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Chapter 108 Brother Qin Gave Too Many Surprises! [Please Subscribe! 3】

"Woolu jili gua la Maca mao.

Strange syllables came from Pumpeng's mouth, which was gnawing on a pig's trotter.

He wanted too much to compliment.

But he was reluctant to part with the deliciousness in his mouth, so he had to make such a sound~.

Gulu Gulu!

Beside him, He Jiong drank bowl after bowl of soup with surprise on his face.

It seems that he just wants to eat this Buddha jumping over the wall, just to fill himself up.

Look at Director Chen again.

Holding a sea cucumber with chopsticks, he was dazed.

He can find the fragrance of seafood in his taste buds, he can also capture the sweetness of meat, and he can taste the oily fragrance of hanging vegetables.

So many taste experiences, why are they completely mixed together?

"tasty!"

Zhang Zifeng also ate with relish.

This is a delicacy personally directed by her idol, so naturally she has to eat a few more mouthfuls.

Um.

It's not that she's greedy.

Only Huang Xiao was looking at them bitterly.

Hello.

Don't just eat Buddha and jump over the wall.

Eat other chant.

Those are my go-to dishes!

Are you doing this to me?

"Old Huang."

"Your culinary skills really exceeded my expectations!"

After briefly satisfying his taste buds, Zhang Yimou smeared his mouth with oil and praised it full of praise.

What a surprise!

He has never tasted Huang Lei's cooking in person, he just watched it on TV or heard from friends.

Of course, he felt that most of the face was given by other people.

But now......

It's amazing.

"Lei Zi, we would like to say sorry to you."

"Now I trust you, your cooking skills are no less than your acting skills!"

Director Chen hurriedly bit off the sea cucumber that he had been staring at for a long time, and said in a burst of satisfaction.

I doubted you before.

It is my fault!

"Let's not talk about you, even I, who often eats Mr. Huang's cooking, are quite pleasantly surprised!"

"I didn't expect Mr. Huang's cooking skills to improve so much after half a year's absence!"

He Jiong was actually the most surprised.

In the past, the food cooked by Mr. Huang was not bad.

The food I'm cooking now is really good!

But there is a gap between the two, and it is very different.

Now he can absolutely guarantee that any expression of admiration and all the words of praise that he shows in front of the camera are true!

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrar."

Peng Peng also wanted to add a sentence, but was blocked by the ribs again.

Tender but not greasy, smooth and sweet!

**!

Not only them, but even the staff behind them swallowed and stared.

Although I didn't taste it, I just smelled it, oh no, I just watched it.

I knew it must be delicious.

Even Director Wang quietly came over and whispered to Huang Lei: "Brother Lei, save some for us too."

Anyway, the atmosphere of the whole Mushroom House was mobilized by the final dish, Buddha Tiaoqiang.

But Huang Lei couldn't be happy at all.

Is it tasty?

no doubt.

Did you enjoy your meal?

obvious.

Are you all praising him?

Needless to say.

But all of these are owned by brother Qin who guided him!

If he had done it himself, it would probably be at least 40% less delicious!

"Or, you can eat other honors.

Huang Lei twitched his eyes and said with a wry smile.

"Eat eat eat."

"Eat it right away."

"Are other dishes more delicious?"

"I'll try it."

Everyone finally began to divert their attention, not all of them were cast on the Buddha Jumping Wall.

"Well, although it's a little bit worse, it's still good. This twice-cooked pork is quite tender, which is a bonus!"

"It's delicious. There is a faint fragrance in this double-pepper shredded pork. There is sweetness in the spiciness, and a slightly greasy taste in the sweetness."

"Ouch, the rotten pork vermicelli has a bit too much salt, especially the vermicelli, it tastes a bit salty, Mr. Huang, please put less salt next time.

"The fried tiger-skin green peppers are still quite numb. If you feel that way, let's have another piece."

Soon, reviews came out one by one.

Huang Lei was dumbfounded.

Really silly!

What they praised was all what Brother Qin mentioned!

What I dislike is also where Brother Qin found out the problem!

God!

Could it be that what I control by myself is so featureless that it is not worth mentioning?

"Mr. Huang, what's wrong with you, let's eat together."

"Whether you were praised by us, you are embarrassed."

Beside him, He Jiong saw Huang Lei in a daze, patted his shoulder and said with a smile.

"That's right, if you don't eat it, it will be gone."

"Lei Zi, keep working hard, you did a good job this time, but don't get carried away!"

0...asking for flowers...

Director Chen said with a righteous face.

"Mr. Huang, what you cooked today is really delicious!"

"I won't lose weight this season!"

Peng Peng said something.

Huang Lei's face became more and more depressed.

Why.

You don't understand my pain!

The meal was a joyous, boisterous, and hearty meal.

A total of six courses, kind of filling.

They were all wiped out by everyone!

"call."

"Hold on.

One by one, they leaned back on the chairs, their faces full of satisfaction.

"All right."

"I admit it."

Suddenly, the yellow layer stood up.

"What's up?"

"What do you admit?"

"What do you mean?"

"Old Huang, what did your wife say?"

Everyone was taken aback and looked at him suspiciously.

"Actually."

"This 'Buddha Jumps Over the Wall' was guided by Brother Qin, and the deliciousness and taste are actually all thanks to him.

"There are other dishes, the part that you mainly praise, I was also mentioned by Brother Qin, otherwise what I made would be the part that you dislike."

Huang Xiao was depressed, and said slowly.

"Mr. Huang, don't say that."

"I just said a little bit."

Qin Mu said.

You don't have to be so polite.

I really only did 'a little bit'.

Sure enough, Huang Lei's words stunned everyone.

ha?

Tips?

So, all the delicious food is made by Brother Qin?

Brush, brush, brush!

They all looked over.