Although Zhang Feng was a little confused, he was still able to accept it, and he said in his heart that he really didn't pick the wrong restaurant, and he actually met a "master".

After a while, a dark-skinned middle-aged man came out of the back hall and walked towards Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng hurriedly stood up, with a respectful look on his face, and looked at the middle-aged man with a smile.

"Sir, are you looking for me?" the middle-aged man asked with a smile.

Zhang Feng nodded and said, "Yes, my name is Zhang Feng, I am from Huaxia, and the food you made simply brought me a new life, and it is difficult to describe the soul shock at that moment." ”

"Thank you for your review, my name is Adula, the owner of this shop and the chef of the pastries you eat. The middle-aged man held out his hand.

"Do you want to know how to make these pastries?" said Adullah with a smile.

"Is it okay?" Zhang Feng asked incredulously.

"Of course, sit. ”

Immediately, Adulla introduced the food on the table to Zhang Feng, and Zhang Feng listened and tasted it, and was in an extremely good mood.

“…… I'm not good at it, but if you can get my dad to do it, I'm sure you'll taste even more delicious food in a while. Adula looked out the window at the old man who was selling bread.

"That old man is your father?" Zhang Feng exclaimed.

"Well, people are old, and I'm afraid that the craftsmanship will be unfamiliar. Adula's face was full of pride.

Indeed, having such a father is indeed something to be proud of, as for why the waitress didn't tell Zhang Feng about the relationship between the old man outside and the boss here, it may be that she is afraid that ordinary people will misunderstand.

Zhang Feng knows that some things can't be done with money, top chefs, just like his trip to Hong Kong, there is an old shop, and the old people in that shop make so many fried rice every day, Zhang Feng purely has some experience to get the old man's license and get a fried rice, so he asked: "How can I ask the old man to do it?"

"Of course, it's food, my father is very interested in Chinese food, but he doesn't want to leave here, and there is no Chinese restaurant here in Lanka that can move him. Adula said.

"Maybe I could, but Lanka didn't have the ingredients I needed, so I had to substitute seafood, and I thought I could make the old man's dream come true. Zhang Feng's words were sonorous and powerful, and there was no lack of confidence at all.

Adullah's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly: "Although you are very young, you are extremely confident, tell me, how do you need me to cooperate with you." ”

"As long as you have live seafood, just get me some and some chili. Zhang Feng said.

"Okay, wait for me, you eat first, I'll be back soon." ”

"Good. ”

And Zhang Feng, when he heard Adulla say that his old father could make more delicious things, the worms in his heart had already been hooked, and where did he still have the appetite to eat the food on the table.

"System, do you think I'm going to make a delicacy that will make the old man outside excited?" Zhang Feng asked.

"Host, I can't predict this. ”

"Yes, forget it, I feel that the journey of Sri Lanka is about to begin, by the way, system, what do you think about the fact that I was hacked?" Zhang Feng chattered.

"Host, you're asking the wrong person. ”

"Okay, I'll go talk to the old man first, you're busy. Zhang Feng got up and said.

If the system were an individual, it was estimated that there was a black line, but it did not answer, but disappeared directly.

At night, the street is filled with the smell of food, and the stalls of the elderly are full of diners, most of whom are locals, waiting for the old people to make them pancakes.

"Go, go, line up. The old man said in his native language.

Zhang Feng saw what the old man meant, waved his hand, and gestured: "I'm just looking, just looking." ”

The old man glared at Zhang Feng and continued to get busy, watching the old man's production techniques up close, which reminded Zhang Feng of the scene when he watched the old man in an alley in Shunde make soup dumplings.

It's all so handy, without the slightest hesitation, and you can be distracted to chat with others.

"I'll make a seafood soup dumpling later?" Zhang Feng made up his mind.

……

The old man planned to close the stall, so he did an hour every day, turned off the lights of the tricycle, signaled that it was no longer open, glanced at Zhang Feng, thought that Zhang Feng had no money, and said, "Don't you eat one? I'll give you one." ”

Zhang Feng shook his head and didn't speak, Adullah just walked over, with a smile on his face, and said, "Father, don't you want to taste the food of Huaxia? ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, and said angrily: "Nonsense, food has no accumulation of years, how can it be made, look at such an old age, you are still deceived!"

The old man was right, but Adullah glanced at Zhang Feng, who had a determined face, and said: "Father, I said let's go to Huaxia together, you don't go, now I have met a confident Chinese gourmet, if you don't try it, you will deny others?" He just took a bite of the dim sum I made, and he tasted that taste, and more importantly, after I left, he didn't take an extra bite of what I made!"

Adullah's neck turned red as she spoke, as if she was arguing with reason.

"Okay, well, if he can't make food that makes me happy, I'd rather bring that technique into the ground!" the old man threw the three wheels and walked towards the hotel.

Adullah didn't get angry, and in an instant, a slow smile appeared on his face, and said: "Little brother, I'm all on you, do a good job, you must let my father enjoy your Chinese food, let him know that there are many delicacies outside that can be compared to our family's inheritance." ”

"Okay, I'll do my best. Zhang Feng agreed.

When he came to the hotel, Adula directly told the waiter that the door was closed and no longer open, and the kitchen was vacated, waiting for Zhang Feng to show his skills.

"Everything you want is ready. Adula said.

"Well, uncle, don't forget to tell your father that if the food I make is to his liking, he will make that legendary pastry too. ”

"Of course!" Adullah was more anxious than Zhang Feng, he really wanted to see his father make that legendary supreme black tea cake once.

Zhang Feng rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, put the knife under the faucet and cleaned it, looking at the prawns that were still alive in the frame and the shellfish that were in one piece, the knife moved.

The old man's eyes became bigger and bigger with the speed of Zhang Feng's knife, this was not the first time he had seen a chef in Huaxia demonstrate knife work, but it was the first time he had seen this kind of perfect knife work.

Adulla was also full of surprise, he didn't expect that the young Zhang Feng's knife work was simply superb, looking at his father staring intently, his heart's wish for many years had finally come true, although he was worried about the old man's secret skills.

However, Adullah has always wanted to help his father fulfill his wish to experience authentic Chinese cuisine.

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