Chapter 32

"What? Eighteen younger brother, you don't know that you will lose. Give up Everyone was stunned to hear Ye Hao's words, and looked at Ye Hao strangely. The fourth prince asked directly.

At the same time, the fourth Prince is also worried that if the second prince is allowed to win the shop easily, then the second prince will have the advantage again.

"Hao'er, no nonsense."

Ye batian said seriously, he also thinks that Ye Hao has given up from the bottom of his heart.

"Father, you will know after the contest."

Ye Hao didn't expect that ye batian didn't think much of himself. Looking at the second prince's stable posture, Ye Hao couldn't get used to it: "you compare with my second brother's men, let him point, don't let him lose too ugly."

Ye Hao points to a waitress, who is one of the five middle-level chefs. After all, ye batian is so optimistic about leisure, so he must have something extraordinary, but one middle-level chef is absolutely enough.

"Too much deception!" Kangle angrily said that he didn't expect that Ye Hao would humiliate him with a woman. It's not certain whether a woman can pick up the iron pot or not. He came to compete with himself. You know, the iron pot used by the chef is not the same as that of ordinary people.

It's a man who doesn't exercise for a long time and can't take it up. As a result, Ye Hao takes a yellow haired girl to humiliate him. He also says that he should let himself know. If he doesn't worry about Ye Hao's identity, Kang Le has to work hard with Ye Hao.

"Don't be angry about your leisure. Your highness will be greatly rewarded if you win." Although the second prince also felt that Ye Hao humiliated himself, he was more sure that Ye Hao was poor, so he would win, and he was in a good mood.

"In this case, we might as well compete outside to broaden our horizons." The second prince wants Ye Hao to make a fool of himself in public. Of course, he can't go to the back kitchen.

After a while, the people who see you can't even take up the pot. I'll see if you dare to be arrogant.

They all shook their heads and sighed. After all, Ye Hao had a good impression on everyone, but he was too young to gamble for a while. Although they couldn't bear to see Ye Hao lose, they wanted to see Kangle's cooking skills.

Jiutianlou is well known in the capital, but it's not something that ordinary people can afford. This recreation has a certain reputation, and it's also Guan Zhendong's Apprentice. The cooking skills must be extraordinary. Since they can't afford it, they want to broaden their horizons.

Ye batian could not disobey the public opinion, so he had to order people to quickly build two stoves at the door, and soon the two stoves had been built.

"You start!" Ye batian and the princes sat down and said.

"Little girl, I'll let you order it or not." Kangle looks at Xiaomeng provocatively.

Xiao Meng doesn't like him at all.

"Hum." Kangle gave a cold hum, started to cut vegetables and side dishes, and then caught a fire. He acted in one go. At first sight, he was a person with good cooking skills.

"It seems that Kangle's cooking skills are on the rise." Guan Zhendong touched his chin and said with satisfaction.

On the other hand, Xiaomeng stood still, staring at Kangle.

"Eighteen younger brother, your men won't be scared silly, will they?" The second prince said cruelly.

"Can she, your highness?" Zhou's heart is also a bit drumming, asked in a low voice.

"Don't worry."

Soon, on the other side of Kangle, a dish was ready. The air was filled with the fragrance of the dish. But Xiao Meng began to do it, but he was slowly cleaning up and washing things.

Kangle looked at Xiaomeng disdainfully. Just about to laugh again, he saw that the kitchen knife in Xiaomeng's hand had been waving. The knife was like running water, as if dancing. People rubbed their eyes and didn't believe what happened in front of them.

After a while, more than a dozen kinds of vegetables in front of us were cut into different shapes, or strips, or dices, or slices, or silk... And fell on the plate in front of us one by one.

"This little girl also has this kind of knife work. It's good, it's good." Ye batian praised repeatedly.

Even Guan Zhendong was a little surprised. He couldn't compare himself with the Dao craftsmanship. Is it true that ye Guozhen has hidden dragon and crouching tiger? In fact, Guan Zhendong is not to blame. The Dao craftsmanship of the world's chefs is not as particular as that of modern earth.

The speed of the knife is fast enough. It's OK to cut fast and hard. Most of them are thinking about how to make the food taste good. No one will work hard on the knife work.

"Don't worry, the second prince. I've been using this knife for more than ten years. This girl is not old enough. She only focuses on the study of knife craftsmanship, but she certainly can't cook." Guan Zhendong saw the worry on the second prince's face and said what he thought.

"And you see, the stove is so hot that even I dare not do it." Seeing Xiaomeng's action, Guan Zhendong said more definitely.

The second prince was a little relieved.

But then, Xiaomeng quickly made dishes after dishes, and they were all unheard of, one dish for one, one hundred dishes for one, fresh and mellow, spicy and spicy. And every dish, like a work of art, is placed in front of everyone.

After finishing, quickly carved a few ornaments on each plate, each carving is lifelike.

"What's this dish?" Guan Zhendong was shocked. Just smelling the fragrance, people were salivating. They knew that this woman's cooking skills were not inferior to her. Was she really just a waitress? How old was she.

"Bring it to me quickly!" Ye batian said eagerly.

In mainland China, there are so many kinds of dishes. They have always stuck to the same pattern. However, all the dishes made by Xiao Meng are new. Ye batian can't wait to try them.

"My father, this is Yuxiang shredded pork"

"It's called kung pao chicken."

"This is a couple's lung slice."

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Ye Hao is also very happy to see ye batian eating. How to say, this is his father, because Xiaomeng is a Sichuan chef, and all his cooking is Sichuan cuisine. Ye Hao introduces it one by one.

Ye batian has the Kung Fu to deal with Ye Hao. He is a typical eater. He forgets his son when he has something to eat. He has a bit of imperial appearance on his body. He is wolfing down the jade dishes in front of him.

Every dish is delicious and fragrant. It wanders on the tip of everyone's nose. Looking at the emperor's delicious food, they all secretly swallow their saliva. Even Guan Zhendong's eyes are placed between the plates.

It's the most embarrassing for Kangle to stand by the stove and look at the dishes in the pot. It's not right to cook or not to cook. No one is looking at himself. Everyone is staring at ye batian and the dishes that are about to be eaten up on the table.

Guan Zhendong looks at Xiaomeng and his eyes are shining. If such a good young man reaches jiutianlou, he will definitely make a great contribution. Then his position in jiutianlou will rise in a straight line. As for Ye Hao, he doesn't pay attention at all. He believes that Xiaomeng will never refuse as long as he makes an offer.

"You guys fire for me." Ye Hao looked at the ministers, looking at himself, and pointed to the remaining intermediate chefs with satisfaction.