Teacher, how is my tenderloin lamb pulling?

Teacher, how is my mutton sweet soup!!

Teacher, how is my winter melon and mutton?

As a teacher at the Chef Academy, Tang Huo suffers very much, his dream is actually to be a big estate owner who makes food, but his ambition has not yet been shown and he is ruthlessly defeated by reality. As the grandson of the dean www.biquge.info of the Academy of Gastronomy, he was ruthlessly placed in a junior chef training class to teach a group of aristocratic novice chefs how to make good food. However, when he saw the piles of failed food on this table, his heart was about to cry.

This group of rookie aristocratic chefs is simply destroying the heavens, and the high-grade high-grade fat mutton is made, all kinds of strange dishes, and the shapes are uneven. He wanted to scold these noble 2 generations who had achieved nothing one by one.

He looked at the group of students angrily, some wanted to leave, but they were helpless. praised them one by one and announced the end of class. Turn away.

On the way home, he was particularly angry, "Damn old guy, don't you steal a bottle of Tiantong's old wine (Tiantong's old wine is brewed by Tiantong, a famous winemaker in Huaguo, for 2 years, and will be introduced later). You don't have to do this to me!!." Over and over again, he cursed his grandfather, the dean of gourmet.

Where is this?Tang Huohu looked suspiciously at this unfamiliar alley. Quirky alleys, this is a high-tech gastronomic college, not an ancient city.

The empty alley hovers with a little vague fragrance. Why is that the peculiar atmosphere? Be a teacher at a chef academy. Tang Huo himself had never smelled this kind of smell. However, when he smelled that breath, his heart kept telling him, "Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up." He was little by little, he couldn't control his feet, and wanted to move forward desperately. He took a joyful step, but there was a pause in an instant, because at this time, he felt that he could be delusional.

Isn't it God, you want to tell me something? Tang Huo walked slowly.

Ding-dong, ding-dong, drip-drip, big. What kind of voice is this? There was a faint joy, a faint sadness, a faint madness, a faint fear.

Help me, help me!!

A crisp, hearty voice, non-stop, wandering through the alley. What kind of voice is this? Zhang Hao was a little nervous, he looked left and right, knowing who was shouting. I am at your feet, I am at your feet. A sonorous and powerful male voice suddenly came out from his feet.

Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?" Tang Huo replied confusedly. I'm next to you, and I'm buried in the ground not far from you.

Tang Huo was frightened on the spot and wanted to go back immediately.

"Youth, I want you to help me, help us old bones. Help these little guys, too. A heavy, kindly voice. Floated in from afar.

Tang Huo swallowed his saliva and asked softly, "Old man, where are you?" What can I help you with? He was afraid of being nervous, but the little joy in his heart made him want to move forward. "Kids. I'm at your feet, two meters into the ground. Tang Huo felt frightened and curious, so he asked, "Old man, are you kidding?"

"You dig us out and you'll understand right away. ”

Tang Huo gritted his teeth, looked around, picked up a shovel on the side of the road and dug into the place where the sound sounded. "What the hell are you?" said Tang Huo curiously as he digged. "We are, we are," a delicate voice came out. Tang Huo was caught in curiosity, and said suspiciously, "What is it?"

"We are, we are kitchenware. "What kitchen utensils?!!" The soup fire was confused all of a sudden, and a shovel went down, only to hear "My **." Tang Huo only felt a chill in his crotch, and a miserable wail came from behind him, as if a 40-year-old uncle was being **. Tang Huo immediately looked behind him, and saw a sharp bone cleaver (used to chop hard foods such as bones. The gray-black ancient wall behind him swayed constantly. When I looked down again, I found that the middle of my sweatpants had cracked. He swallowed hard, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead. "I almost lost my children and grandchildren," he said. He sat on the floor with weakness on all fours.