Becoming the Villainess: I Reign Over the Cultivators’ Realm With My Wok!

   "Who is it? Who brought braised pork to kick the restaurant?"

  A very strong-looking uncle walked over with a big spoon for cooking.

   This person is obviously the legendary chef who was born in Zuixianlou. I don’t know who sneaked up and told him about the braised pork, but this person rushed out with a spoon.

At this time, he didn't hold the spoon because he was cooking. Originally, he took the kitchen knife by hand, but he thought that there were some students in the cafeteria. He might accidentally hurt others with the kitchen knife, so he changed to a big spoon. You Needless to say, this long-handled iron spoon is easy to wield.

  Chang Gui was chomping down on the braised pork bibimbap, and there was only the last spoonful left. Seeing the chef running over, he paused while eating.

  The people who were watching around unexpectedly gave way tacitly, allowing the aggressive chef to walk straight in front of Chang Gui.

   Seeing the last piece of braised pork on Changgui's spoon and the rice wrapped in tempting sauce, the chef's pupils shrank and he shouted, "Slow down!"

  Chang Gui's movement, which had been at a standstill, came to a complete stop under his loud roar that almost shattered the eardrum.

He looked at the chef. The image of this person was much cleaner and fresher than that of the chef in the small dilapidated restaurant in the small town at the foot of the mountain. He had a turban that tightly wrapped his hair, an apron that looked a bit old after many washings, and a very clean cut. The nails are all declaring one thing to everyone: he is serious about being a chef.

   Such a chef gave Chang Gui a good first impression. Chang Gui looked at the chef patiently, as if waiting for his next sentence.

Desperately, the chef let go of the big iron spoon he was holding, stretched out slightly trembling hands, and approached with disbelief. Finally, he grabbed the wrist of Chang Gui's hand holding the spoon with one hand, and the other He took Chang Gui's spoon with the last spoonful of braised pork and rice with one hand.

  He took the spoonful of rice with great care, and the chef was extremely excited. He put the spoon in front of him, observed it carefully, and couldn't help muttering: "So... there is such a braised pork?!"

  Before, when the chef came aggressively, Chang Gui thought about countless confrontation scenes, but he never thought that the chef would have such a reaction. Now Chang Gui felt a little embarrassed looking at the chef.

After the chef finished reading it, he took a deep breath on the braised pork: "Star anise, bay leaves, **** slices...the same spices are obviously used, how can they achieve such a strong aroma?! This slightly stimulates the meat What is the fragrance of..."

   "Uh... dried chili?" Chang Gui recalled the time when the head of the door was cooking, not sure.

The chef's eyes lit up when he heard the words: "Dried chili! It's actually dried chili! Indeed, indeed! It's my fault, and sweet dishes may not be able to add a little dried chili to enhance the freshness... But this still doesn't explain why this sauce can How can it be so rich and not greasy?"

Seeing the chef's look at Qi Ji, Chang Gui couldn't help scratching his head: "I don't know about that. When the owner of the door is cooking, he thinks it's too annoying if we can't help and stay in the kitchen. If it's Xiaohu, I'm afraid It will be clearer."

"Sect master?!" The chef's eyes lit up, "Indeed, indeed! For this sake, even if you set up a great place for cooking, there is nothing wrong with it. How can you establish your own sect by cultivating immortals, but not cooking? "

  When Chang Gui heard this, he felt even more embarrassed...