v2 Chapter 237： Who will cut

"Well, roast suckling pig!" Pei Shenghua can always say the words of surprise in front of everyone.

"Cannonball, this is a dip, please use it slowly." The waiter said, "May I help you cut it?"

"No, let's just come." Pei Shenghua laughed. Their tables were either professional chefs or veteran diners, and they let others cut their hands and say that they were just going to make others laugh.

The waiter also put the iron pan with the knife on the table. Pei Shenghua handed a knife to Wu Deyan, and he picked up one himself and said, "Lao, cut it together?"

"You save it, have you ever eaten cannon dolphins, don't cut the knife blindly, I'll cut it." Tong Deyan said, stood up, pointed the knife at the pig's belly, and cut the pig's belly with a knife.

The abdomen is rich in ingredients, and has absorbed the fat of broth and suckling pigs successively and has a fragrant smell. Wu Deyan cut a few more knives on different parts of the suckling pig to separate the meat in each part. The pork was still sizzling when the pork was cut. The outer focus was tender and the sound was extremely tempting.

"Professional, old man, it seems that you usually do not eat less!" Pei Shenghua sighed.

Tong Deyan turned his attention to Xu Cheng's table. The diners at the table except Xia Muyi were definitely not as professional as Qi Deyan.

"Do you need help?" Wu Deyan asked.

"Trouble, Master." A diner laughed.

In terms of treating diners, Tong Deyan and Xia Muzhen are still alike. The chef doesn't need to give face, but the diners must be good guests.

As before, Wu Deyan moved very quickly on his hands. After a few knives, the cannonball on the table was well sliced. After processing the dolphins, Wu Deyan sat back in place. If he had nothing to eat and eat, he could also praise Pei Shenghua and praise Jiang Weiming's artillery dolphins' materials and heat.

Another table chef: ...

They all knew in their hearts that they did not know why they had offended Yan Deyan, and a few of them were puzzled. They clearly said bad things in their backs, how could it seem that Yan Deyan knew everything. The two chefs holding knives at the table next to each other were indifferent, staring at each other, hesitant.

As the so-called hit shirt is not scary, who is ugly and embarrassed. People have to die better than they can. These two happened to be in a situation of ugliness, death, and throwing.

With Dean Yanzhuyu in front, the two of them cut the dolphins again and it seemed to be a bit of a mess, either the chef or the food critic was sitting there, and this one was ashamed.

"Why, you both don't want to cut the cannonball in this shop?" Wu Deyan started to pick things.

Pei Shenghua was eating pork while sitting and eating pork.

The arrow had to be fired on the string, and the two chefs with the knife had to bite their teeth and start cutting.

The technology is actually okay, but it seems a little tricky compared to Yun Deyan.

"This cannonball is a bit interesting. The ingredients are fresh enough. The duck meat should have been roasted in advance. The pigeon meat has been brushed with honey. When mixed with pork, it can still have a flavor of jujube. Wonderful!" Diners praised.

"It should be made by filling dates in pig belly with ancient methods and then refilling them." Xu Cheng analyzed. "This is the first time I have eaten this kind of practice, which is an eye-opener."

"I also ate it for the first time. I didn't expect that the jujube and suckling pigs were a perfect match. I don't know which master made it. I never saw it before," the diner echoed.

"This is the old method of Taifeng Tower. It is never learned from family," Xia Mu shouted.

"Old method? Master Xia, you mean, the owner of this house is Mrs. Li ..." Some diners know the relationship between Xia Muzhen and Taifeng Tower, and also the relationship between Jiang Huiqin and Taifeng Tower.

"Return to the original owner," Xia Mu shouted.

The diner suddenly realized.

"What belongs to the original owner?" The next person asked.

The diner whispered to him the complicated relationship.

"What's that over there?" While Pei Shenghua happily happily, she was keenly aware of the gossip around her.

Tong Deyan ignored him, chopsticks stayed in the air, his eyes kept looking forward.

Pei Shenghua looked down his line of sight, and saw five waiters, each of whom had a casserole in his hand. The lid was tightly closed, and no smell was scattered.

"My obedient, isn't it what I think?" Pei Shenghua whispered, "Five at a time, extravagant."

"What does it look like?" Zhu Chang looked up, and saw the casserole in the hands of the five waiters, also choked. "It seems to be what you think."

"What does it look like?" The chef next to him asked curiously.

"You'll know right away," Zhu Chang said.

The five casseroles were also attracted to the reporter's table, mainly because these casseroles looked quite large. In association with the oversized casserole with eight treasures brought up before, this was a reporter who made a living by writing stories We can't help but think.

"Willn't the last dish be porridge?" A reporter working on a news site known for storytelling opened his mind.

"It's too perfunctory if it's porridge."

"Maybe this shop's porridge is special. I think Mr. Xu's Babao porridge has just been very good."

"Reasonably, it's reasonable to have porridge and drink porridge to relieve tiredness."

"..."

The casserole was brought to the table.

"Wattwa flower carving chicken, please use slowly." The waiter unveiled.

Most of the people present changed their face, from surprise, unbelievable, to waking up in their dreams, and finally ecstatic. Some lay reporters didn't know what this dish meant, so they took the camera and camcorder to prepare Take a picture.

"This dish doesn't need to be filmed, everyone is better to sit down and enjoy it." The reporter of the food magazine who talked to reporter Hu before said, took up the chopsticks, clipped the chopsticks, and carved the chicken, and sent them to the mouth with a look of intoxication.

"Reporter Fu, what do you mean by this, what's wrong with this dish?" Asked reporter Zhu, who was attacked by Jiang Shouyi with stunt money because of a perforated stomach.

"Reporter Fu is right. Just writing the name of this dish is enough to make a sensation. That's the taste. You can't go wrong. Let's just sit down and eat delicious food. I'm afraid that if we miss this time, we won't have a chance again. I ate. "Because the elderly mother was hospitalized with a cerebral infarction and was in touch with Jiang Shouzhen. Finally, editor-in-chief Xiao, who was still being attacked by money, also picked up chopsticks, sat down, and pinched a piece of flower-carved chicken, just like an ordinary diner. Fine tasting.

Other reporters seemed to know how to sit down, picked up chopsticks, and thought about eating a piece first ~ www.novelhall.com ~ After eating, check with your mobile phone what is unusual about this tiled altar chicken. A name is enough to make a splash.

At the entrance of the dish, everyone had forgotten the previous cranky thoughts, what mobile phone and what data were thrown behind their heads. In their heads, there were only flower-carved chickens, and only the golden, bright and tempting chicken nuggets in the casserole.

All reporters screamed in their hearts.

Well, it's so delicious!

This flower-carved chicken is **** delicious!

There are actually gorgeous chickens in the world!

Fat and proper, fresh and silky, sweet and seductive, and the special aroma, eat into your mouth, keep in mind, this wonderful taste, the perfect fusion of wine and chicken, the rich and juicy taste, jade Pan Zhenxuan is no different.

The reporters of the previous dish have not eaten any warm food. In their opinion, Taifeng House is just a newly opened high-end restaurant. It doesn't matter if you eat or not, but they regretted after they tasted the tiled chicken.

Looking at the dishes that are half cold, their hearts are as cold as the dishes on the table.

Why, why did they miss the whole table for the last banquet photo!

What did they just do?

Take a photo.

Shoot decoration.

Think of manuscripts.

Talk about gossip.

The cameraman Xiao Tang felt two tears in his heart.

Reporter Hu watched the tears on the table.

Wait, the dolphins, the dolphins haven't moved the knife yet, they should still be warm!

Reporter Hu woke up like a dream, ecstatic, and started shooting.

"Who ... who would cut a dolphin?" Reporter Hu asked.

For a moment, all eyes were on the cannon in the center of the table.

The color is amber, and it is real gold.

It's delicious at first glance!

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