"Keeping you waiting. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Mo Fei took the phone and said to Ran Cui with some apologies.

Hearing Mo Fei's voice, Zhang Xixi's tone immediately changed, becoming more gentle and amiable.

She talked to Fan Hanhan on the phone several times, and Fan Hanhan heard that there were Arctic snow clams, and excitedly said that he must eat them, even if he went to Canghai to eat them.

"Boss Mo is really sorry, I'm Zhang Xixi, I'm bothering you again......" She put on an unprecedented low posture.

"Don't bother, is there anything else Miss Zhang do?" asked Mo Fei.

"I want to order [white fungus stewed snow clams]. ”

To consume, you have to ask for people, which is definitely the first time for Zhang Xixi.

"Tomorrow's 20 copies are sold out. Murphy replied to her.

"What about the day after tomorrow?" Zhang Xixi asked next.

"Miss Zhang, I'm too busy before New Year's Day, if you want to eat, please wait until after January 5th. ”

Zhang Xixi groaned, after New Year's Day, Fan Hanhan wants to go to the crew to film, and it will take at least half a month to have time, how can he have time to go to Canghai.

"The day after tomorrow...... Is it really not possible?" Zhang Xixi's voice was almost pleading.

"Not really. Murphy readily refused.

Hung up the phone, Zhang Xixi hurriedly reported to Fan Hanhan, Fan Hanhan was also stunned, "Sister Xixi, you have always been clean and neat, why can't you do this little thing?"

Zhang Xixi was speechless, that hateful Mo boss was not moved by money, coercion and temptation, and was not tempted by soft begging, and she was far away in a small city hundreds of miles away, and she couldn't come to the door in person, she was really at a loss.

"I didn't go to the crew for the time being after New Year's Day, and I told the director that I was sick......" Fan Hanhan is known as a model artist, she has never asked for leave or work, this is the first time.

"This ...... Is it appropriate?" asked Zhang Xixi.

"Do you think my face can still be seen?"

……

In the evening, after sending off the guests who drank the [Half Immortal God Measuring Wine], Mo Fei boiled the last payment of Chinese medicine and endured to soak his tongue.

Just as he was about to go to bed, his tongue suddenly hurt, like a knife scraping flesh little by little. He hurried to the bathroom mirror, stuck out his tongue to look, and saw that the black skin on it was beginning to peel off.

He stretched out his tongue and gently peeled off the black skin that had fallen off, revealing a new skin underneath, pink and tender like a baby's tongue.

The tongue molted and was reborn, which meant that the primary chapter of the [Divine Tongue Technique] had been completed, and he couldn't wait to enter the kitchen, turned out a boiled egg from the blue crystal cabinet, and took a bite.

Wow!

Murphy was amazed, like years of myopia and glasses, finally seeing everything in front of him clearly.

He clearly felt the different flavors in the braised eggs, intertwined with each other, but distinct.

Tasting the boiled eggs carefully, he tasted some of the slightest deficiencies.

"It turns out that the braised eggs have been soaked for a long time, and the taste is a little salty......"

"Oh, the egg yolk still has a hint of fishy smell, next time I will add a piece of tangerine peel to it......"

The voice of the system came out, like a profiteer nagging in his ear: "Host, your [Divine Tongue Technique] has been a small success, and after improving the dishes, you can increase the price appropriately." ”

"No need, they are all regular customers, and they can't bear to raise the price again. ”

The system immediately looked at him with admiration, "Tsk, I can't imagine that the host is also a person with a conscience......"

"Oh yes, did you just find out?"

"By the way, host, your [Roast Leg of Lamb] hasn't been claimed yet, don't wait for it to expire. ”

Mo Fei received the [Roast Leg of Lamb], refused the system's request to try it out, and fell asleep.

Before breakfast the next day, Murphy posted another notice on the door, and the crowd in line immediately stirred.

"Friends in the front, what Boss Mo wrote, you shouted. Someone at the back of the line was asking loudly.

"Bad news!" the person in front responded.

"Ahh

"It's not closed, it's starting tomorrow, and all the food and alcohol orders will be suspended!"

"No, I'd like to make a reservation for tomorrow's pufferfish. Someone said disappointedly.

"Half-immortal god measuring wine, my money is ready, when will I be able to drink you!" someone sighed.

"Boss Mo is too capricious, how can he change around. ”

"What do you know, Boss Mo is going to participate in the city's food competition, and he has to be prepared. "Someone told the truth.

"With our Boss Mo's cooking skills, does he still need to prepare?"

"That's right, if Boss Mo wasn't the champion, I would be the first to disagree!"

"When the time comes, we'll all go to the scene to support Boss Mo, okay?!"

"Good ......" Suddenly, the crowd erupted in a burst of cheers.

In order to prepare for the city's food competition, Mo Fei also worked hard, stopping the most profitable scheduled dishes and wine, and squeezing out all the time to practice carving.

All afternoon, he sat in the shop carving small winter melons.

The inside of the winter melon was hollowed out, and he made it into a winter melon cup. The skin on the outside is hollowed out, and a simple picture of a fish is being carved, the big carp has begun to take shape, and the little fat doll is cute and cute, and it looks like it is carved.

It was not yet half past four o'clock, and Yan Cuishan knocked on the door.

"Boss Mo is busy, I'm restless all day, just waiting for two cups of [White Fungus Stewed Snow Clams]. He looked eager, a green tendon looming in his neck, and looking at his appearance, he couldn't wait to drink it immediately to enjoy it.

Gourmets, on the other hand, are actually gluttonous ghosts, and the urgency for the food they have not eaten and are about to eat is like a worm tickling in the heart.

"Well, please sit down and wait a minute, it's simmering in the pot......" Murphy sat down again and continued carving.

Where can Yan Cuishan sit still, he leaned in front of Mo Fei, pointed to the winter melon and said: "The way of carving is that there are ravines in the heart, just like making a fuss, you must plan the layout in advance." Boss Mo, with all due respect, your winter melon cup is also defective, so it's better to start over. ”

Mo Fei was originally very passionate, and Yan Cuishan's words were like a basin of cold water poured down, half cold.

"Mr. Yan knows how to carve?" Mo Fei asked, raising his head.

"A little bit of it. Yan Cuishan is quite conceited, he once studied under Mr. Gu Yi, a master carver, although he dropped out of school halfway, his roots are still there.

Mo Fei was originally angry in his heart, and when he saw Yan Cuishan's expression, he asked, "Please Mr. Yan for advice." ”

Yan Cuishan smiled, "I can't talk about teaching, my teacher once said that carving must first have the overall situation, then convey the spirit, and then the details." I see that this winter melon cup you carved, entangled in the details, after carving, the style will not match the front and back......"

"At that time, my teacher once said that carving on the ingredients is the most difficult, and you have to think about the shape of the ingredients first, and then go under the knife. His old man once carved the "Qingming Riverside Map" on a radish radish, which is really a miracle. ”

Mo Fei was stunned, there are so many characters and scenes in "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival", how can a radish be carved? It seems that the carver is very knowledgeable.

The two talked for a while, and Murphy benefited a lot.

At this time, the pot was boiling, Yan Cuishan hurriedly stopped his mouth and motioned to Mo Fei to go to the kitchen to take a look.

Mo Fei opened the pot, there was a faint fragrance of white fungus in the air, he stirred it lightly a few times, poured in coconut milk, put a dozen rock sugars, and adjusted it to a low heat.

"Boss Mo, are the clams soaked in pure water?"

"With distilled water. ”

"How many times has it been soaked?"

"150 times. ”

"Ahh

He swallowed, and then asked, "Boss Mo, how long will it take to eat?"