There was no trace of smile on Suman's face. No matter how much she pretended to be like a cat, she was still a wolf in essence. She was still an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf. Xiao Ling would be scratched half to death if she touched her. What's more? These barbarians directly touched her. When she wrote that dark recipe, she had no other intention. She just wanted to show the richness and variety of Chinese food and let others see the breadth and depth of our food culture. I didn¡¯t expect that it would be distorted like this in the mouths of these people. Suman looked at these young chefs with awe. This matter is not over yet. The man who had taken the magazine away from Suman was the first to come to his senses. His jaw was tense, his eyes were staring at Suman, and he stood up angrily. His height of 1.9 meters was extremely oppressive. He put his arms around his shoulders, took a big step towards Suman, and asked gloomily. : "What are you talking about, kid?" Several other young chefs also reacted and stood up one after another. The tall men surrounded Suman, as if a group of wild wolves were staring at their prey. Suman is as petite as a sheep waiting to be slaughtered. Goodwin was sweating profusely and jumped between the two of them. In his desperation, he spoke very fluently, "Jerome, this is the master's distinguished guest." He almost shouted, "Jerome is condescending." Looking at the girl, looking at her slender neck, as if he could strangle her with one hand, he ordered coldly: "Apologise". Goodwin immediately looked at Suman, with a pleading look that clearly meant: "Auntie, see you." Just give it up and give me a step to come down quickly. It¡¯s windy up there, so be careful not to let your waist slip away. Suman raised one corner of his mouth and sneered. His slender hand suddenly stretched out, passed between the two tall men, and grabbed him. He grabbed the knife on the chopping board, raised it high, and struck it down hard. Like a flash of lightning, the men's circle of encirclement expanded involuntarily, and then an obvious gap appeared. Looking at the embarrassed men, Suman smiled. Following her line of sight, the men's eyes fell on the cutting board. The long knives stuck firmly on the cutting board fully demonstrated how much they had just done. cowardly. Only Jerome's pupils shrank, but others didn't know it, but he saw it. This oriental girl looked thin and small, but with a casual chop, she could actually chop the knife vertically into the cutting board, which fully demonstrated her How powerful is his wrist. Jerome was thoughtful, could he have met a colleague? Suman sneered. The sneer was so clear in the quiet kitchen that it made the fair skins of several grown men turn red. They were so shocked just now that they really thought she was going to kill someone with a knife. Suman spoke slowly, with a domineering temperament about him: "I know you are dissatisfied, and now I will give you a chance to compare and see whether Eastern cuisine is better, or Italian food is unpalatable. " She turned her eyes to Gu Wen, who was trying his best to stick herself to the wall, and ordered: "Translate" Gu Wen shuddered and subconsciously translated according to Suman's words. Jerome's eyes narrowed and he slapped Goodwin hard on the forehead: "Idiot, Eastern cuisine is better, Italian food tastes bad, isn't that the same thing?" Suman raised his eyebrows and bowed slightly. Standing up, he couldn't hide his smile and interjected: "Thank you for agreeing with me." Jerome let go of Goodwin in his hand and stared at Suman. He realized that this girl was very good at playing language traps, and he was very good at playing language traps with her. It would be unwise to argue. He narrowed his eyes and asked hesitantly: "Are you also a cook? Suman raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "No, unfortunately, I'm not a real chef yet. I'm just a trainee chef now." " The faces of the men around him immediately showed contempt. A trainee chef? Tsk tsk, the one they have here is qualified as a formal chef. After all, a real noble's private kitchen will not be used to train apprentices. Jerome's His face was completely relaxed, ha, a trainee chef. In the world of Western chefs, the hierarchy is extremely strict. The chef wearing the highest white chef's hat is like a king, while the trainee chef who is almost short and close to the scalp is almost like a knight's attendant. The distance between the two is as great as heaven and earth. The sarcasm at the corner of Suman's mouth became more and more obvious, with a hint of arrogance, and he started the group mocking mode: "Yes, I am a small trainee from the East. Chefs, I formally challenge you. Do you dare to accept the challenge? " As she spoke, she glanced at Goodwin and grabbed Goodwin, pulled off his tie, put it into gloves, and threw it at Jerome's feet. "The men's expressions changed, this kind of The provocation tactics used by medieval nobles in duels have a very powerful taunting attribute, which can stimulate the fighting instinct of male creatures to the greatest extent. Goodwin almost couldn't control his screams, and he could almost foresee his preliminary butler trainee report. It was marked with a bright red cross. Jerome had a bad temper.?, He didn¡¯t even need to lose the boss¡¯s face, and the words ¡°Xixiang Lianyu¡± were rudely blocked by him. In front of him was no longer a pretty and cute oriental soft girl, but a girl from the oriental barbaric country with a steel fork. Female Man "Okay, then I'll show you what a senior chef is like." Jerome smiled ferociously, stepped on the black tie, and turned the soles of his shoes arrogantly, making Goodwin want to cry without tears - ¡ªHis meager salary couldn¡¯t afford a high-end suit, but he spent it all on this high-end custom-made bow tie. In the restaurant, little Andrew was very impatient to wait, and the group of guests had already given up their seats on their own initiative. The two couches were given to this group of uninvited intruders. He stood beside them cautiously, but did not even dare to take a breath. Earl Andrew took the wine glass and drank one sip after another in anger. Little Andrew casually pointed to one of the row of men in black clothes standing by the wall: "You, go and see what happened." Before he finished speaking, Goodwin, who was crying and wiping his tears, rolled in smoothly. With a face full of sorrow and holding his own black tie that was completely intact, he said, "Master, Jerome and Miss Su are in trouble. Jerome and Miss Su are fighting." Earl Andrew stood up immediately, his face was ashen: "What's going on?" Little Andrew stood up at the same time. , his eyes were bright, full of interest in discovering a new toy: "A fight started? How to fight?" Goodwin wiped a cold sweat, the old master and the young master focused on different points, which fully exposed the personalities of the two people. He suddenly felt that his future was in jeopardy, Alexander. They talked about everything from the conversation they heard at the door to Suman's provocation. When he heard Suman snatching the knife with his bare hands and frightening away several men with one blow, little Andrew was so excited. He rubbed his hands and walked out. Jean's eyes flashed and he followed him, and the others followed him happily. The original guests looked at each other and walked behind quietly. Earl Andrew's face was ashen, he stood up with difficulty, and walked at the end. The voice of Goodwin, who was walking beside Little Andrew, became sad: "That's it. Miss Su pulled off my tie, threw it at Jerome's feet, and proposed a duel." Little Andrew grabbed it He grabbed the arm of his friend Ptolemy and his voice was trembling: "It's so fun. This girl, if she wins later, it seems good to let her become the future Countess Andrew." He imagined the old man looking at him. When marrying an Asian with black hair and eyes, he was so angry that he vomited blood. Suddenly he turned around and shouted to Earl Andrew who was walking at the end: "Old man, how did you meet such a lovely girl?" Earl Andrew's face darkened, he snorted, and said bluntly: "George, it was George who entrusted me to take care of her. "Su's" Little Andrew's voice suddenly became hoarse. Ptolemy mused thoughtfully and murmured: "So, last time in the United States, George VIII asked us to snatch the girl away from Aziz. "Little Andrew's eyes suddenly widened: "Damn it, I didn't go to the Golden Triangle, you actually caused so many fun things." He used his arms to strangle his companion's neck, "Hurry up. Let me tell you how Aziz got involved with this girl." As he spoke, he had already arrived in front of the kitchen door. From the half-opened door, the clear and sweet voice of the oriental girl came clearly: "I have tasted it today. I ordered the pasta you made, but that¡¯s all. Since you are proud of the delicious Italian pizza, let¡¯s compete to see who makes the better pizza.¡± Little Andrew was silent for a moment, and after a while, he took out his own pizza. Ear looked at the friend beside him suspiciously: "Ptolemy, please tell me if you heard me wrong." Ptolemy turned his head with a dull look on his face, "No, you heard me right, that girl really wants to challenge your country. The most famous one is pizza." Little Andrew blinked and said in disbelief: "Ha, doesn't she know that Jerome is from Naples, the best at making pizza, and was even the last pizza king?" As the hometown of pizza, Naples often holds various pizza-related activities. The most famous and popular one is the Pizza King competition. No age limit, no gender limit, as long as the pizza you make is delicious enough, you can sign up. The judges are the chefs of the twelve most famous pizza restaurants in Naples. For excellent pizza, the chefs will stamp a stamp on the hand of the contestant. Whoever collects the most stamps will be the final pizza king. Last time, Jerome had six stamps on each arm. In other words, he was recognized by all twelve chefs. With such a person, it was a competition to see who could make better pizza. Little Andrew touched his chin. This girl was really crazy. She was really to his liking. Little Andrew was confused as to whether he should steal love from King George VIII.