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Volume 2 Cooking Skills Chapter 283 Smoke is everywhere

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    Before he could ask questions, Goodwin crawled back. He stood outside the restaurant with his hands and feet, carefully looked at little Andrew's face, and said sadly: "Master, he, he refused to do it." He glanced at his home  The young master's face did not look like a rabid attack. Goodwin continued speaking boldly: "He lost his temper and said that you ruined the braised beef leg bone that he carefully made. Don't think about him cutting even a piece of it for you."  Bread." Little Andrew's face turned livid, and he snorted, "It's obviously the old guy who did it." He raised his head and looked at Earl Andrew, with a sinister look in his slender eyes, and said sullenly: "It's all you who spoiled him.  Damn, he¡¯s just a cook, but he really thinks he¡¯s a king. I¡¯m going to tell him today how important it is to do his job well.¡± Earl Andrew¡¯s nostrils twitched in anger, he puffed out a thick breath, and cursed: ¡°Asshole  "Suman couldn't help but rub her temples. She really made a mistake. Count Andrew, who could only call him a bastard and an idiot over and over again, was so harsh. As soon as Little Andrew finished speaking, two men in black turned around.  , walked out, but Jean stretched out his hand to stop him, "Don't bother." Little Andrew raised his slender eyebrows: "Jean?" Jean walked up to Suman in long strides, thoughtfully: "I  Remember, you promised that you would cook for me?" Suman stood up with a smile on her face: "Of course, I will do what I promised." Suman staggered when he tapped her on the shoulder.  He staggered and almost fell. He looked at his hands strangely. He obviously didn't expect Suman to be so thin. "Okay, Miss Snail, it's time for you to repay your kindness." Suman blinked. This guy actually knew about Miss Snail.  , she couldn't restrain her curiosity and couldn't help but ask: "How do you know Miss Tianluo?  " Jean shrugged his shoulders, "Search, oriental, food, girl, this is what came out.  " Su Man thought to herself, then she is an Oriental gourmet girl? It sounds pretty good. She reluctantly accepted the compliment from the blond young man. Little Andrew looked at the interaction between the two with interest and interjected: "So, this  A beautiful lady is actually a chef?  ¡± Suman suddenly had a prank idea. Perhaps the existence of Jean gave her the confidence. Last time, it was this silent blond young man who saved her from Prince Aziz. This time, the foodie¡¯s stomach was not satisfied.  Before she was satisfied, she believed that her safety could still be guaranteed. Suman walked up to little Andrew lightly, bent her knees slightly, imitated him and tilted her head, and said with a sweet smile: "Yes, but I am also the future Earl Andrew.  "Madam." Little Andrew looked at her dumbfounded. After a moment, he burst into laughter. He couldn't help but look up and down at the young and beautiful Asian girl. After a long while, he covered his stomach. Little Andrew couldn't hide his smile and said: "  Fine, as long as the food you cook satisfies us." Suman turned around and looked at Goodwin, who had his limbs pressed tightly against the wall, trying to reduce his sense of presence, and said with a smile: "Please lead the way.  Mr. Goodwin.  " Gu Wen was flattered and rolled over almost in tears. He really didn't want to be cannon fodder for the two father and son. He stammered: "I will lead you, I will lead you." Suman raised his chest and raised his head elegantly.  Following Goodwin, he walked towards the kitchen. He was about to see this famous chef. He was really looking forward to it. Little Andrew looked at the girl's slender figure fading away and said playfully: "I didn't expect it.  I will meet such an interesting girl when I come back, and I wonder how good her skills are.  " Before he finished speaking, little Andrew glanced at the constipated face of the black-haired and black-eyed Ptolemy next to him, and couldn't help but curiously asked: "Dear, what's wrong with you?  " Ptolemy looked at little Andrew with a sad face, and pointed at Jean: "Do you think we will like the food he likes?  " Little Andrew's expression suddenly changed. He couldn't help but sweat when he thought that his friend who had always been taciturn suddenly spoke fluently like a normal person. " This friend's most famous record is that he bit the enemy's neck and drank a lot of blood.  Ptolemy shrugged his shoulders, "You know the dark recipes that have been causing a stir recently, right?  "Little Andrew nodded immediately. Of course he knew that it was a latest article published in the world's top food magazine "Gourmet Guide". "It looks like a dark egg, it is said to be smelly golden tofu, and there are  The fluffy, unhatched chicks, and the newly born mouse babies - one day, just thinking about it, little Andrew felt his throat itchy and had an urge to vomit. They were also bored and used this article.  Let¡¯s compete on the dark dishes on the menu to see who can challenge the most dark dishes. Little Andrew failed completely in the second stinky tofu. When he thought about the taste, he spent three days and three nights.If he wants to eat, he would rather use a pistol to kill his enemies face to face than try the taste of stinky tofu again. Among these thugs who lick blood from their knife edges, none of them has several lives on their hands, but they are killed by this damned person.  The Dark Recipe was completely defeated, and he discovered that there are so many things that are more terrifying than death. Thinking of this, little Andrew couldn't help but look at Jean resentfully. This non-human being is the only one who has conquered all the Dark Recipes and still enjoys it. Look.  Seeing the sudden change in Little Andrew's expression, Ptolemy looked at him with sympathy, and gloated: "That dark recipe was written by her." Little Andrew was dumbfounded, and stared at Ptolemy for a long time: "Damn it, what are you doing?  "You shouldn't have told me earlier." Little Andrew glanced at Rang unintentionally and found that the corners of his mouth were curled up. When he thought of Rang asking the Asian girl to prepare dinner in a friendly manner, Little Andrew shuddered subconsciously and turned to Toller.  Mi got closer.  At this time, Suman, led by Gu Wen, was walking through the long corridor to the kitchen in the back courtyard. The door was ajar, and warm white light came out from the crack in the door, accompanied by  The aroma of food is as alluring as a campfire in the dark.  Suman couldn't help but take two steps quickly, put her thin white hand on the door panel, and was about to push it open gently.  Suddenly I heard a conversation coming from the kitchen: "Tsk tsk, the quality of "Gourmet Guide" is really getting lower and lower. Look, all the articles are posted, but I asked someone to bring them back specially." Another person answered  He said: "Hey, I was looking forward to oriental food very much, and I was planning to travel to ancient China this summer. I'm so disappointed. These things are so unappetizing to look at. Live baby rats, my God, then  It's just an uncivilized land, a group of barbarians who eat raw hair and drink blood." An unspeakable anger burst out from the young girl's heart, turning into a raging rage that almost burned her to death.  That was the angry mood of a mother who was scolded in front of others for her child not being cute, beautiful, and stupid. She has never been a soft girl. She has always been cute and gentle. She even bites back when her boyfriend pisses her off.  He was so angry. In Gu Wen's horrified eyes, Suman retracted his hand lightly, took a step back, raised his foot high, and kicked ferociously. The kitchen door bounced open to both sides with a bang, and then quickly  It bounced back, back and forth, and saw the stunned faces of several young men inside. Suman dusted his sleeves and raised his chin. This was the effect he wanted.  The door finally stabilized, and Suman walked in arrogantly. He looked down at the several sitting men. After scanning around, he looked at one of the men with a square chin and deep eyes. He was holding the latest novel in his hand.  Issue of "Food Guide".  Suman strode over, took the hand from his hand, looked at the article with pictures and text, and praised: "It is indeed a country of world cuisine. There are so many unimaginable delicacies, it is really wonderful."  She used fluent English, but after finishing speaking, she felt that it was not enough, so she switched to Italian and repeated it. However, she knew only a few words in Italian. "China, food, world, number one." Suman rolled his eyes and caught a glimpse of it.  The man next to her, who had not returned to her normal expression, still looked at her with his mouth half open. He smiled with a touch of amorous feelings that did not belong to her age, and said maliciously: "It's not like some countries, one move.  It¡¯s so fresh, I¡¯ve eaten it all over the place, and it¡¯s just a few kinds of food that I¡¯ve been eating over and over for hundreds of years, and I still don¡¯t know if I¡¯m tired of it or not.¡± Suman tapped his temples. It seemed that the wording was too complicated. These purebred Italians have not yet learned  Understand, she took the initiative to translate it into Italian for them: "Pizza, pasta -" Suman deliberately prolonged the pronunciation of these two words, which made several chefs' eyes light up and their faces were filled with relief. What they just said  He ordered such a long list. It turned out that he was praising us for being careless about the food of the empire. The little girl has good taste. Listen, our pizza and pasta are known even to the Orientals who come from the uncivilized barbaric land where hair and blood drink. They are so proud.  Each and every young man held his chest out and raised his head proudly, his eyes shining brightly.  Suman slowly uttered the last two words. It was too simple. She directly used English: "ANYHBE" Uh-huh, is there anything else?  The first two words, pizza and pasta, give people so much room for imagination, and Suman is smiling, and there is even a sudden twist, and several Italian buddies haven't reacted yet.  On the side, Goodwin was already sweating profusely. He was so depressed that he just wanted to scratch the wall. It was already difficult to take care of a grandfather in the kitchen. Well, now a little aunt came out to play. Goodwin  Wen had already foreseen the hot scene that was waiting for him. He really felt that his life was unlucky. Everywhere he went, there was smoke everywhere, and he was the innocent cannon fodder.
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