What's wrong with this woman today? Why did she suddenly lose her temper so much? This is not her usual style! Harvey looked at Blood Shura dumbfounded, and only after a while did he say, "It's understandable that the Great Elder wants to try it, but you don't need to be so excited, right?"

"I'm excited? What about you? Are you all dead? Who knows if this thing can be eaten, and I don't know if I can stop it!"

Harvey couldn't figure out where Blood Shura's tantrum was, and after a while, he squeezed out another sentence: "The Great Elder is not a child, he has his own judgment ability, why don't we mess around? Besides, don't they all say that this human kid is not small, maybe people have the blood of the kitchen god......"

"What about the blood of the Kitchen God, even the Kitchen God himself can't let the Great Elder take risks!" the Blood Shura categorically interrupted Harvey's words. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

And the protagonist of this turmoil, the Great Elder Qiu Yi, sat calmly on the chair the whole time, as if the topic of debate between Blood Shura and Harvey had nothing to do with him, but his eyes flickered, as if he was holding back a stomach.

"Blood Shura, could it be that you ......" Chopping Mu finally couldn't hold back his mouth, but Qiu Yi immediately stopped him from asking the question in his heart.

"Well, Harvey, you have someone call the Chang Zhaowen who made this dish, and let him try it himself, and if it's all right, I'll taste it again." ”

This proposal can be regarded as a perfect solution to the current controversy, and Harvey immediately ordered someone to carry it out, but he felt that the atmosphere had become very strange, as if Blood Shura, Qiu Yi, and Chopwood all knew a common secret, and only he was excluded.

It's such an unpleasant feeling!

He's obviously the richest and most resourceful person here, right? Why doesn't he know! Harvey is determined to find out what these guys are hiding from him at all costs.

……

When Chang Zhaowen was politely "invited" back to the arena by the people sent by Harvey, he once again confirmed the conjecture in his heart -- Harvey was really playing tricks on him! What about the emperor-level enjoyment that he said? This emperor is too short-lived, right? Before his ass is hot, he was summoned back again, and at this moment he was extremely glad that he was a righteous gentleman (the so-called beauty is too ugly), otherwise wouldn't it be a big joke when people came to the door?

From a distance, I saw that my pan was placed on the table, the towel that had been covered with the lid of the pot was gone, and the golden noodles were lying neatly in the pot, exuding an attractive fragrance.

Great, it seems that the noodles are cooked! This was Chang Zhaowen's first reaction, but the joy was so short-lived that it was quickly replaced by an angry emotion - the process of making this dish was thrilling, with all his wisdom and hard work, but his hard work was so ignored that no one even tasted it!

This is a great insult to the chef who works hard!

Chang Zhaowen took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed some kind of boiling impulse and irritation, and reached out to the wall of the pan, fortunately, it was still hot!

This is due to the special material of this pot, although the heat conduction is fast, but the heat dissipation is very slow, it is precisely because of this that this noodle has maintained a slightly hot temperature until now.

"The cuisine pays attention to the color, flavor, and shape, but the core is the taste, but I didn't expect the monster identification team to be really good, and I can make a judgment just by looking at it. Chang Zhaowen's words seemed to be flattering, but there were thorns in his words, pointing directly at Zu Cunyi, the head of the monster identification group.

"Uh...... This...... Can this noodle really be eaten?" In front of Chang Zhaowen, Zu Cunyi was a lot shorter because of his weak heart.

"It doesn't make much sense to say this kind of thing now, come, Boss Wen, please take a seat, you haven't tasted your own work yet, why don't you explain it to us while tasting it?" Qiu Yi smiled and pulled out a chair beside him.

Chang Zhaowen didn't say much, he sat down unceremoniously, his eyes stayed on Qiu Yi for a moment, the thin old man in front of him looked ordinary, but there was an indescribable majesty on his body, giving people an unfathomable feeling, definitely not an ordinary human being.

But his main focus now is not people, he turned his gaze to the golden seafood noodles in front of him, he was confident in the ingredients he chose and the way he cooked them, but there was also the biggest uncertainty in this - Lingqitu.

There were no chopsticks or knives and forks and other utensils at the scene, because in addition to humans, other ethnic groups have always been accustomed to holding food directly with their hands, but Chang Zhaowen does not intend to do this, the words food and cooking seem to be not very different, but they contain these two completely different meanings.

The purpose of the former is straightforward and clear, that is, to satisfy the stomach and purely meet physiological needs. Cuisine, on the other hand, is the process of processing food and satisfying the appetite and elevating it to the level of culture. An important embodiment of culture is the sense of ritual.

The sense of ritual is ubiquitous in human life, from flower arrangement and tea ceremony on the white snow in spring to various festivals, weddings and funerals that are closely related to everyone.

This may be related to the short life and long history of human beings, and the sense of ritual can fold and extend various spaces in different times, such as the Spring Festival in China, which has a tradition of 4,000 years, through some inherent ritual to make modern people relate to the past and the future, isn't it interesting?

Tableware is the most basic existence that gives a sense of ritual to catering culture, but unfortunately no one understands this truth here. I don't know what's going on, Chang Zhaowen suddenly has a sense of sadness in his heart, but this emotion is fleeting, and he took out two gorgeous pairs of lacquer chopsticks from the Bingluo bag - the return gift from the lacquer master Mo Zhen.

Eating a modified version of Spanish seafood noodles with the most traditional Chinese lacquerware chopsticks is indeed an incredible mash-up, and Chang Zhaowen even made another pot of Jin Jun Mei for himself.

The golden tea soup and the golden dough go well together, and after tasting a mouthful of fragrant tea, Chang Zhaowen clasped his hands together and whispered in his mouth: "I'm going to start!" The chopsticks were directly inserted into the pan in front of him, and a few golden thin noodles were sandwiched slightly.

It is not a habit to say this before the meal, and even in the past, in his opinion, this action was a bit pretentious, but now he is representing all mankind to show the sense of ritual in the meal, if he can recite the Christian "Song of Thanksgiving", he will definitely recite the "Song of Thanksgiving" from beginning to end, which should be more emotional.

But when the first chopsticks noodles were entered, his mind was instantly blank, and these little Jiujiu in his heart disappeared without a trace in an instant, and at this moment, he even forgot about himself.