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Old Fu turned around mechanically, seeing this scene, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his face was extremely ugly.
What's happening here?
He also wanted to know, and wanted someone to explain it to him.
The air was stagnant, only Kitchen God Jiang kept shaking hands with Han Yu was dynamic, and the people around seemed to be frozen.
The picture is very quiet, even a little weird.
"Long time no see, Chef Jiang!" Han Yu's voice broke the calm.
Jiang Wen immediately changed his face and said: "Mr. Han! Are you insulting me? You need to listen to my explanation!"
"Before, I promised you to cook for Aunt Han's New Year's Eve dinner, but suddenly I was in a hurry. No, I rushed over here. My apprentice cooked it today. I will go to you tomorrow and cook for me. !"
After Jiang Wen gave an explanation, seeing that Han Yu didn't speak, he continued to explain: "Mr. Han, I will punish myself three cups later. I am in a hurry. It is inconvenient to talk about it. I will tell you in private later, and I will definitely apologize to you. Don't call me Chef Jiang, I'm in a panic!"
"Just now, many people said that I called you by your name because it disrespected you and had no other meaning. Don't think too much about it!" Han Yu smiled and explained truthfully.
"Fuck the fuck, Mr. Han, you call me by my name because you think of me, but I prefer you to call me Old Jiang, or Old Jiang, it's so kind!" Jiang Wen laughed loudly.
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People are all swallowing their saliva, they are not fools, it is too obvious.
The God of Chef Jiang they admire admires Han Yu.
It's embarrassing and I lost it at home.
At this moment, everyone bowed their heads to feed themselves. A few minutes ago, they were still mocking Han Yu, but now they were severely slapped in the face.
"Produced by Jiang Chef's Aitu, the first dish of the God of Cookery Banquet is egg fried rice!" At this time, a waiter was carrying a large bowl of egg fried rice, ready to serve with a smile.
Jiang Wen's complexion changed immediately. The dishes pay attention to color, aroma and taste.
Among them, the taste can only be known after tasting, while the color and fragrance are one visible and the other audible.
Jiang Wen saw the fried rice with eggs and smelled the aroma of the fried rice, and his complexion became uglier visible to the naked eye.
The color is poor and the fragrance is lacking. He can't even taste this kind of fried rice with eggs.
"Dump that fried rice with eggs, and call me the brat who made the fried rice!" Jiang Wen said almost suppressing his anger.
Even so, everyone present could feel the suffocating sense of oppression on Jiang Wen.
Finish the calf.
The old man's face was very ugly at the moment. Chef Jiang had already slapped him in the face severely when he met Han Yu. Now it seems that Liu Wei will not be able to become a teacher, and he will slap him in the face again.
After a while, Liu Wei was called out by the waiter.
Everyone held their breath, waiting for God of Cooking Jiang's thunderous punishment.
After a minute, nothing happened.
Liu Wei stared blankly at Chef Jiang, he never expected that God Chef Jiang was here.
"I said! Waiter, tell someone to bring them together, what do you mean by coming back first?" Chef Jiang breathed heavily
The waiter was stunned immediately, and it took about ten seconds before he realized it, pointed to Liu Wei beside him and said, "I'm not calling you!"
"he?"
Jiang Wen immediately set his eyes on Liu Wei, and said suddenly: "It's not him!"
"Ah? Isn't Chef Liu your apprentice?" The waiter was confused, and immediately pointed to the group photo on the host stage and asked, "No?"
Jiang Wen immediately set his eyes on the group photo, then looked at Liu Wei and said, "When was this photo taken?"
"In 1989, you took a photo with me at the entrance of the Hong Kong and Macau restaurant!" Liu Wei was very emotional.
"Oh! You are the assistant chef in that restaurant!"
Jiang Wen remembered it under Liu Wei's reminder, but his face soon sank: "I don't even know your last name? Why did you become my Jiang Wen's apprentice and use this photo to deceive people?" !"
After being so drunk, Liu Wei immediately knelt down in fright: "I'm sorry, Chef Jiang blamed me for being obsessed with money, and it was Director Fu who asked me to do this!"
"You fart! I just now know that you are not the apprentice of Chef Jiang!" Old Fu felt his lungs exploded, and it felt terrible to be put together.
He could see that three hundred people looked at him differently, it was just his explanation, not?Someone can listen in.
Regarding this oolong, his responsibility is only a little bit. Seeing this group photo, he misunderstood, but Liu Wei did not explain it to him.
But now, it's useless to say anything.
"You go! Destroy the photo, you don't deserve to take a photo with me, and this time I let you go, if you let me know that you are cheating with my photo, I will definitely not let you go!" Jiang Wen angrily scolded road.
Liu Wei stood up and ran away in despair.
The scene was still very embarrassing, after all, it was a fake God of Cookery banquet, and people immediately felt that it was not delicious, and even tasted boring.
At this moment, the waiter served the dishes again.
It's just that it's not from their table, but sent to Zhang Qizhi's table.
"It smells so good!"
"This is too beautiful!"
"It is worthy of being produced by Jiang Chef's apprentice!"
People couldn't help expressing emotion, just looking at the appearance of the dishes and smelling the fragrance of the dishes, they already shed tears.
As the dishes came up one by one, the last dish of fried rice with eggs also came up.
"Fuck! Isn't this too delicious?"
"I feel that it can overwhelm those delicacies!"
"Can you let me have a taste!"
The three hundred people were about to collapse. Without comparison, there would be no harm. The food in front of them was already chewing wax.
"In ancient times, there was a talk about hopeful plums to quench thirst, but now there is a feast for the God of Cookery who is full after smelling the fragrance!" Someone expressed emotion, but said it into everyone's heart.
"Barely passed!" Jiang Wen took a bite of fried rice with eggs and then stopped eating.
At this time, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy ran out bouncing around.
Old Fu's pupils shrank suddenly, it was not the kid in the small kitchen, I didn't expect such a weak child to be the child of the God of Cooking.
Han Yu blocked the door because he was afraid that people would influence him. He was nervous about cooking fried rice with eggs because it was the most important dish.
At this time, Lao Fu had already connected all of them, and it was too late to know. He wanted to rely on the God of Cookery Banquet to severely suppress Han Yu, but he lost completely.
He didn't have the face to stay any longer, got up and walked away in despair.
Three hundred people became curious about Han Yu. Who is the person who makes Jiang Chef so respectful and who can invite the crew of Chef Chef?
"Hello, sir, who are you?" A young woman asked ambiguously.
She is indeed very interested in Han Yu's identity, but Han Yu's appearance attracts her even more.
"Principal Tong, I know you, a professor at Kyoto Medical University, your child seems to be going to kindergarten!" Han Yu smiled and looked at the three-year-old child next to the woman.
Ms. Tong's eyes froze. She wanted to pretend to be single, but she didn't expect the other party to find her daughter. She smiled and said, "How did Mr. know me? After all, I'm not a celebrity!"
She was very happy in her heart. It seemed that the handsome guy in front of her was paying attention to her. If this was the case, the opportunity would come. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com