The appearance of Cheng Baliang surprised everyone present and Liu Hao's live broadcast room.

"Old man with a poisonous tongue, why did you appear here?"

"I don't know, his old man usually has good food wherever he is!"

"Could it be that he came here specifically to taste the anchor's white-cut chicken?"

"This ...... Possibly!"

......

How is this possible?

What kind of thing is he, Liu Hao?

As long as he is a normal person, he will probably know that Cheng Baliang will definitely not come here to taste the dishes made by Liu Hao.

He has a senior chef certificate, and he still passed the relationship test!

As far as his ability is concerned, he is to post money to let Cheng Baliang come over to eat, and no one is interested.

"It's no problem for my father-in-law to come over and be this referee!"

When he came to everyone, Zhong Liang opened his mouth and said, invisibly with his own aura, and everyone couldn't help but take two steps back.

"Look, isn't this Zhong Liang, director of our Liangzhou City Public Security Bureau?"

"yes, that's him, he's on TV a lot!"

"Oh my God, how could such a big man like Director Zhong come here?

......

For a while, the entire scene and the live broadcast room were full of gossip and discussion.

Anyone with some brains should be able to imagine that this thing is starting to become more and more full of a particularly strange atmosphere.

"Could it be that the owner of that restaurant is really the god of war of Zhenguo?"

"What you said upstairs makes sense, after all, that's what is written in novels!"

"Cut, maybe it's just a coincidence!"

......

"It's naturally best for the venomous old man to be the referee!"

The assistant met Zhong Liang's words with a flattering smile.

Cold sweat was all over his forehead.

He's not a fool.

How could Zhong Liang and the poisonous old man appear here by coincidence, the two of them must have come here for a purpose.

Zhong Lianglai, he may not be able to say the reason for this.

But the old man with a poisonous tongue must have come here to eat.

Where the venomous old man can go in person, there must be some kind of master.

In this small restaurant, who can be the master?

Who else could it be besides Chen Xiu?

Although he didn't believe that Chen Xiu still had such a relationship and such a strong strength, his reason couldn't help but believe it.

He knew, this time, if nothing else.

Liu Hao must have lost.

"Haohao, come, bring the dishes you made over and give them to the old man with a poisonous tongue!"

The assistant casually turned off the mobile phone for the live broadcast, and then walked to Liu Hao's side.

"Grandpa Cheng, this is my specialty Cantonese white-cut chicken I just made, please Grandpa Cheng don't hesitate to advise!"

In the face of Cheng Baliang, Liu Hao's attitude changed suddenly, and he was indescribably polite and respectful.

Live like a well-behaved child who knows how to be polite.

"Are you Liu Fei's son?"

Cheng Baliang glanced at Liu Hao.

He has an impression of Liu Hao, because his father is also a chef, and he is also the chef of the only three-Michelin-starred restaurant in the whole Liangzhou, focusing on Cantonese cuisine.

Cheng Baliang and Liu Fei know each other, and they have also seen Liu Hao twice.

"Exactly!"

Liu Hao said with a smile, looking very honored.

His assistant was also relieved.

Liu Hao and Cheng Baliang know each other, so it will save him some face, and he shouldn't say that it is worthless.

"Your dad is also a master of Cantonese cuisine, and the old man just saw that you learned a few skills from your dad!"

Cheng Baliang said with a smile.

Then he sat down next to the table.

Liu Hao diligently handed over the chopsticks:

"Taste it!"

Then, those of his fans also crowded over and started the live broadcast.

"Just from the hue of this white-cut chicken, you have learned half of your father's kung fu. ”

Holding the chopsticks, Cheng Baliang just glanced at it, then frowned and said.

"This dish is particular about color and flavor, three points are indispensable, you have no color, it is difficult for people to have the desire to taste!"

Cheng Baliang's face was a little disgusted.

"Hey, yes, yes!"

Liu Hao nodded again and again on the side, in front of authority, he didn't know what to refute.

"Old man with a poisonous tongue, you taste the taste, see how it goes, maybe the taste is on the line?"

The assistant smiled on the side.

"It's hard to make people have an appetite just because of the hue, and you told the old man that the taste can be on the line?"

Cheng Baliang sharply retorted:

"It's a piece of in the shape, but the old man told you that it tasted very good and let you eat it, do you have an appetite?"

"Hey, this, it's ......"

The assistant touched the ash on his nose.

"Dad......" Zhong Liang hurried to the old man's ear and whispered.

"Is that so?"

Cheng Baliang glanced at Zhong Liang.

"Uh-huh!"

"Alright then!"

Cheng Baliang changed his attention again:

"However, since it was made by the juniors, and it was the dish that you came to play in the stadium game, I came to be the referee, so I naturally want to taste it!"

Then, he took a piece of chicken and put it in his mouth.

From that moment on, the assistant and Liu Hao were sweating nervously.

Others, on the other hand, are also looking forward to and curious.

They are very interested in the results.

"Well, Xiao Liu, you still have to work hard, your skill is not half as deep as your father!"

After a little silence, Cheng Baliang finally spoke.

"This ......"

This sentence is not a big blow.

After all, Liu Hao's father is a chef of a three-star Michelin restaurant, and his skills can be imagined, and even, in the eyes of some people, Cheng Baliang's words can be regarded as affirmation and praise for Liu Hao.

"Thank you Grandpa Cheng, I will work harder!"

When Liu Hao heard this, he was excited, and hurriedly said modestly.

"Listen to me!"

Cheng Baliang interrupted Liu Hao, and then continued:

"The vitality of the meat is average, and the taste of the sauce is okay, but it is not fully integrated into the chicken, so I put the chicken in my mouth, and after the sauce is diluted by my saliva, the chicken almost has no taste of sauce, just like eating a piece of white meat, and the taste of the chicken itself is not processed well, it all depends on the taste of the sauce to cover it, and the sauce is completely exposed when it is gone!"

"Also, the thickness of this chicken slice is inconsistent, and your knife skills need to be improved!"

I have to say that it is not for nothing that Cheng Baliang is called a poisonous tongue.

His tongue tastes the buds, that's really poisonous.

It's like opening a magnifying glass.

Ordinary people don't care about the slightest, or the subtleties that can't be tasted, he can find it clearly.

"If you want to score by my standard old man, a maximum of three points will be given for a full score of ten points, and your father can barely get eight points!"

Cheng Baliang put down his chopsticks and stopped tasting.

He really didn't have any desire.

"This ......"

Cheng Baliang's words just now were like a series of cannons, Liu Hao's body was incomplete, he was useless, and he deeply doubted life.

However, those are not shocking, at most they are pointing out his shortcomings.

However, the last sentence is too shocking.

A maximum of 10 points, up to 3 points?

Hard work, one or two hours to make a dish is three points?

Moreover, this is also very suspicious of Liu Hao's level!

The best dish is actually three points?

Is this what a senior chef qualifies as?

Then this senior chef is too worthless!

Is it just a matter of having hands?

"Old man, isn't your score a little low?"

The assistant was upset.

At the same time, it is also to save a little Liu Hao's face and mentality.

"If you doubt the level of the old man, then I didn't say those words just now, you can give as many points as you want!"

Cheng Baliang glanced at the assistant, and he said unhappily.

"No, no, no, no, of course I wouldn't doubt your level!"

Looking for trouble by himself, he was slapped in the face by "snapping", and the assistant had to end up with a red face and a smile.

"Here, there's another plate, and I'll bring it to the old man to taste!"

Regardless of Liu Hao and them, Cheng Baliang shouted again.

At this time, everyone remembered that it was not only Liu Hao today, but also Chen Xiu.

Next, it's time for them to see how Chen Xiu is doing.

"Little brother, bring it over and let the old man taste it, the palace dishes you made!"

Zhong Liang smiled kindly and waved at Chen Xiu.

Whether the relationship between him and the old man can be slowed down depends on Chen Xiu's dish.

"Good!"

Chen Xiu took the dish and put it in front of Cheng Baliang, and handed over a pair of chopsticks.

"Please!"