The opening sign to a mother-in-law of the richest man

"Foodies!" Su Yunzi made a face at Su Xinyao.

"Sixth sister, you laugh at me every time, but every time you eat more than me." Su Xinyao expressed grievance.

"Yaoyao, go back and cook it for you."

Chen Feng looked at the sister Hua who was teasing each other and said with a smile: "I'll go to the bathroom."

Wang Gang, who was chatting with Liu Zhaoqing, saw Chen Feng walking out of the dressing room, whispered a few words to Liu Zhaoqing, and then followed out.

Inside the bathroom.

Chen Feng just unzipped the zipper.

Wang Gang walked to him and said with a smile, "Chef Chen, you took the first place in the first round, congratulations."

Chen Feng smiled faintly: "This is also thanks to the mercy of your two chefs."

Wang Gang snorted coldly.

"Chef Chen, what dishes are you going to do in the second round, have you thought about it now?"

"No." Chen Feng was curious, "Do you still need to think about it in advance?"

Wang Gang scolded his mother in his heart, but still smiled on his face: "Chef Chen is very talented, and ordinary people like us are naturally incomparable. So, you are very confident of winning this competition."

Chen Feng clearly heard that he had something to say.

Close the zipper, Chen Feng walked to the sink and said faintly: "Just say what you want to say."

"Hey, Chef Chen is really smart."

Wang Gang walked to Chen Feng and said in a low voice: "This time in the God of Cooking Contest, one Liu Niu is gone, and the remaining Liu Zhaoqing is actually not competitive. Therefore, the final championship is still the focus of you and me. Between the two."

Chen Feng looked around, and there were only two of them in the entire bathroom.

He pretended to be afraid: "Chef Wang will kill me, right?"

"No, no, Chef Chen, you worry too much, is Wang Gang like that?"

Wang Gang raised his hand and patted Chen Feng's shoulder, his stubby but strong fingers secretly used hard.

"Chef Chen, it is true that I participated in the God of Cooking Hegemony, the purpose is to come to the championship, I have been a chef in Tianxiangju for more than ten years, the current annual salary is 300,000."

Wang Gang raised his hand and compared three fingers.

"But if I can win the championship, after I go back, my annual salary can rise to at least 500,000 yuan, maybe more."

Chen Feng smiled and looked at Wang Gang's outstretched palm, five fingers full of calluses and scars.

"Chef Wang, what do you mean by saying these things to me?"

Wang Gang blinked: "Chef Chen, you are a smart man, I think you don't understand what I mean."

Chen Feng smiled harmlessly.

"You are young, and there will be opportunities in the future. Rongcheng will hold the God of Cooking Competition every year. I tell you so clearly, as long as you give me this year of the God of Cooking, I will not come to join you in the future. competition."

Chen Feng chuckled, "If you say this, you are not afraid of me recording?"

"Don't worry, as long as you give me the God of Cooking, I will have your benefits."

Wang Gang held up five fingers confidently and said, "After everything is done, I will give you fifty thousand."

Chen Feng didn't bother to take care of it, so he strode out of the bathroom.

Wang Gang immediately caught up and pressed Chen Feng's shoulder: "I'll give you another 30,000, a total of 80,000, how about it?"

There is no wave on Chen Feng's face.

Seeing that Chen Feng was still not moved, Wang Gang bit his teeth and added 20,000 more: "One hundred thousand!"

Seeing Wang Gang's persistence, Chen Feng smiled and said, "Chef Wang, I'm not interested in whether I can win the championship. I just want to make delicious food that everyone can recognize with my strength."

He looked at Wang Gang's ridiculously flushed face: "I am even less interested in the money you said, because one hundred thousand yuan is not counted as money for me."

After speaking, Chen Feng strode out of the bathroom, and Ren Wanggang stayed in a daze.

Back to the dressing room.

Su Xinyao ran up holding a bottle of Tenenglu milk with a straw inserted, and fed it to Chen Feng: "Brother Xiaofeng, drink milk!"

Su Xinyan saw Wang Gang and Chen Feng going out at the same time, but Wang Gang had not yet returned, and asked curiously: "Xiao Feng, have you met Wang Gang?"

"I met in the bathroom and chatted a little bit." Chen Feng smiled and drank milk, "This milk is good, it's delicious."

Su Xinyao raised her chin triumphantly: "Then you won't see who fed it to you?"

Su Xinyan was relieved to see that Chen Feng was still talking and laughing after returning, and there was nothing unusual.

Soon, the half-hour break was over, and the second round of the God of Cooking Hegemony began.

Just after Wang came back from the bathroom, his whole person appeared very unconscious, even a little absent-minded when cutting vegetables, looked at Chen Feng from time to time, and almost cut his fingers several times.

Liu Zhaoqing comforted: "Chef Wang, I think you must be the God of Cooking this year. Although the kid won the first round, he is not as good as you in terms of strength. You must not be under pressure."

"Humph!" Wang Gang snorted coldly.

Liu Zhaoqing blinked his eyes and asked curiously: "You and that kid went to the bathroom at the same time. When you came back, I felt that something was wrong with you. Did the kid say something to you?"

"hiss--"

This time, Wang Gang really cut his finger.

Here, Chen Feng is concentrating on preparing food for the second round.

This time, what he is going to do is a seemingly simple homemade fish-flavored tofu.

Cut the tofu and place it on a plate for later use. Chen Feng began to chop the ginger, garlic and green onion.

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Pour hot oil into the pot, pour the minced pork into the low heat and stir fry. When the pork is fat, add the onion, ginger, garlic and pickled pepper and fry until fragrant.

Immediately, Chen Feng poured half a cup of secret broth into the pot, added the diced tofu and boiled over medium heat.

The rich aroma permeated the entire kitchen.

Wang Gang shook his hand holding the spatula and couldn't help but look at Chen Feng, dripping sweat on his forehead.

"This kid took a tofu contest and laughed so hard at me. What did he win?" Liu Zhaoqing sneered on the side.

Chen Feng met Wang Gang's gaze and turned to a low fire with a smile. When the soup was almost dry, he added water and starch to thicken.

The soup becomes thicker and thicker as it is cooked, and the aroma becomes stronger and stronger.

Chen Feng sprinkled a handful of finely chopped green onion on it, turned off the heat, took out the pot, and put it on the plate.

A delicious fish-flavored soft tofu is done.

Wang Gang felt even more anxious when he saw that Chen Feng's dishes had been prepared.

He originally prepared a complicated and exquisite dish, but he spent a long time studying it exclusively.

Originally wanted to surprise everyone on the stage of the God of Cooking, and win the championship in one fell swoop, but now, he has cut his hands twice, was scalded by the hot pot three times, and put the wrong seasoning n times. This dish is very difficult to complete smoothly.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Zhaoqing's white sauce catfish was also successfully completed.

"Chef Wang, don't worry, there is still time." Liu Zhaoqing pretended to comfort him.

But in fact, the more hurried Wang Gang was, the more proud he was. He said, this time, his God of Cooking will be stable!