Master Zhou picked up the chopsticks and stretched them tremblingly to this perfect boiled cabbage that he didn't even have the courage to move the chopsticks. He was afraid that his chopsticks would destroy this artwork in his eyes.

Finally, after Wu Laiyi's chopsticks broke the "beauty of art", master Zhou picked up the spoon and began to taste it.

When he dissolved the first mouthful of soup into his mouth, his eyes closed, and the whole person was absorbed and calm, as if savoring it carefully.

The warm and soft soup kept turning in his mouth. The expression on his face was very happy and intoxicated. His whole body was immersed in it and enjoyed it there.

"It's OK. It's not as delicious as I expected. It seems that it's not very successful." Wu Laipin tasted it and said dissatisfied.

This is not successful?!

Master Zhou quickly opened his eyes and said, "Wu Lai, your boiled cabbage has reached an unprecedented level, which can be said to be very successful! No one will be more successful than you!"

"Ah?" Wu Lai scratched his head: "it turns out that this is the taste of boiled cabbage. I don't like it very much."

Don't like

Master Zhou didn't know what to say. His eyes had been filled with tears, not because of Wu Lai's attitude towards boiled cabbage, but because he found that if Wu Lai had to choose a dish for each cuisine next, he was afraid that he might not have the courage to mention chopsticks if he ate these dishes made from others' hands in the future.

If he can't eat such delicious food in the future, what should he do!

"Next is Cantonese cuisine..." Wu Lai said and began.

Master Zhou looked at the boiled cabbage in front of him and finally couldn't help but destroy it!

Since I'm afraid I won't be able to eat it in the future, I'll have a good time now. If I'm tired of it, I'll talk again!

As a result, Wu Lai cooked more than 20 dishes one after another in the afternoon. Later, Wu Lai seemed to be addicted to cooking. He cooked several more courses for each cuisine, which made master Zhou cry.

All afternoon, he felt that he was constantly wandering between heaven and hell. He didn't know what to do, and he didn't know how to stop Wu Lai.

Not only he, but also many waiters in the restaurant have been occupied.

After eating Wu Lai's dishes, their eyes glazed over one by one, with happy and silly smiles on their faces, not to mention anything else. They only know that their afternoon is also the time they can enjoy the highest level of delicious food in the world in their lives!

If it weren't for the low level of the ingredients themselves, they believed that the dishes in Wu Lai's hands would reach a level that no matter who in the world, no matter when, can't be surpassed. Any real cuisine, any dish deserves the first place!

Kitchen God, kitchen god!

After the trial, master Zhou only had these two words in his mind!

Wu Lai participated on behalf of the wandering travelers, which also means that in the future, among their wandering travelers, there will be a kitchen god! Kitchen God of the world!

"Well, that's about it. When I get home, I'll cook it for Feifei. It looks delicious." Wu Lai finally didn't go on, and master Zhou finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was only a little close, and he might not be able to eat anything in the future.