I am a chef in the Chinese Little Boss World

The corners of the old admiral's mouth twitched violently.

He wanted to get a definite answer from Chu Yunfeng's mouth.

"Achieving a sparkling dish is the most basic quality of every chef."

Chu Yunfeng glanced at the other party, and said slowly in a tone that was angry and unworthy.

"Shameless Made."

In the depths of the old admiral's heart, tens of thousands of grassland beasts were rushing through at this moment.

His face was almost black to charcoal.

What is called making glowing dishes is the basic quality of every chef!

Even if this Madder is a chef, he doesn't dare to boast about Haikou like this!

As a former food admiral in the Chinese cuisine industry, he has seen shamelessness, but he has never seen such shamelessness.

After taking a deep breath, the old admiral pointed to the soup bowl on the table and said, "Do you know that this moon halo radish is the ancestral cooking skill of the restaurant in Shanghai Zhenzhen, and ordinary people can't make it." "

"Even if someone makes it, it's just a tiger that can't be an anti-dog, which adds to the joke."

As the old admiral's voice fell, his eyes looked at Chu Yunfeng for a moment.

He wanted to see a hint of panic and disbelief on the other person's face.

However, in the end, the old admiral felt disappointed.

The handsome young man's face is still a light and breezy appearance, which is unpredictable.

"I naturally know that this moon halo radish is an ancestral dish of the restaurant in Shanghai Weizhen."

Chu Yunfeng smiled faintly and said quite proudly: "But this moon halo radish of mine is a strengthened and improved version, and it is a hundred times stronger than their Tang family, no!" It's a hundredfold. "

"Housheng, you are really not afraid of the wind flashing your tongue!"

"The Tang family's moon halo radish has been passed down for three generations and has been improved countless times."

The old admiral took a deep breath and continued, "Even I don't dare to speak so loudly. "

"You bad old man, if you can't do it, it doesn't mean that my Brother Yunfeng can't do it."

Zhou Meili's pretty face was already extremely cold, and she directly scolded loudly.

"That's it! You old-fashioned buns, you just don't remember to eat. "

"Okay, I forgot the scar and the pain, and I don't know who it was just now, so I licked the plate clean."

The many diners present immediately burst into laughter, and kept opening their mouths to squeeze the old admiral.

"I....."

The old admiral's cheeks flushed, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

Seeing that he was not everyone's opponent, the old admiral confessed very decisively, and then made up his mind.

He raised his hand and picked up the lid of the box directly on the soup bowl.

"! That's impossible! Nima's is really another dish that will shine again. "

Just as the old admiral lifted the lid of the box.

He was completely stunned, looking at the scene in front of him as if he had seen a ghost.

He only felt as if his head had been hit by a thunderbolt, and he stood on the spot.

I saw a faint silver light rising from the soup bowl.

Endless smoke filled the heavens and the earth, and the old admiral's eye sockets were almost falling out.

He saw something that his life felt incredible.

In a trance, another round of bright moon slowly rose in the soup bowl, shining for nine days.

"This is the real moon halo radish, this is the real moon on the sea."

At this moment, all the distractions in the old admiral's heart were abandoned.

There was only one thought left in his mind.

When he was young, he also went to the restaurant in Zhenzhen and saw the Tang family's moon halo radish.

However, the Tang family's so-called moon halo radish had no way to compare with the dish made by Chu Yunfeng.

Because the two are not on the same level at all.

There is no comparison!

If it is forcibly compared, it can only be laughed at and generous.

"Am I in a fairyland?"

Many of the diners present were also completely confused, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

A faint mist has enveloped the entire restaurant.

This has to give them such an illusion.

"A bun of dirt buns, I don't know anything."

On the contrary, Zhou Meili on the side had already experienced such a scene, and the whole person seemed more shocked.

After a long time, the steaming mist slowly dissipated.

The restaurant was restored to its original appearance, and everyone recovered from their shock.

At this time, the old admiral was completely speechless, and the contempt for Chu Yunfeng in his heart was completely put away.

He picked up the spoon and took a sip of the soup from the bowl.

A hot breath crept into the old admiral's nose with a rich sound.

He only felt as if a scent bomb had exploded in front of him, and people couldn't help but want to take a few more sips.

The soup of the moon halo radish was sent into his mouth.

"What a delicious taste! The soup alone is addictive. "

As soon as the connoisseur made a move, he knew if there was any, and the old admiral instantly made his own evaluation.

The delicious soup seemed to flow from his mouth to his stomach.

The golden soup is fragrant, and there is a sweet taste between the lips and teeth in addition to the aftertaste.

It was as if there were countless pairs of small hands constantly beating on his body, making him physically and mentally happy.

At this moment, the taste buds of the old admiral have been completely conquered by the deliciousness of the soup.

He was reluctant to put down the spoon, but just scooped it down one by one, and kept sending it into his mouth.

Every time the soup is eaten, a different sensation is produced, and the delicacy beats on the tongue of the old admiral.

At this moment, the entire front hall was unusually quiet, and everyone was quietly looking at the old admiral.

Some people are even drooling at the same time!

Only three minutes had passed, and the old admiral had almost drunk the entire bowl of soup.

Now at the point of the soup bowl, only the transparent white radish remains.

Without the slightest hesitation, the old admiral picked up his chopsticks and picked up a piece of radish as thin as a cicada's wings from the soup bowl.

Chu Yunfeng's knife work has been brought to the extreme by him.

Each radish is the same size and the same thickness.

It's not like a turnip, it's a craft.

"Good knife work! Good knife work! "

The old admiral praised again and again, and the whole person seemed to fall into excitement.

He quickly put the radish into his mouth, and then chewed it carefully.

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