Chapter seven hundred and fifteen Gourmet master!

He said contemptuously, "Isn’t it a skilled cook? There is really nothing about cooking among knowledgeable people. I am a must! "
"Old if there is a cow, you blow depressed to death. Are you a superb cook? I ate my mobile phone on the spot! " It’s not that I don’t believe him. It’s really hard for people to think that this is not a joke. If he really has this kind of day, how can he be so down and out in cooking? Just pick a high-end hotel and you can get a salary of tens of thousands of yuan!
I yawned and fell asleep on the sofa.
After about half an hour, Zhi Xi walked into the living room, and she reached out and woke me up. "Yu Gou yi is in a hurry, and he wants to see you."
"Ah?" I jumped on the sofa for a moment and came to the door. I saw the owner of the pencil necked vendor carrying a big bag and a thin back and carrying a cauldron at the gate of his courtyard. I asked, "Lao Gou, are you serious?" Co-sulcus to stop blood
The owner of the pencil necked stall said cheerfully, "Brother Ling will know that you don’t believe Lao Gou’s coming to your house to cook a few dishes and think K can hire me!"
Now it’s a good thing to be a living horse doctor. After all, people are full of posture and they are very good with me. You can’t shut the door, can you? I changed my shoes and opened the courtyard door in person. "I haven’t seen you cook at ordinary times, Lao Gou?"
The owner of the pencil necked stall handed me a jar full of bags in his left hand, then took off his shoes and socks and broke three holes. Three toes moved naughtily.
"This is …" I was puzzled.
"Don’t worry, I’ll show you something." The owner of the pencil necked squatted into the shoe mouth and lifted the smelly insole. There was a thing similar to a certificate. The first thing that caught your eye was the word "special"! He will smell like a world-class gourmet certificate!
Gourmet master …
I’m staring at my credentials. World-class gourmet? This is the ultimate title that chefs pursue all their lives! They have the ability to turn ordinary street snacks into unparalleled delicacies. They can make food unique. Simple cooking philosophy is the ultimate taste feast. I can’t believe it. "Are you taking a vacation?" As far as I know, there seems to be a total of 24 world-class gourmet masters, and only four of us Chinese people account for a large proportion … "
The owner of the pencil necked stall didn’t explain too much. As he walked, he said, "Brother Ling, I always have a cooking license."
"Wipe your eyes," I nodded. If it’s true, he’s just a fan.
In front of the door, the owner of the pencil necked stall took out his own shoe covers and asked me where to get into the kitchen. I leaned against the kitchen door and watched him touch his own pots and these strange cans, and his eyes showed nostalgia.
I secretly sent a short message to Pei Xizhen, "Chief, I’m trying to find out who sent the list to the world-class gourmet masters."
"Yo, little water can’t solve the near thirst. Forget it. I’ll help you check and let you die." Pei Xizhen replied after about ten minutes.
I took a look at the names of twenty-four food masters and added their respective countries in English. I glanced at them in a hurry and there was really no yu. I looked at them suspiciously and didn’t move. The pencil necked stall owner carefully looked at the list and finally I locked a rgfhina. "
I came from China like a thunderbolt, Mr. G?
Maybe I really agree!
It took me ten minutes, and my shock gradually dissipated and digested this explosive thing. I faintly said, "Laogou, you are hiding … too deep."
"I must think that Rong Shuitong, the champion of the Southeast Asian Kitchen God Competition, was still my apprentice!" Pencil necked stall owner proudly show off
I’m a little skeptical that I’ve crossed the parallel and incredible road. "Where did you learn to cook?" Would you rather be down and out to the point of starvation and hide it? "
"The past is not worth a little brother Ling. I regard you as a brother who forgot to make friends this time to help you." The owner of the pencil necked stall seems to have difficulties. He shook his head. "Of course, if you have to ask me, I can’t refuse to say it. But after that, I may leave. If you don’t ask, I will still treat me as a bad time and struggle at the bottom."
"All right, change the subject" I smiled and didn’t pry into other people’s hobbies. I watched him throw away his heavyweight certificates. "It’s incredible that you should use this stuff that many people dream of to pad your feet. I’m afraid a lot of kitchens will curse you."
"I’ve forgotten something, even if it’s precious, it’s no different from garbage." The pencil necked stall owner cleared his throat and spat at the world-class food master. "Brother Ling, for example, if you don’t like to play with a sniper rifle, if you get the best sniper rifle, the heat will gradually subside at first, and you can’t remember to look at it. If you put it aside, you think it takes up an eyesore."
This talk about my heart. die "cannon" Barrett is a member’s standard configuration. At first, when Pei Xizhen showed me the equipment box, I was extremely excited. However, every time after that, I disliked it. When I kept guns without weapons, I felt it was particularly troublesome to clean it. However, Jiang Tianci’s love for sniper rifles was only a little worse than that of Zhi’s past. For example, in recent days, the new material analyzer and deoxyribonucleic acid detector were Lin Muxia’s favorite, and Pei Xizhen and I couldn’t afford it.
The pencil necked stall owner repeatedly washed his hands for ten times and quickly washed his bald skin. He then carefully wiped his own kitchen knife. "Ling Xiaoge, what do you want to eat tonight? How about fried rice with eggs? "
"I have no opinion!" Although I am a little disappointed, I can’t wait to see the magical ability of world-class gourmet masters to transform decay.
As he wiped the pot, he asked, "How many people?"
"You are six," I calculated and said.
"I don’t want to cook for five people," said the pencil necked stall owner calmly. He put my pot on the ground, then squatted on the gas stove with his own right hand and twisted the valve. The strong flame wrapped the residual water stains at the bottom of the pot and quickly evaporated. At the same time, the pencil necked stall owner held the oil bottle in his left hand and poured about three caps of oil into the pot …
"wheezing, wheezing!"
The fire suddenly shot up a lot and the whole pot was full of flames! #~
"It is worthy that the hot oil posture of gourmet masters is so terrible that it is not the same level as ordinary people!" I admire.
"What a jb! Come and put out the fire quickly!" Pencil necked stall owner timidly rushed to the door of the kitchen, and he suddenly gave me a push. "Brother Ling, hurry up and drop the valve. It’s been a disaster for ten years. Mom didn’t know when it cracked and even the skin leaked when it was burned … I’m sorry, I didn’t pay attention when I cleaned the pot! Don’t pay close attention to the explosion! "
"Old if I was wrong …"
I was so shocked that my heart almost wanted to jump out of my chest. I quickly took off my coat pad and rushed to the front of the gas to wring the remaining fire and was put out by the pencil necked stall owner. I laughed and said, "Is it preheating according to your rhythm?"
The owner of the pencil necked stall blushed, and he said awkwardly, "Do it again this time."
I have a lingering fear. "Does that pot in my house have any effect on your play?"
"I haven’t cooked for a long time. I lost half of my cooking skills and changed the pot … conservatively, it is estimated that I can display 40%." The owner of the pencil necked put the original pot of the gas stove back and was afraid of the straw rope after being bitten by a snake for ten years. And then screwed the valve …
Chapter seven hundred and sixteen Egg fried rice caused shock!