In order to stop Yang Qiong before she could serve the food, Su Zi took three steps and ran to the lobby with two steps.

only saw the back of Yang Qiong putting the meal in front of the diners.

"Your leaf rake is ready, please use it slowly. ”

Quiescence......

Su Zi's eyes were no longer around, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the man beside Yang Qiong.

The cuffs of the sweatshirt were raw, and the jeans were washed to a little white. Moxigan's hair was dyed purple, he looked quite uneasy to mess with, his skin was a little dark, and his physique was very lean, like a person from a southwestern cottage.

Watching Yang Qiong serve the food, the man didn't even move his chopsticks, and after a glance, he sneered: "This is your Ye Er rake?"

"Uh......"

Yang Qiong was stumped by a question and didn't know how to answer.

She left quickly just now, and she didn't know what Xue Yi and Su Zifang said, so she hurriedly took it out when she saw a plate on the table.

"I'm sorry, but the little girl brought out the half-finished product and made you laugh. ”

Su Zifang stepped forward and apologized.

"Who are you?"

The Mohican man raised his head and looked at Su Zifang, without a trace of hostility or kindness. When he came to ask him what flavor he wanted just now, he thought it was just an ordinary kitchen chopping board, but now it seems that his identity is still a little different.

"Su Zifang, the chef here, I made this semi-finished dish. ”

"Oh. The man replied simply, and did not continue to dwell on the issue of identity.

"The shop is not small, why is there so no rules?

This sentence is obviously a gun with a stick, not like a normal diner can say, Su Zifang frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"It's free. Moxican cocked a finger.

"Yes. Su Zifang heard this request and breathed a sigh of relief, this kind of serving accident is not too much.

"I have one more request. Seeing Su Zifang's promise, Mo Xigan raised a second finger on his head.

"Huh?"

"I want to try a dish with you!"

Mohican stood up and unfolded the burden beside him, revealing a row of neatly organized knives, the patterns should be forged from the finest Damascus steel.

Su Zifang felt that he was in trouble, and of course, there was another problem that he had to solve first.

Although he served the wrong dish on his side, looking at the posture of Moxigan and the kitchen utensils that had been prepared, he could guess that he had already had the intention of competing, but he gave an excuse for serving the wrong dish.

Otherwise, I will definitely make an appointment with myself for other reasons after eating.

Thinking of this, Su Zifang asked the key question: "So, who are you?"

Mo Xigan was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Su Zifang to ask like this, and asked rhetorically: "You don't know me?"

Su Zifang shook his head: "I don't know." ”

"I'm flying. Mohican leaned out of the table with his head propped up, and he didn't want to give up.

"I still don't know. ”

"Who should I be? It turns out that he is the self-proclaimed No. 1 fast knife in the southwest, the descendant of Mu Yun of the Dian Palace, Mu Fei?" An old but ridiculous voice sounded.

"Master. Su Zi turned his head and bowed slightly to Xue Yi.

"The bad old man is still very eye-catching!" Seeing that someone said his name, Mu Fei instantly became happy, no longer entangled with Su Zifang, and looked in the direction of Xue Yi.

Xue ...... Grandpa Xue!" Mu Fei's expression instantly collapsed. "Phew, Grandpa Xue, I didn't just say that you were a bad old man......"

"Master, do you know him?" Su Zifang looked at Xue Yi and then at Mu Fei.

These two people are really interesting!

"Recognize. Xue Yi bowed slightly.

"Grandpa Xue, why are you here, aren't you about to have a Huaiyang Cuisine Exchange Conference?" Mu Fei became respectful after recognizing Xue Yi, and he couldn't tell that he had just killed Matt.

"Why is your hair dyed like this?" Xue Yi didn't answer Mu Fei's words, glanced at the top of his head and asked angrily. "Your grandfather doesn't break your leg when he sees it!"

"Oh, my Grandpa Xue, you don't understand, this is called purple qi coming from the east! If you hadn't told my grandfather, I wouldn't have been picked up to attend this meeting. Mu Fei moved the stool next to him behind Xue Yi, "You sit!"

After speaking, he deliberately wiped the surface of the stool with his hand, which was much more attentive than Su Zifang, a genuine apprentice.

"My grandfather said that if he didn't win the first place, he would break my leg. Anyway, the leg always has to be broken, so be presumptuous and bold before it breaks. ”

"Master, what the hell is this?"

Seeing that the two of them were about to make a family meal, Su Zifang had to interrupt.

"Oh, I haven't introduced you yet, Mu Fei, my friend's grandson. His grandfather is Mu Yun, a master of Yunnan cuisine, and crossing the bridge rice noodles is their family's ancestral craft. This time, I also came to participate in the Huaiyang Cuisine Exchange Conference. ”

"Su Zifang, my old friend's grandson, my apprentice. ”

Su Zifang turned his gaze to Mu Fei and looked at it carefully, and Mu Fei also looked at Su Zifang again.

In Su Zifang's eyes, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that the young man with dyed purple hair in front of him still looked like a middle two, and he couldn't get along with the chef at all.

And in Mu Fei's opinion, a person who can even make mistakes in the basic process of cooking is not qualified to be a chef.

The disbelief on the faces of both sides does not need to be concealed.

"Are you a chef?" asked Su Zifang suspiciously.

"My Mu family has been guarding the Yunnan border for generations, and cooking is just one of my immature skills. Mu Fei raised his eyebrows, "But you, also a chef?"

"Speak well. Xue Yi glanced at Mu Fei, "This is not Dian City, you don't cause trouble, otherwise I won't be able to explain to your grandfather." ”

"Slightly!" Mu Fei blinked and made a grimace and stretched out his hand again, "Hello, I am Mu Fei, the first fast knife in the southwest, and the eighth generation of Yunnan cuisine in Mu Wangfu." ”

"Hello, Su Zifang, an outstanding graduate of the old south, the second generation of Su family cuisine. ”

Isn't it just a suffix to the name?

As the champion of the vigil, the collector of recipes, the owner of Silent Food, the inventor of dark cuisine, and the heir to the Joy Street system, Su Zifang has really not been afraid of anyone!

"It's all mess. Xue Yi couldn't stand it at first, and coughed heavily. "The glutinous rice balls are all dry, how is your filling? Hurry up and make it, and bring out my share by the way." ”

"Ah, yes!"

was reminded by Xue Yiyi, Su Zifang realized that he still owed a piece of diced meat and ham Ye Er rake, and hurriedly returned to the kitchen with the plate.

Just now when he was dealing with the serving outside, Xue Yi had already sliced the ham, and by the way, he also cut the pork belly into slices. Now you just need to dice and start stir-frying.

Heat the pan over high heat and remove half a tablespoon of oil into the pan. The pork belly and ham exude a charming aroma in the fat, stir-fry the sprouts while they are hot, and see that the ham, pork belly, and sprouts in the pot are all mixed evenly and can be served.

The glutinous rice dough is still tough.

Suzi is filled with filling, sealed, wrapped in well-washed ginger leaves and put it in the steamer.

The rest of the time is waiting.

After about ten minutes, Su Zifang took out his leaf rake. took out Xue Yi's plate from the incubator again, and brought it out of the house together.

"Ye Er rake, serve!"

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