Chapter 79

He wants to see if a high school student can make it.

As a top chef with lv4 cooking level, I can make you scare your teeth out.

Qin Luo took a knife and fork, slowly cut it, and then picked up one of them and tasted it.

Song Qiaodong's eyes swept over Qin Luo's face, and saw that his face was still as usual, and the sneer on his face became more and more intense.

”Put on airs. < BR, the taste buds of the "four flavors" of "Luoqin" are overflowing.

At this moment, he is completely immersed in the feast of taste.

Onion, ginger, garlic, eggs, oil consumption

The names of a variety of ingredients appear in Qin Luo's brain like a slide.

What makes Qin Luo wonder is that these are just the most common ingredients, which are well-known ingredients, and can never become a secret recipe.

There should be something else, Qin Luo once again picked up a ball and put it into his mouth.

All of a sudden, the name of traditional Chinese medicine appeared in Qin Luo's brain! Licorice!

No wonder the balls with a different sweet than sugar, the original is licorice!

One minute

Two minutes

Five minutes

Qin Luo was still immersed in the feast of taste.

He did not see feng Huadong's face getting darker and darker, nor did he see the unbridled laughter on Song Qiaodong's face.

Just when both of them were about to break out, Qin Luo suddenly opened his eyes.

"Done!"

Done? Is it solved?

Ha ha, it is to recognize the reality.

All of a sudden, everyone's eyes are focused on Qin Luo's body, curious, disdainful

Qin Luo waved to the waiter behind him and said with a smile, "give this paper to your boss."

As he said this, he took out paper from his pocket and drew a grass.

A grass? That's the answer.

If Qin Luo's brain was not confirmed, Feng Huadong would even think that Qin Luo was a psychosis.

"Just a moment." The waiter turned and left.

"Ha ha, classmate, you don't think that drawing a grass is even a recipe?" Song Qiaodong said with a sneer.

Ma De, if you draw a grass, you can take away 100000. His teacher is wrong. He draws grass every day, 100 plants, 1000 plants Before long, he is richer than a cloud!

"Mr. Song, this grass is not an ordinary grass, but a grass worth 100000 yuan." Qin Luo shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile.

Once again, song Qiaodong was silenced by Qin Luo's words.

Feng Huadong's face turned red, not because he was angry, but because he was funny.

Qin Luo's mouth is too poisonous, but he likes it very much.

"You, hum..." Song Qiaodong fiercely gouged out Qin Luo one eye, did not speak, but the chill in the eyes is, more and more prosperous.

I want to see how you end up, he sneers in his heart.

Did not let everyone wait for long, the waiter quickly with a middle-aged man rushed over.

"Who painted this picture?" The middle-aged man glanced at the crowd and asked.

"The play begins." Song Qiaodong's eyes flashed a hint of banter.

"Me." Qin Luo raised his hand and said.

Although the person who knew the secret recipe was young, Liang Bo was still shocked when he saw Qin Luo's immature face.

This dish has already baffled the top chefs from all over the world, but now it has been cracked by a high school student.

After a long time, Liang Bo responded. He quickly took out a check from his pocket and sent it to Qin Luo.

"Classmate, you deserve it." Liang Bo said with a smile.

Stupid eyes, completely stupid eyes.

Whether it is the southwest team-mates, or the central China team's enemy, at the moment like a wooden man in general Leng in place.

Qin Luo actually solved the mystery and solved the secret recipe that baffled the top chefs.

Damn it, how can it be! Song Qiaodong's eyes were black and he almost fainted.

Once upon a time, he was still waiting for the opening of a good play. The good play did begin, but the result was quite different from what he imagined.

Qin Luo not only did not make a joke, but also startled people's eyes.

What the hell is going on here! A random drawing of a broken grass solved the mystery and got 100000.

"Lie. Trough, what's the situation..."

"Don't ask me, I feel like I'm dreaming."

This is what the central China team said.

"Mad, there are real talents in the world!"

"Big man, worthy of being a big man, the upper hall and the lower kitchen."

"Give me tea..."

"Shine your shoes for the boss..."

Give tea, polish shoesCongratulations on the success of the host and the worship of learning dregs. Xueba value + 111