Don't look at Guan Dasheng's drooping old age, after decades of hard work, he not only has a good tongue that tastes all kinds of flavors, but even his sense of smell has not deteriorated much, and he has long smelled the unique sweet fragrance of pineapple buns.

Pineapple buns are different from other delicacies, the dog ignores the buns and has to eat them while they are hot, the hot buns are stuffed into the mouth, the eyes are round, and the hot people pour air into the mouth for a while to call it comfortable.

Pineapple buns are different, they need to be left in the oven for a while, and when they are half-warm, the top layer of crispy skin will have a good taste, so that the pineapple buns have a soul.

"President Guan's nose is really sensitive, that's right, the pineapple bun is almost ready. ”

"Really, why don't you take it out quickly?"

Guan Dasheng was overjoyed.

In the first half of his life, he studied meticulously, and his cooking skills covered Xiangjiang, but in the second half of his life, he became more and more picky and poisonous, and he has not seen anyone praise him positively in the past 30 years, but there are many criticisms.

Just now he was obviously impressed by Zhou Dong's milk tea, but he still had to save face, it was a matter of habit, but he still knew how to eat it after all, just smelling the taste of pineapple buns, he knew that this Bo pineapple bun was the same as the stockings milk tea just now, which was not to be missed.

"Since the pineapple bun is an exhibit, of course it can be given to you.

But you didn't queue up just now, if I'm not mistaken, you just snatched Mr. She's first pot of tea, and now you want to drink these two pots of tea and eat pineapple buns, I'm afraid you need to queue up to get the number. ”

It is necessary to respect the elderly, but it also depends on who the object is, Guan Dasheng relied on the old man and sold the old man to snatch She Yulong's head pot of tea, Zhou Dong can see it clearly,

Especially the 'strong debate' just now, what is too much to say is not as good as the moon and the moon, and the big truth is one after another, in the final analysis, isn't it to earn an old face?

Zhou Dong was a little disgusted with this 'Poisonous Dragon King', and as soon as this awkward energy came up in his heart, he naturally wouldn't give him any more face.

Zhou Dong turned around and went into the makeshift kitchen: "Patriotic, give everyone a number, everything in order, send it in order,

President Guan didn't respect order just now and cut the queue in public, so he had to be the last in line this time. ”

"Okay!"

Zhou Aiguo shook his head, and the smugness in his heart was mentioned.

If you want to eat my teacher's handiwork, you have to line up honestly!

He has been messing with Boss Hua for a long time these days, not only has the level of Huaxia language risen, but his temper has also risen, since the teacher has spoken, it doesn't matter if you are the poisonous dragon king or whatever, you don't have to give face!

"Boy, you wait first. ”

Guan Dasheng held the number plate in his hand, almost unable to believe his eyes: "No. 101, you put me in the last row?"

Zhou Dong looked at him: "What's the problem?"

"Do you know who I am?

In Hong Kong, no chef has dared to let me line up for decades! Did you know that I was the chief judge of the final stage?

I even have the right to disqualify a participating chef from the competition.

Boy, let me ask again, do you want me to queue up at the old man's house?"

The old poisonous dragon looked at Zhou Dong with a smile: "Don't say I didn't give you a chance, it's too late for you to change your mind now." ”

"Hehe......"

Zhou Dong smiled slightly: "Leave the opportunity to others, I don't seem to need it." If President Guan wants to disqualify me, he can do it now, but I need a reason. ”

"Boy, in the Xiangjiang food industry, whatever my old man says is what he says, if you can't do it, you just can't, even if you are the imperial chef of the previous dynasty and the god of cooking from the sky, I want to cancel your qualification, and I don't need any reason at all.

The reason is very simple, these authoritative experts in the Xiangjiang food industry are all the disciples and grandchildren of my old man!

Who would dare to say a word about what I decided?"

"First, I am not from your Xiangjiang food industry, let alone your disciples!

Second, President Guan may not know that when I set up a stove in Kyushu Dingshi's breakfast, even if the president came, she had to line up obediently!

Thirdly, I can first take back the number plate I gave you before disqualifying me! I am still a contestant for the moment, and I have the right to refuse unwelcome 'guests'.

Patriotic, what are you waiting for? Why don't you take back the number plate of this president of the management department!"

Zhou Dong also lost his temper, sneered and looked at Guan Dasheng!

"Bang Bang!"

Yi Zhiyu applauded desperately and laughed: "Go to him~ Niang's Xiangjiang food world, Zhou boy, you said it well! If you are disqualified, my old man will be the first to withdraw from the jury!"

"Count me in!" Dong Qishen, a good old man, is also a fire, he has heard the name of the 'Poisonous Dragon King' for a long time, and he only knows that this is an extremely picky and diligent senior, but how do he know that the older he gets, the more confused he becomes, in this case, of course he wants to support the 'little junior brother'.

The onlookers of the Xiangjiang judges were silent, for many years, no one in the Xiangjiang food industry dared to lash out at the 'Poisonous Dragon King' in person, I didn't expect this young chef Zhou to be so bold, everyone felt very happy in their hearts, and secretly gave Zhou Dong a thumbs up.

"I can't believe that after 50 years, someone finally dares to criticize my old man to my face, and besides, he is such a young chef. ”

Guan Dasheng looked at Zhou Dong, a naughty look flashed in his old eyes, and the corners of his mouth gradually curled.

"Young man, good cook, good eloquence, good temper!

Good scolding!

If an industry has an authority that no one dares to offend, is there any hope for this industry, and is it possible to break through? It will become like a pool of stagnant water, and there is no hope!

Fifty years have passed, and since the day I reached the top of the 'Xiangjiang Chef', Xiangjiang has always looked at my horse's head.

What I've said is the golden rule!

The food I've ever cooked is of the highest standard!

I'm just a fart, and some people say it's fragrant!

What hope can they have, does the future of Xiangjiang Qinxing depend on this group of followers?

What about the Xiangjiang Chef? I'm not the Xiangjiang Chef yet!

Why have I become a shackle that Xiangjiang Qinxing can never break through, and a dark cloud hanging over Xiangjiang Qinxing?"

With a sigh, Guan Dasheng's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he nodded to Zhou Dong again and again: "Since that day, I have been waiting,

I await the birth of a genius who not only needs to have amazing cooking skills, but also the courage to challenge me!

At least you have to dare to scold me and scold me, right?

It's been so many years, I've finally arrived, young man, King Zhou, you're amazing!

My old man took it, because of your silk ~ socks milk tea, because you dare to scare my courage!"

All are silent, O Nima..... If I knew this, I could have scolded you a few words, I really didn't know you had such a hobby......

Yi Zhiyu slapped his thigh: "President Guan, dare you come to scold?" This is simple, the juniors can satisfy you." ”

"Fuck off, you deserve to scold me too?"

Guan Dasheng walked up to Zhou Dong with a smile: "Little Master Zhou, I really can't mention this number 101 before?" You see, I'm eighty-seven years old this year, old man, ......."