"Worship post" is making a lot of noise in the Chinese and even international food circles.

Following.

Jing Chu, Baiyun Pavilion.

Early in the morning, the square in front of the main building of Baiyun Pavilion was filled with the sound of chirping, apprentices, disciples and miscellaneous servants all gathered here, in groups of three or two, referring to the terrifying Weibo headlines on the mobile phone screen, one by one depressed voices talking, and their faces were ugly.

"This kid surnamed Xia is too presumptuous!"

On the stairs, near the cloister of the main building, are more than a dozen chefs of Baiyun Pavilion. They are all dressed in black chef costumes, with silver needles and threads on their backs, embroidered with a white crane with wings ready to fly.

A chef surnamed Chu with a Chinese character face had a calm face, "If you openly hand over a letter of worship to our Baiyun Pavilion and kick the hall like this, you are not afraid that you will not be able to get off the stage and be ridiculed by the entire food world, but it will be embarrassing?"

The expressions of the chefs are not quite the same as those of the junior chefs.

This chef surnamed Chu is full of righteous indignation, but there are also people whose eyes flicker and make eye contact with each other, I am afraid that they have already formed an association to find a way out. Another chef surnamed Wang shook his head and sneered: "Can't get off the stage?"

"We in the Baiyun Pavilion can embarrass this Xia Demon King, who is there?" The chef surnamed Wang obviously planned to break up, and in front of his colleagues, he directly used mean words to uncover the scars that the chefs of the entire Baiyun Pavilion had to admit, "Chef Wei Zhongwei has been defeated, and there is no trace of him since." We, Baiyun Pavilion, unless the Yellow Pavilion Lord comes forward in person, otherwise, no one will be able to cure this Demon King of the Mixed World!"

After speaking, Chef Wang took a few colleagues and fled away.

For a skilled chef, there is no need to hang himself from a tree. Wherever they went, restaurant owners begged for hire with a lot of money.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Baiyun Pavilion is like a dangerous building, and only the head of the house, Huang He, is struggling to support it!

This group of chefs flew away, and immediately let Baiyun Pavilion fry the pot.

"Click-"

Just when everyone was at a loss, the closed door of the main building slowly opened, and Huang He's second disciple, Luo Tiangang, stood behind the threshold, his face sank like water, and said, "All the chefs of special grade and above, gather in the main building!"

The foundation of Baiyun Pavilion is really good.

The head of the house, Huang He, was defeated by the old man Xia Qing, and had to "disarm and return to the field", returning to the old nest from the imperial capital, and a group of people left at that time.

Wei Zhong defeated Xia Yu and left another group of people, and now, a boiling "worship post" is to publicly humiliate Baiyun Pavilion, so there was a bad scene where the chef surnamed Wang took another group of people to leave.

It seems that people go to tea and cool, but when Huang He summoned the order, in the main hall, the special kitchen team still deserves the word "huge", with 21 people.

It's just that the leading several top chefs, including the chef surnamed Wang, are gone, and only Chef Chu, who has a national face, remains.

What, Lin Kitchen?

In the entire Jingchu Province, there are only a few people in Lin Kitchen, Wei Zhong has retired, and now Baiyun Pavilion is at the level of Lin Kitchen, and only Luo Tiangang can barely hold up a field.

As for the celebrity chefs Duan Hong and Wang Qian, they belong to the Jingchu Chef Association and have never been the minions of Baiyun Pavilion.

"21 people ......"

In the lobby of the main building, on a yellow rosewood chair, Huang He's face was haggard, he glanced at the special chef team in front of him, and his eyes were full of anger, "It turns out that we have 49 special chefs in Baiyun Pavilion, and half of them have dispersed in just two or three months."

This 49-person special chef team is the country and foundation laid by Baiyun Pavilion in Jingchu for more than ten or twenty years, who knows that looking back, the foundation is more than half empty, and Huang He did not vomit three liters of blood is already considered to have excellent psychological quality.

"Pavilion Master—"

As soon as everyone gathered, the main building was quiet, and an apprentice outside shouted, "There is a greeting post!"

Huang He's face twitched, and he grabbed the armrest of the wooden chair, "Bring it in!"

Really.

A public post on the Internet is not enough, and now this one is delivered to the address of Baiyun Pavilion in person in the form of an alternate day courier, and the recipient is Huang He.

Opening the encapsulated bag, Huang He looked at the handwritten book with a splash of handwriting, his eyes widened, and he only felt that his heart was depressed, and he had nowhere to vent his anger and shame.

There was a difficult and suppressed sound of "hmm" in his throat, tearing and pulling, Huang He's face was expressionless, he tore up the handwritten letter in public, and said coldly: "This grandson of the Xia family is too deceitful!!"

Huang He stood up, and the group of special chefs gathered in front of him all lowered their heads and spontaneously moved out of the way.

At the gate of the main building, Huang He looked at the blue sky and sunny day, and his voice spread throughout Baiyun Pavilion: "From today on, Baiyun Pavilion will be closed and will not accept outsiders. ”

"Also, right here—"

Point to the square in front of the main building, "Build a cooking arena here!"

"Ringing?"

"What, is the Yellow Pavilion Lord going to personally deal with the Demon King of the Mixed World?"

"It's a good thing, it's a good thing!

The apprentices and disciples below were all shouting.

The special chefs looked at each other, and the atmosphere was shrouded. These chefs think more, a summer demon king, a new Lin chef, forced Huang He to come forward in person......

In other words, it is a cattle slaughtering knife used to kill chickens.

A young and vigorous demon king who kicks the hall needs to be suppressed by the head of the house, doesn't this fulfill the decline of Baiyun Pavilion.

The hearts of the special chefs are heavy, and some people are already secretly regretting that they did not exit the "whirlpool" in time.

By the time Huang He had finished his encouragement and morale-boosting speech to the group of mainstay chefs below, it was already noon.

The doors of the main building "click" close.

"Master-" Luo Tiangang held back the fire in his belly, "This ring should be built by my order." It's up to you, there must be some negative rumors out there. That demon king of the world, let me come forward, I ......"

Huang He waved his hand to interrupt, and the corners of his lips seemed to smile: "How much confidence do you have?"

If he hadn't looked at the video of the Xia Demon King defeating his senior brother Wei Zhong in the suburbs of Outer Mongolia, Luo Tiangang would definitely answer "Powerful enemy", but now, he couldn't speak.

"Alright. Huang He's eyes showed a hint of ridicule, "Who said that I set up a ring to kill a junior?"

"Humph!"

Huang He's eyebrows condensed and killed, "It's okay to make a big fuss." Looking at his young and vigorous grandson, with such a battle book, can Xia Qing, that old guy, sit still? He is bound to follow his grandson's pace and go to Baiyun Pavilion to watch the battle. When the time comes, I will openly issue a halberd war letter to him!"

"This ring is set up for the duel between the dragon chef and the dragon chef, what kind of little demon king is not qualified to be on stage!"

Luo Tiangang suddenly said: "It turns out that Master, you are going to borrow the heat and be ashamed!"

"Yes, I have a sharp weapon, how can Xia Qing fight with me this time?"

A cold low laugh spread.

……

One week is enough time for the popularity of the "Worship Post" incident to reach an unprecedented peak.

Domestic and foreign countries are boiling, any food magazine, food self-media, every day there are large articles interpreting the "worship post", and predicting the culinary fierce battle that will break out after Xia Yu arrives in Baiyun Pavilion as promised.

As the initiator of the incident, Xia Yu hid after sending the message, there was no news, and all exercises with the outside world were cut off, which made people from the outside world scratch their ears and cheeks anxiously, and Ju downstairs was also blocked by a large number of media people every day because of the incident.

In the blink of an eye, it's another Friday.

In the evening, an airport direct bus slowly stopped at the door of Ju downstairs, and the Ju downstairs team was full of people in the sunset, or carrying backpacks or dragging suitcases, as if going out.

There are people squatting at the front door and back door, and at this point in time, before the storm, Xia Yu knows that there is no need to avoid interviews.

There was a commotion.

Flashes of light and long guns and short cannons surrounded the young chef who walked out of the door, and the problem was like no money, turning into a torrent of sound and pouring into his ears.

"Chef Xia, are you planning to go to the appointment?"

"Can you briefly talk about your attitude towards Baiyun Pavilion and Yellow Crane Master and Apprentice, we are all very puzzled by the fighting spirit revealed between the lines of your letter of worship......

Even, some reporters quipped: "Society, my Xia Demon King, are you going to demolish Baiyun Pavilion?"

Xia Yu was calm.

"Cough, let's make it convenient, I'll only give a unified answer to all questions, I understand everyone's mood of wanting to see the excitement and want to see the excitement, that's right, this time, I'm going to kick the gym!"

He used an emphatic tone in the word "kicking the hall", and his expression was very solemn.

The riot at the gate of the chrysanthemum downstairs stopped.