"Make some fun. ”

Chen Han smiled mysteriously and shouted loudly: "I have long heard that Rongya Xiaoju is the most famous and powerful restaurant in these streets, with excellent knife skills and impeccable cooking skills!"

Some diners followed suit and whistled.

"Thank you!" the restaurant manager thought someone was coming to the transparent kitchen.

Several chefs also had smiles on their faces, but when they saw Han Muxue, they felt that something was wrong.

"I've seen your restaurant menu. Chen Han said loudly: "Bring me a piece of Wensi tofu! A lion's head, and a general to cross the river." Before he could sit down, he began to order.

The manager smiled all over his face, these dishes are not cheap, such a way to eat, he must be an arrogant nouveau riche.

The chef looked disdainful as if provoked. All three dishes are a great test of knife skills and cooking.

When he sat down, Chen Han attracted everyone's attention.

"Brother Xiao Chen, aren't we too high-profile. Han Muxue was very uncomfortable when she saw everyone's eyes on her.

"It's not enough. Chen Han stood up and said, "I ask everyone here to have a piece of Wensi tofu per person!"

Han Muxue was stunned, how much does this cost.

In the hall, the atmosphere boiled and the diners applauded.

"On behalf of everyone, I would like to thank this generous customer!" the manager's face was flushed, and he walked up to Chen Han and gave him a compliment, until the intern chef ran over and whispered a few words in his ear, and his whole face suddenly collapsed.

It's not good!

It's not long ago.

A piece of Wensi tofu was served to Chen Han's table.

"You can taste it, our Master Dong can make flowers under the knife. The manager stood aside and boasted.

The chef hired by Master Dong's restaurant at a high price is a veteran of kung fu.

Chen Han glanced at the tofu soup and picked it up with chopsticks, "One by one, this tofu is not cut, it is pressed! Do you fool customers for fools? I asked each person for one, how can I eat it!"

"Huh?" the manager hurriedly asked him to leave.

Not long after, another Wensi tofu was delivered.

"Eh, your chef doesn't know how to do it, the tofu should be as thin as a hair, and the thickness should be even. You see, it's thicker than a needle. How can it melt in your mouth!" Chen Han shook his head again and again, and scooped another spoonful of soup, "It's not fresh, it's not beautiful, it's too bad!"

The manager's face froze, and he confirmed that it was correct, this is the one who came to smash the field.

Once again, the dish was returned.

Master Dong saw it in the kitchen, and the hand holding the knife trembled, angry and afraid.

Fail again, and the signboard is really smashed.

There are chefs who bite the bullet and give up after cutting a few knives, this dish is really a test of knife skills.

"How can Vincent tofu be so easy to make, he is clearly finding fault! Today we were all slapped in the face!" Master Dong's words stimulated everyone's hearts.

"The woman is Han Jingshan's daughter!"

"That's right...... This man doesn't look like a big man. The manager stomped his foot and came up with an idea: "I'll let him pay first." If he doesn't have money, he'll withdraw!"

"Then call Master Bao to come and save the scene. As long as he is there, Vince Tofu is not a piece of cake. ”

Everyone went their separate ways.

Chen Han heard the checkout request and said, "Help me count how many tables there are! ”

Han Muxue looked a little distressed, how much does this cost.

After the checkout was completed, Chen Han had an extra lion's head on the table, and seeing that Han Muxue was still hungry, he let her eat first.

Senior chef Bao Mingchao received a call and hurried over. As soon as he walked into the kitchen through the back door, he reprimanded: "I don't usually practice my craft well, but now my face is gone!

The chefs were scolded, but they were also steady, and they gathered around to prepare to fight.

Bao Mingchao's mobile phone knife fell, and the sound of the knife was continuous, dense like rain.

The restaurant and the kitchen are only separated by transparent glass, and customers are attracted by the bustle and come forward to observe, and applaud.

"There is a reason why this meal is expensive!"

"The tofu is so cut like a hair that you can taste it right away. ”

Han Muxue was sweating in her palms, and she couldn't eat a nervous mouthful of food.

Not long after, Bao Mingchao personally sent Wensi Tofu, followed by several chefs as entourage, full of momentum.

"You can taste it, authentic Wensi tofu!" Bao Mingchao's face was arrogant.

"Authentic?" Chen Han smiled and shook his head, "Authentic Wensi tofu is cut from water, if you cut it on the board, can the shredded tofu be considered authentic if it is adhered to the knife?"

Bao Mingchao's face seemed to have been slapped, and he said with a blue face: "You are not afraid of the wind smashing your front teeth!"

"You're here to make trouble!" said the manager, pointing to Vince Tofu, "You can find fault with this?" Get out of here, or I'll let people blow you away!"

"Han Muxue, your father lost the restaurant and came here to make trouble. Is it interesting?" said a chef pointing at Han Muxue.

"Do you deserve to make trouble?" Chen Han smiled and said, "This chef looks to be in his fifties, and he must have been cooking for thirty years." I'm just twenty-three, but I want to teach you the real Vince Tofu. ”

Suddenly, the scene was in an uproar.

Han Muxue was stunned, although she only learned to cook after her father fell ill. But since I was a child, I know how difficult this dish is.

"Okay, okay! Let me see if your hair has grown?" Bao Mingchao made a gesture of please.

Chen Han followed everyone to the kitchen, chose a knife, and put the tofu into the water.

"You are glaring at me like this, do you want to eat me?" Chen Hanchong teased the chefs around him, his eyes moved to Han Muxue, looking at her and smiling.

"Brother Xiao Chen, don't be distracted. Han Muxue said anxiously.

"No!" Chen Han's hand moved neatly, and the knife swam in the water like a fish, switching horizontally and vertically.

In a minute, he took out the killing knife and shook off the water stains on his hands.

Bao Mingchao couldn't wait to take the chopsticks, stirring the shredded tofu in the water, and said, "How is it possible!"

Each stick of tofu is as thin as a hair, and the roots are clear.

Bang dang!

Bao Mingchao kicked the basin over with a hard kick and scolded: "Smash the field, who asked you to come, look for death!"

The tofu shreds were scattered on the ground, and the customers could see more clearly through the window. Everyone knows that Bao Mingchao lost, and he lost completely.

"If you have the strength, are you still afraid of smashing the field?" Chen Han looked around.

The chef was speechless, his face flushed.

"I will come back in the future and practice your sword skills!"

Chen Han patted Han Muxue on the shoulder, his goal had been achieved, there was no need to stay any longer.

People know in their hearts that the signboard of Rongya Xiaoju has been ruined.

Customers have less sense of identity with it.

Since then, business has gradually declined.