The pet king of the city

"It's delicious, it's perfect!"

"The taste of this kumquat royal jelly is better than the juice made by Brother Lie before!"

A happy smile appeared on Gu Xiaoyu's face.

Liu Yifeng also praised: "The boss is so good, he even does the royal food."

"What royal meal?"

Old Li, who had just walked to the door, looked at Chen Lie suspiciously.

Lao Li still carried the familiar Fatty An and Wang Yishan behind him.

"You made a coincidence."

"Come and try my new and improved dessert."

Chen Lie is not surprised to see such a lineup.

If the top of the gastronomy showdown, without the participation of Fatty An, the Southwestern chef, and Wang Yishan, the seed of genius, it would definitely lose its color.

"That's really our luck."

Old Li and the others still have fresh memories of Chen Lie.

There is no hypocritical politeness.

They also shared a cup.

Wang Yishan commented: "The finest queen bee honey is made from warm brewing, and the taste is extremely sweet. No one dares to say anything about this kind of dessert when a state banquet is given to a foreign president."

"Queen bee honey is the material, and even a basic chef can make delicious."

"The skills and creativity in this dessert are the soul."

Fatty An also sighed: "When the kumquat meat is mashed, it is not very finely beaten and keeps a little grainy. This trick is like a finishing touch, instantly strengthening the taste countless times."

Lao Li also praised: "Obviously, the honey and rock candy would be very sweet, but Xiaolie's blocking was well controlled, and it didn't make people feel tired."

"Speaking of this, I admire Mr. Chen even more."

Fatty An sighed: "I remember that honey orange water is a specialty food of a certain place, but it is water. Unlike Mr. Chen, it is made into a slurry, which greatly increases the taste and strengthens the taste of the product."

"The rock sugar makes the kumquat puree sticky during the cooking process."

Wang Yishan followed and sighed: "According to the truth, it is sticky to pulp. This requires a lot of rock candy, but Mr. Chen is sweet but not tiresome. This scale is really amazing."

"Well, don't bother to praise Xiaolie."

"Close to the subject."

Old Li looked at Chen Lie and asked, "Xiao Lie, I heard that you rejected the invitation of [God of Cooking]."

"Ok."

Chen Lie answered indifferently.

He didn't expect that he just refused last night, and Mr. Li knew it today.

"I said it."

Fatty An said: "I just arrived at the venue today to register for the competition, and by the way, I asked what celebrity chefs were participating. I didn't hear Mr. Chen's name, so I hurried over with Yishan to take a look."

In order to make the word [God of Cooking] more truly deserved.

The competition has evolved from a mere heads-up to a traditional food competition.

Whether it is North Qiaoshan or Nantong, they have agreed to add a strong opponent to compete with them.

Of course, this opponent must stand out from the sea of ​​celebrity chefs from all over the country.

Even the famous Southwestern chef Wang An Fatty, the golden spoon and the silver spoon, which have a high status in the food world, all have to face the challenges of others.

"It's just that there is no time."

Chen Lie answered simply.

But this was regarded as perfunctory by Mr. Li, and he only heard Mr. Li's dissatisfied question: "Xiao Lie, why are you not participating? With your strength, you are absolutely qualified to compete with Bei Qiaoshan and Nan Nantong. ."

"Yes, JP country genius chef Tobe Saburo, JP country Ramen Emperor are all your defeaters."

"Plus, a little chef, Wang Leiyuan, is convinced by you."

Wang Yishan said: "You are more qualified to challenge the throne of the God of Cooking than the two of us."

Fatty An raised his hand and said, "Although I don't want to admit it, what Yishan said is true."

"You are absurd."

Chen Lie saw that A Bao was pushing himself again, and decisively refused: "A Bao, no more, you have already drunk two glasses, you can't get more."

Abao was immediately disappointed.

However, Mr. Li and the others are really disappointed.

The more Chen Lie did not care, the more unwilling they were.

Take Fatty An as an example. He desperately wants to fight for the title, but in Chen Lie's eyes it is dispensable. Would Fatty An be willing?

Old Li reminded: "Xiao Lie, there are still three days before the deadline for registration, and the way of the competition has not been finalized. You can think about it."

"Ok."

Chen Lie nodded repeatedly.

He looked at the time and asked, "Lao Li, the time is almost the same, why don't you stay and have a light meal?"

"No."

"We have an appointment with other chefs."

Fatty An and Wang Yishan refused.

Old Li shook his head and replied: "The old man really wanted to, but the old man accepted the invitation of the organizing committee and had to study the specific mode of the competition."

"Ok."

Chen Lie can only bid farewell to these three enthusiastic friends.

"Abao!"

Chen Lie turned his head and found that A Bao was actually pushing the chair because he couldn't reach the big stew pot, preparing to raise it up and eat it.

Eat stealthily.

It's not the first time anyway.

But the problem is that the big stew is still hot. What if you accidentally knock it over?

Besides, Po is so clumsy, it would be even more dangerous no matter how you look at it.

The impatient Chen Lie, ignoring the shock of the world, rushed over with a thunderous step, passed under A Bao's extended arms, and turned with skill, and A Bao was turned to the ground by this strange force. .

"Mr. Chen is so fast."

"Soon and very clever hand, it seems that Mr. Chen's sword skills are also terrible."

When Wang Yishan and Fatty An turned their heads when they heard the sound, seeing this scene, they did not find the essence of it.

Old Li's focus is different.

He seemed to have discovered something, smiled leisurely, but didn't reveal it, so he went out first in a happy manner.

"Abao! You really are!"

Ren Qing, who was terribly scared, came over and blamed: "If you accidentally knocked over you just checked, what should you do if it gets hot?"

Abao was aggrieved.

"Abao, don't be so greedy anymore."

"Mine is for you."

Xiao Lan was very clever to offer her kumquat royal jelly.

How could A Bao be polite, holding it in both hands thiefly.

A dark shadow suddenly shrouded...

(Khan, I stayed up so late without knowing it, and I forgot the doctor's instructions)