "Master Ding, this guy, is a upstart from a small place. If you like nothing, you like to show it. You don't have to worry about him."

"Master Ding, your cooking skills, won the Z province, and the dishes made are all extremely delicious. With this kind of guy, how can you eat better."

"Yes, Master Ding, don't pay attention to this kind of guy!"

The crowd echoed, a deep-seated look.

Seeing this, Ling Wei was more embarrassed.

After a good meal, how could it be like this.

At this time, Tang Hao also froze his face and said: "Your dish is really just delicious. It is far from the real delicacy."

Master Ding almost laughed when he heard it.

And that Han Lei is a joy.

This kid is almost unobtrusive, and with this sentence, he will thoroughly provoke Master Mao.

Master Ding sneered and said, "Then you talk about what is really delicious!"

Tang Hao put down his chopsticks and said, "Okay, you want to see it, right. I'll make it for you now and let you try it."

As soon as this remark came out, the whole hall was quiet.

Everyone was stunned, and then they laughed like they heard a big joke.

"Haha! This kid is so funny!"

"He's crazy, dare to show ugliness in front of the master!"

Everyone laughed again and again.

Even Master Ding laughed, and he began to think that this guy had a problem with his head.

An 18-year-old boy said that he would make a dish and let his master taste what is really delicious. This is not a joke!

Ling Wei opened her mouth slightly and stayed there.

A pair of beautiful eyes wide open, staring at Tang Hao.

She was at a loss in her heart. Strictly speaking, she had not been in contact with Tang Hao for a while, but she knew that he was not a fanfare.

Is it... he really can cook?

However, even if it were, it could not be Master Ding's opponent!

"Good boy, the tone is so great! Yes, you can make it for me. I want to see how you can make a real delicacy for me." Master Ding said angrily.

At this time, the commotion in the hall had already spread to the kitchen, and many chefs came out. After hearing the incident, they all looked incredible.

"Haha! This kid is nothing more than that! The tone is so big, I see how embarrassing he is!"

Han Lei sat down, his heart dark.

Originally, he wanted to excite Master Ding and drove this guy out. Unexpectedly, this guy suddenly burst out of words and challenged Master Ding.

This is an idiot!

Han Lei secretly said.

"Boy, what are you going to do, I will let the kitchen prepare it for you." Master Ding said coldly.

Everyone around laughed, with some contempt.

"Just like him, even an apprentice here!"

Tang Hao pondered a little and said, "Are there any snakes here?"

Master Ding suddenly froze, "What are you going to do?"

"Snake soup!" Tang Hao said word by word.

Master Ding frowned, disdainful: "Snake meat is delicious, but it is still extremely difficult to make a good snake soup."

"There are still a few in the shop, let's kill one!" As he said, he looked at the group of chefs.

At the moment, two people responded and entered the kitchen.

In their store, the eight major cuisines are complete, and the snake is a regular visitor to Cantonese cuisine.

"Speak, what else do you need?"

"Winter bamboo shoots, shiitake mushrooms, ham, tofu..." Tang Hao sent a series of condiments.

Master Ding nodded: "No problem, I let them prepare."

"And angelica, ginseng..." Tang Hao sent a lot of herbs.

Master Ding suddenly stunned, a little stunned.

"What are you doing?"

"Naturally is to make medicinal diet!" Tang Hao said.

Master Ding almost laughed out loud.

Medicinal diet, which must bring a little smell of medicine, can only be regarded as functional food, which is delicious.

This guy first talked about making delicious food, and now talks about making medicinal food, which is self-contradictory.

"Okay, I'll let people buy it!" Master Ding waved his hand, and someone wrote the medicinal materials on the book and went out.

"Tang Hao, are you really going to do it?" Ling Wei leaned over and whispered.

"Nature!" Tang Hao said lightly.

With that said, he stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

Master Ding snorted and followed.

Han Lei and others also stood up and followed, preparing to read jokes.

When you enter the kitchen, you will find the necessary materials and tableware, which are all ready and placed on the stove.

Tang Hao cut the condiments first before the snake flesh and herbs arrived.

He walked aside, looked at the knives, chose a handy one, and stood in front of the stove.

Then, he picked up a piece of bamboo shoot and weighed it a few times.

"Yo! The posture is quite sufficient!" Some chefs sneered.

In their view, this kid is afraid that even the lowest-level apprentices here are not as good, but they want to show up in front of so many chefs. Isn't this a joke!

Tang Hao glanced coldly at them, and then tossed the bamboo shoot.

Everyone looked at it and laughed harder.

This kid wants to show off his skills!

But then, their faces froze, their smiles suddenly frozen.

In their sight, the kid gently raised his hand, as if understatement, randomly scratched a few knives, and the piece of bamboo shoots in the air suddenly disintegrated.

Then, brushing the brush, the knife shines like electricity, dancing out a cold light.

The knife was incredibly fast and dazzling.

Can be partial, that movement, but so floating.

During the dance of the sword light, the strands of bamboo shoots flew down, about an inch long, as thin as hair.

Suddenly, the whole kitchen fell into silence.