Chapter 865： Chef Song’s Pot (Wednesday/Thursday)

"Everyone, come and try it for free! My master is Chef Zhu from Beijing..."

"The tasting of the imperial meal is free. It is a rare opportunity. After this village, there is no such shop!"

"Why are you so ignorant of the goods? My master learned from the Royal Chef!"

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Duan Quanmin screamed in the street for a long time. Except for a few old men who turned their ears to look at him, the other people passing by didn't pay attention to him at all, and there was a problem with him as a'jing'. ~~щww~suimеng~lā,. Mobile terminal

Will the chef from Beijing come here?

Try it for free?

What Chef Zhu? Never heard of...

No matter how Duan Quanmin blows, there is still no ordinary person willing to come to him. Duan Quanmin felt depressed. If he was in the capital, he would raise his arms like this. As long as he was named Chef Zhu, it would not be free. If he paid, he would come in line.

You know, not everyone is lucky enough to be able to eat the Manchu Banquet made by Chef Zhu. Even some of the capital officials want to eat it, but they may not be able to eat it. There is also the mood of seeing Chef Zhu.

However, the name of Chef Zhu in the capital is obviously not good enough in this city of Zhi'an. It's not as effective as Lin Feng's little hero name. Seeing that Lin Feng has quickly recruited fifty people over there, he pulled over at least two or three older women and girls, Zhu Hongming. I really feel that I have received a great insult, an invisible insult brought to him by the people of Zhi'an City.

"Chef Zhu, how about it? My fifty public judges have already been found. When can you'make' it? Otherwise, we can't start cooking! Do you want me? Help you?" Lin Feng walked over and said with a smile.

"My master is a chef in Beijing, stinky boy, where can I help you?" Duan Quanmin said in a desperate manner.

"But, it seems that your name as a chef in the capital doesn't work in our Zhi'an City!"

Lin Feng looked at Zhu Hongming’s flushed face and said, “If Chef Zhu doesn’t dislike it, there are still many passers-by who want to try the food. You are not afraid of me'fake', let them come. !"

"Okay! You can figure it out, everyone, we go in and prepare to cook!"

Zhu Hongming, who had been consciously insulted because of being ignored by passers-by, shook his black face and walked back to the hero's restaurant with Duan Quanmin.

Naturally, Lin Feng quickly recruited the remaining forty public reviewers. A total of 100 public reviewers were recruited temporarily from the street, although many of them were directed at Lin Feng. The face is here, but there is absolutely no possibility of'fake'.

What's more, Lin Feng didn't even bother to ‘make’ falsehoods. Today, he wanted to convince the chef Zhu Hongming to lose, but he had to pay his wife and break the army.

In the Hero's Restaurant, all the public judges who were recruited by One Hundred Street were all sitting aside, waiting for the kitchen dishes. At present, the waiter has given them some appetizers and fruit snacks, tea, etc., and one person has given them 20 temporary evaluation tickets.

While they were eating fruit snacks, they started talking.

"It turns out that this heroic restaurant was opened by the young hero Lin Feng. I really didn't know before. I just think the decoration of this heroic restaurant is ‘very stylish..."

"Yeah! I didn't expect that the little hero Lin Feng would still cook. I heard that today is to discuss the cooking skills with the chef from Beijing. We are judges. I will definitely vote for the little hero Lin Feng in a while."

"No! Lin Feng just said that voting must be fair. If you want to win, you must win upright. Anyway, we don't care who's the dish for a while, we only vote if it is delicious."

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Hundreds of public judges were sitting in the lobby of Heroes’ Restaurant and were looking forward to it. In the kitchen, both Lin Feng and Zhu Hongming wrote down the ingredients needed for their 20 dishes, and let the chefs of Hero’s Restaurant Let's prepare.

When Lin Feng was about to start, Zhu Hongming suddenly stared at the pot in the hero's restaurant and shook his head, disgustingly said, "Your hero's restaurant is low-grade, and you still use such a pot. Such a pot is made. The dishes, at least the taste is one grade lower."

"Oh! Chef Zhu, you can't cook delicious dishes by yourself, do you deliberately dislike it? Are you not an ambush? Don't you lose to our little beacon in the end, you have to rely on it. The pot of our hero's restaurant, then we really can't help you?"

Seeing that Zhu Hongming was haggling at the kitchen utensils in the kitchen, Lin Mu immediately scolded.

"Hey! Why did you talk like that? Your pot is indeed not good. How can people cook?"

Zhu Hongming was blushed by Lin's words, and said to his apprentice Duan Quanmin, "All the people, you go to the hotel and take out the pot we brought, but let them open their eyes. This is to follow the Shenzhou 6th sky Is the returned material made of these trivial things?"

"Yes! Master, let me go!" Duan Quanmin replied and immediately ran back to the hotel next door to get the pot. They came to Zhi'an City to help the hero's restaurant sit down and cook. The special kitchen knife used the plane, so they brought this special pot.

After a while, Duan Quanmin came back with a black and shiny special pot, but Lin Feng laughed when he saw it. "I said Chef Zhu, dare you to fly from the capital to Zhi'an city, and carry it all the way. What a black pot? But, I don’t think your pot is so good! Maybe, after coming to our Chi'an city, you will be uncomfortable!"

"Bah! My pot is made of the alloy of Shenzhou VI. The oil temperature can be quickly raised and controlled You pots and mines together, it’s a sky and an underground. Now let you Open your eyes..."

Having said that, Zhu Hongming said he wanted to'expose' his hand, and immediately put the pot on the fire, and inside the pot, a half pot of'flowers' was filled with oil.

"Have you seen it? If it is your ordinary pot, the temperature of the oil will rise to this level, at least twice as long as it takes." It took more than ten seconds to let it go, and the temperature of the domestic oil had risen and started to burst. A wisp of white smoke came, and Zhu Hongming was able to show off.

"Turtles! Have you seen it? A good horse needs to be equipped with a saddle. A top chef like my master must also use this kind of space alloy. Do you know?" Duan Quanmin also approached the pot, triumphantly Shouted.

"Oh? Really? Master Zhu! I don't think your pot is so good? It is very likely that you will not be satisfied!"

Seeing the two men so arrogant, Lin Feng smiled slightly, his ability to control water instantly controlled some of the water vapor in the air to quickly condense into water droplets and fall into the hot oil pan.

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