Chapter 873

"Hum, children's family, ask what this is for."

Zhang Ye a little embarrassed rolled a white eye son, don't have good spirit son of say.

"Cut, dare to pick up a girl son still dare not admit, really, coward."

Tina curled her lips and turned away to ignore him. The wives beside her all looked at Zhang Ye with a smile and a face of teasing.

"Well, eat."

Zhang Ye speechless changed the topic, and then turned into the restaurant.

Several wives and Tina also entered the restaurant, but they were all in a daze.

There are two dishes on the table, one is a big pot, and three fish are soaked in the thick soup pot. The incomparable fragrance is sent out from the soup pot, which makes people feel relaxed and happy when they smell it.

Another dish is even more magical. Zhang Ye uses seven or eight square plates to put together a long street view. The characters, streets and buildings inside are very exquisite and lifelike, which makes people feel as if they have seen those scenes with their own eyes.

At the same time, this dish is also sending out a strong smell of wheat, mixed with a stronger smell of cake, which is the smell of cake buildings.

"It's so fragrant and beautiful. Zhang Ye, you made all these?"

Tina turns her head excitedly and asks Zhang Ye in disbelief.

"Well, sit down and eat."

Zhang Ye waved his hand and asked everyone to sit down.

However, as soon as everyone sat down, Zhou Mengru was a little worried, especially when she saw the peace of the country and the people in front of her, she said with a smile:

"Xiaoye, what you did is too lifelike. I can't eat it. I always feel guilty."

"Yes, yes, Ono, I feel cannibal." Reina echoed.

Click!

At this time, Fang Zichen had already put chopsticks into her mouth and sent a foreign woman with blonde hair and blue eyes. Her bite was crackling.

Shua!

People's eyes immediately fell on her, with a look of some consternation.

"Zichen, you really have to talk." Feng Yan said with tears and laughter.

Fang Zichen slowly swallowed the food in his mouth, and said with a bland look:

"why don't you go down to your mouth? It's food. It's made of flour, but it's not a real person. Is it strange?"

Er!

All the girls were shocked again, but Tina said:

"sister Zichen, after all, you are eating a human shape. Don't you have any discomfort in your heart?"

"No, I don't need that inexplicable sense of guilt."

Fang Zichen said faintly. She didn't see the women's eyes looking at her. She put a husky shape in her mouth. After eating it, she said again:

"you watch killing movies on TV every day, kill people in novels and kill people when playing games. Now you feel guilty when you eat some pasta? Don't you think it's hypocritical? "

Er!

Fang Zichen has always been straight tempered, what to say, the girls did not feel that she was satirizing these people, and what she said was right.

After all, it's only pasta in front of us. It's because of Zhang Ye's craftsmanship. There's no need to feel guilty. It's not really for them to eat people.

What's more, as Fang Zichen said, we have been used to all kinds of criminal news in all kinds of news channels, and we have seen a lot of dark things, but now we have a sense of guilt towards pasta, which is really hypocritical.

But even so, we just tasted it, and chose trees, billboards and cars. Except for Fang Zichen and Zhang Ye, no one is as fierce as them.

At the end of this dish, there are a lot of things left. This is also the only case that Zhang Ye makes delicious food and is left with a lot of things.

Of course, Zhang Ye doesn't care at all, because this dish is just for the sake of food, it doesn't have to be eaten, and the taste is not so top-grade, so it doesn't matter if you don't eat it all.

However, it's different in all parts of the world. This dish has completely opened everyone's appetite.

The freshness of each kind of fish is different, and the taste is also slightly different. Maybe most people can't eat it, but now there are a table of congenital monks around the table. They have a keen sense of taste, and they can't eat it.

"Wow, it smells so good. It smells so good."

Tina is the first time to eat Zhang Ye's craftsmanship, immediately shocked.

The soft glutinous meat of the fish almost melts in her mouth, almost no need to refuse, but the accompanying soup is like sweet honey, smooth and fragrant. Even after flowing through her throat, there is still a strong smell in her throat, but there is no fishy taste at all.

The most valuable thing is that the three kinds of fish have different tastes. When eating meat, they can taste different flavors, but if they drink soup slowly, they can taste different flavors from the inside. The taste of sea fish is the most rich, so the first thing you can taste is the taste of yellow croaker. However, before the taste is completely dispersed, the taste of crucian carp comes up again. The two tastes begin to merge gradually, forming a new sense of hierarchy, and finally become the taste of carpWhen it comes up, the taste in the mouth becomes more hierarchical.

A mouthful of soup, several women in the mouth full half a minute, just slowly swallow.

"Hoo, Ono, your skill is really..."

Qin yaoyue shakes her head. She doesn't know what to say. Even though she has thousands of years of memory, she still prostrates herself in front of the world and is completely conquered by its wonderful and ever-changing taste.

"Yes, Ono, don't make this dish for others. It will really kill people." Huo Mingwei also said with a sigh.

She didn't mean that Zhang Ye's food was poisonous, but that his food was too addictive, just like drugs. After eating other things, it was like garbage, and he couldn't eat them at all. Didn't it drive people crazy.

Ha ha!

With a faint smile, Zhang Ye said:

"don't worry, when I make this dish in the future, I will add the forgetful grass."

Er!

All the women looked at Zhang Ye, who did not expect that he would be so bad, even want to use the forgetful grass to let the diners to reduce the memory of this food, so as to reduce the degree of obsession with it, but it does not affect the feeling of the diners when they taste the food.

But this is a way, or not a way. After all, Zhang Ye can't cook this dish in the kitchen all the time.

After dinner, sister Liu is still quick to clean up the dishes and chopsticks. As Huo Mingwei's housekeeper and nanny, she has been familiar with these things for a long time.

But today, instead of leaving the restaurant immediately, Zhang Ye turned to the kitchen and said to sister Liu, "Sister Liu, I have something to discuss with you. I hope you can agree."