Chapter 1212

Yes, all this is Fu Zhendong can prepare, in order to press Qin Luo's little tail down from the sky.

So things are going well.

After finishing all this, Fu Zhendong made a gesture of "Professor Cameron, please..."

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as usual, the business of Yanjing Hotel is still booming.

Diners from all over the world gather here to enjoy the delicious food feast.

"There is another problem in Yanjing Hotel. If anyone can solve the problem, he can get 100000 yuan in cash. Unfortunately, it was solved half a year ago. Otherwise, we can try..."

At the dinner table, Fu Zhendong said with a smile.

Dining table has a special meaning in China. It is not only a place to eat, but also a place to socialize. No matter what kind of friendship, a meal is always a brother.

"Fu Yuan would like to know who took the prize?" Hearing Fu Zhendong's words, Qin Luo's eyes narrowed.

"You know?" Fu Zhendong is interested.

Yanjing Hotel, almost all Yanjing people know that countless people are on the spot to solve the mystery, Fu Zhendong is no exception, of course, he is interested.

"Of course, I was there when I solved the mystery." Qin Luo shrugged his shoulders and didn't say with a smile.

"Oh?" Hearing Qin Luo's words, Fu Zhendong became more interested.

He never thought Qin Luo was the witness of the mystery.

"Who is it?" Fu Zhendong asked curiously.

Who?

Speaking out, you may not believe that, far in the horizon, near in front of your eyes, is Ben Xueba.

Although he thought so, Qin Luo didn't say it directly.

Wang Po sold melons and boasted about this kind of thing. From a Xueba's mouth, it simply lowered Qin Luo's force.

"Guess..." Qin Luo said with a smile.

Guess?

Shentemo "guess", the vast sea of people, how to guess? Do you want the hundred family names to come out and guess slowly?

"Give me a range?" After a long hesitation, Fu Zhendong spat out these words.

Scope?

Qin Luo's eyes around the hotel, and then seriously said: "he is in this hotel."

Right here?

Fu Zhendong's eyes flashed a trace of essence.

For a moment, he had a resolution in his heart.

The person who can solve the puzzle must be a person with excellent cooking skills. How many people can there be here? Apart from the hotel's own chef, there are very few people left.

Soon Fu Zhendong fixed his eyes on a middle-aged man.

Chief Quanjude!

"Is it Master Zhang of Quanjude?" Fu Zhendong said confidently.

Quanjude? Master Zhang?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm forced to be surnamed Qin.

"No Qin Luo shook his head.

"Is that Sheraton's Master Liu?"

"No!"

Not yet?

Fu Zhendong looks around. There are only two chefs in the hotel. Who else would there be?

All of a sudden, the rest of his eyes held back the smile of Qin Luo's mouth.

Emmmm, is it Qin Luo?

But think about it, Fu Zhendong shook his head.

He didn't remember Qin Luo's special talent in the kitchen.

After hesitating for a moment, Fu Zhendong began to ask, "Qin Luo, tell me directly, who is that man?"

To tell you the truth, Qin Luo doesn't want to pretend to be forced, but he always accompanies Qin Luo.

"That man's surname is Qin!" Qin Luo said with a smile.

Fu Zhendong:???

Qin?

Is there a chef surnamed Qin here?