Otherworld Starts With All Cooking Skills

Limited time sale, queuing to pick up numbers, take bowls to pack.

Although there were a few coinage words that were pieced together from normal words, Uncle Lucas casually explained two sentences, and Mr. Williams understood the specific meaning of these words.

At the same time, Mr. Writer's pen flew again and recorded all these hearings.

"Interesting, these practices are really fun, and very smart."

Williams kept nodding his head as he wrote, and after thinking about it, he already understood the specific meaning of these practices.

According to the locals, this dish of crabmeat and lion head is a little troublesome to make, it takes more than three hours.

Time-limited sales, concentrate the supply time of the dish, and make a large number of lion heads at one time, which will undoubtedly save time.

Queuing to pick up the number can maintain order in the store. Secondly, guests don’t need to stand in line, as long as they get the number plate, they can sit and rest.

Finally, because the store is small and can't seat too many people, bringing bowls and packing can maximize sales.

"That's not right, these are all thoughts by Brother Donne. I want me to say that Brother Donne is not only good-looking, but also smart, and good cooking skills, that's it..."

"Occasionally, my mental state is not very good, and I can't distinguish between fantasy and reality, otherwise I really want him to be my son-in-law. Tsk, it's a pity." Lucas smacked his lips regretfully.

"Do we have a daughter? Just be a son-in-law? I don't think you can distinguish between fantasy and reality." Aunt Julie gave her husband a stern look.

When the group of people at the table was chatting hotly, Mr. Gonzalez at the counter cleared his rough and soft voice:

"Crab noodles and lion's head are in the pot, please come to pick up the meal, guest number one."

Immediately, a businessman looking like a businessman stood up from the corner of a table, holding a small wooden sign, went to the counter and took away a lion head.

"Sir, sir, we are number six." Little John shook the wooden sign of the same pattern in his hand.

This was left by the two young mercenaries who had collected 5 silver narratives just now. At first, Little John didn't understand the use of the wooden sign, but now he understands that it is a voucher to take the meal.

"Yo number two."

"Number Three..."

Until the number six, little John happily brought back two pieces of crab noodles and lion head from the counter, because Mr. Writer is not short of money, there are four in a bowl.

In the light but not too few soup, there are two tender and round meat balls floating on top, with golden crab roe inlaid on top, and boiled small green vegetables on the side as garnish.

"It's a dish I've never seen before, but it looks good, and the meat is very fragrant, much better than expected."

Mr. Williams is also a professional critic in terms of food. The taste of this dish has exceeded his expectations a lot.

The writer gracefully picked up the spoon, took out a small lion head, and sent it to own's mouth.

Crab meal, lion head, white meat and red meat ratio is just right, tender and not fatty.

The slightly sticky soup immersed in the soup, which enriched the texture of the meatballs.

With a slight chewing, the lion head will naturally dissolve, and the fresh sweetness of river crab and the fresh aroma of meat are mixed together, forming a wonderful tongue-tip experience!

After just a sip, Williams felt as if something hit his heart!

It's so delicious! It's so delicious!

Mr. Writer has eaten too many good things, but this crabmeat lion head is definitely the top of the things he has eaten.

Only the dishes made by the royal chefs serving the royal family in Dawn City can be compared with it!

Slightly free from the shock brought by the food, Williams looked around Own.

Little John, his classmate, was eating a big mouthful of joy, and his face was full of happiness, completely forgetting that the purpose of his trip was to find a place for the chefs in the royal capital.

"Mmm... it's delicious! It's so delicious!" Little John sighed heartily again.

To put it simply, it is to cast the enemy on the spot.

The lion heads of the two opposing couples have also been taken, and the couple's eating looks a bit vulgar, almost devouring them.

"Lucas, I think you are right. This meat dumpling only sells 25 coppers. We really make a lot of money! From now on, we will eat three of them every month, no, four lion heads!"

"Hmm! Hiss! Hmm!" Uncle Lucas kept talking, just responding to his wife with such an incomprehensible voice.

With four crabmeal lion heads under his stomach, Williams took out a clean handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth with satisfaction.

Then he stood up, walked to the counter, straightened his waist, and took the initiative to talk to Gonzalez who was heavily makeup.

"Sir, the crab noodle lion head in your restaurant is very delicious. I would like to meet the chef who made this delicacy, thank him in person, and ask him a few questions."

"[If you taste an egg and think it's delicious, why know the hen who laid the egg?], sorry, sir. There are many people who want to see Little Donne in the past two days, but they are all rejected by him. Yes, I think you may be no exception."

"A very philosophical sentence."

Williams opened his own notebook, jot down these words quickly, and then took out something from his arms, pressed it on the counter, and said sincerely:

"But I really want to see him."

What he pressed on the counter was a golden kinnal!

"This is the meeting fee I gave him. Although...a bit cheesy, it represents my sincerity." Williams added.

When he said this, Mr. Writer's expression was a little shaken, and he even felt a bit reckless in his move to pay.

Although the other party is a chef who lives in a small place, when he thinks that Mr. Donne has such a transcendent cooking skill, will he be an expert living in seclusion in the countryside?

The kind that doesn't care about money at all.

Or a bit more serious, you might feel that you are taking money to insult him.

"This... sir, wait a moment." Gonzalez took a breath while looking at the Kinnar, put down the work in his hand, and ran all the way to the kitchen.

After a while, Mr. Store Manager ran out again.

"Little Donn said, I can see you!"

After hearing the affirmative answer, Mr. Writer breathed a sigh of relief. This reclusive chef was surprisingly approachable.

With a Jinnar meeting fee, Mr. Writer successfully got the opportunity to enter the kitchen and meet Donne.

Before leaving the counter, he also took out a few silver nars as a tip for Gonzalez.

It's not enough to make the store manager happy.

In the kitchen.

Dorn picked up the last pot of crabmeal lion head. After this pot is divided, today the lion head is officially in the state of being sold out.

The workload in the kitchen is also instantly reduced.

Vivienne was standing beside Donne, twisting her waist, relaxing her limbs, and just doing the lion's head job, she was exhausted.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Donne?" Williams, who wears a moustache and dresses simply but carefully, walks into the kitchen and pays a gentleman's salute to Donne.

"Well, I am, hello sir."

When the two met each other, their own ideas emerged in their hearts.

Williams: Is this a chef whose culinary skills are comparable to that of the Royal Chef? Looks too young!

Dorn: Is this the big dog who wants to see me with a Kinnar? Looks rich!

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