Everyone present held their breath and waited for his words, .la [marshmallow]

Often, the words after the turn are a stroke of genius.

Chef He didn't disappoint him either, and after a second of sluggishness, he said, "If you win, then you will pay ten times the price!" ”

Money is not important, what matters is actually face, and all these things he did were nothing more than wanting to fall into the face of the Zhou family.

If it was an ordinary time, he naturally wouldn't dare to do this to the Zhou family, but there were other people standing behind him to support him.

The head of the Zhou family is not sure, the only thing that can be sure is that the person standing behind Chef He is not weaker than the Zhou family.

The housekeeper was angry, and the head of the Zhou family was in his chest.

"Good!"

Just as he was thinking wildly, Tang Chuan's crisp voice shook his body.

"You first?" He asked.

Chef He shook his head, even if he took advantage of it now, he couldn't eat more ugly, and he had to be reserved to a certain extent.

He said, "Mr. Tang, please." ”

Tang Chuan didn't talk nonsense, picked and chosen, chose the best lamb among them, and said to himself: "Just this one!" ”

Chef He's face changed, this is the best of the three, and he didn't inadvertently put it on the outermost part just now, but a corner inside.

However, Tang Chuan's words dispelled his doubts and made him feel that this was not intentional, but unintentional.

At the same time, he also laughed at himself in his heart: "It won't be a rich kid, how can he cook?" Can you compare it to yourself? ”

"It's your turn!" Tang Chuan pointed to the remaining two lambs and smiled.

The quality of the ingredients has a lot to do with the quality of a dish. Tang Chuan won the first place, naturally he needs to thank Chef He for his selfless dedication.

This is not the first time, and it will not be the last time that someone looks down on him and thinks he can't do it.

But, can a man say no? The answer is yes, no.

Chef He chose the one that was closer to him, and the young chef naturally didn't have a choice, pinching his nose and complimenting: "Chef He has a really good vision, and he will definitely be able to win." ”

Chef He smiled slightly, deeply convinced.

Naturally, he would not feel that he was weaker than a young man like Tang Chuan, who had nothing to show except for his face, especially in the business of eating by himself.

"Let's get started!" He said that the chef next to him carried various spices to the small open space outside the kitchen, and the three bonfires only gave off the smell of pine in a few moments.

Although he was an enemy, Tang Chuan also had to admire Chef He's finesse, if it was that he wouldn't deliberately consider the quality of the flame at all, and only focus on the final result.

With rosin, .la [marshmallow]

Chef He moved very fast, even if there was no chef to help him, his speed still amazed Tang Chuan.

"But how can you ...... fast," he said, curling the lamb on the grill on the blue and white flames as he unhurriedly roasted it.

Splashed with grease, this is how Batu roasted the lamb, and the final taste is freshness that Tangchuan has never tasted.

While the strong grassland smell made him forget it for a long time, he also remembered the process of Batu roasting sheep.

Now is a good opportunity to experiment, and he will not let it go.

His technique is a bit rough, not delicate and at the same time makes the young chef who has spare time a little more contemptible.

Now Tang Chuan, he doesn't look like a chef in his body, let alone himself.

What he didn't know was that Batu grew up in the grassland, and his movements were rough but delicate. In Tang Chuan's performance, even if he is a little more delicate, under his lazy performance, he really doesn't look like a chef.

Not all chefs have the same bad vision as him, and regard the roughness of Tang Chuan's technique as immature.

A slightly older chef didn't have time to regret it, and wanted to remind him but saw Tang Chuan's appearance as if he was smiling.

He suddenly had a realization that everything was now in the hands of the seemingly ordinary young man.

He seems to have the surname Tang, but there is no one surnamed Tang in his mind who can roast sheep.

Sighing secretly, it's useless to pursue these things now, all he can do is watch.

"Here?" Someone came in from the courtyard outside the kitchen, and the giggling stopped abruptly.

The smell of the smell made their appetite flutter, and their newly filled stomachs seemed to be hungry again.

"Head of the house!" They saw that the head of the Zhou family lowered his head and looked at each other, and they couldn't understand how the head of the family, who rarely appeared in ordinary times, could be here.

There is no doubt that this peaceful-looking head of the family has a high status in their hearts, otherwise they would not be willing and honest to stand in the distance and boo.

"How did you get to this building?" He asked, his eyes like eagles.

It was Zhou Yuanjun who was the leader, and he had noticed it when Tang Chuan left, and when he saw that he was not returning, he called a few cousins and cousins who had finished eating to the back kitchen.

"I'm coming to see my brother-in-law, he's roasting sheep?" His status is rising day by day, and he is not as afraid of the head of the Zhou family as he used to be, and the rest is in awe.

The head of the Zhou family nodded and said nothing. It's not a glorious thing, and none of these juniors are fuel-efficient lamps, even if they are there, they will make a fuss.

"You go out to eat, and you'll have roast lamb to eat later!" The housekeeper persuaded and deliberately stood between them, and the two sides were clearly separated in an instant.

Zhou Yuanjun has been smart since he was a child, and he didn't know the housekeeper's intentions, so he suddenly became interested.

He is no better than these people who only know Tang Chuan's name, he has seen more strange things about his brother-in-law from the East China Sea to the South China Sea. It's not unacceptable to be a chef now.

The two chefs who were barbecuing in full swing were the real pitiful ones in his eyes.

Even if they lose, they lose because they don't know who their opponent is.

In short, Zhou Yuanjun has an inexplicable sense of trust in Tang Chuan, which he does not have for others.

In his eyes, Tang Chuan was already a winner, and the rest of the time was nothing more than that he needed more people's recognition.

Chef He took the time to raise his head, his body stiffened, and he couldn't die to see Tang Chuan's action of simplifying the complex.

"You ......" he couldn't speak, and the gloom instantly enveloped his heart.

Tang Chuan seemed to hear his voice, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he glanced at him, his eyes were full of banter.

He didn't hesitate, his mind tensed for a more detailed barbecue.

He's not particularly good at it, but it's not the first time he's roasted sheep. The aura of a chef on his head makes him concentrate on the most eye-catching.

"He's going to lose!" Zhou Yuanjun began to preach this theory, and his sworn appearance really infected many people.

The head of the Zhou family doesn't know how to barbecue, and he only knows a little about cooking. At this moment, seeing the different performances of the three people, I couldn't help but feel relieved.

Tang Chuan's ups and downs, coupled with Zhou Yuanjun's constant promotion of his theories, are extremely optimistic about Tang Chuan.

"That's it!" Tang Chuan said suddenly, and everyone was stunned.

Roasting lamb is not a stir-fry, and the time it takes is not comparable to that of most dishes.

Being able to bake a lamb in more than half an hour, and it was still in the middle of the competition, couldn't help but give Chef He an illusion: he knew that he would lose and didn't want to waste time.

"Master Zhou, try it?" Tang Chuan invited, the unknown knife was extremely sharp, knife after knife, and the refreshing fragrance poured out from the crispy shell.

Greedily took a sip of the aroma, and Zhou Yuanjun's saliva was about to flow out.

Tang Chuan glanced at the surging crowd behind him and said, "Don't worry, everyone has it." ”

The lamb is not big, and it is estimated that it is only ten catties of meat after roasting, but it is enough for the people present to taste it.

"Master Zhou-please" Tang Chuan deliberately dragged out his voice, looked at Chef He provocatively, and invited: "Chef He, why don't you try it?" ”

He didn't bother to waste time on this, the uncomplicated barbecue did play tricks in their hands, and it was very forced.

And the food in his hands is always as simple as possible, and if he can make it in a minute, he will never take an extra second.

The blue-white flames on the campfire look strange at first glance, but there is nothing strange about it after seeing too much.

What they don't know is that this fire is not an ordinary person, it is a spiritual fire.

"Yes!" It was impossible for Chef He to refuse, and ordered a chef to look at him for himself, and as soon as he took a step, his face changed.

He is not a layman, but he knows that Tang Chuan's craftsmanship is great just by smelling a different smell from his own lamb.

The closer he got to Tang Chuan, the heavier his heart sank, and the admiration from different mouths perfectly expressed a meaning.

The night was sultry, Tang Chuan stood in the crowd, and controlled the knife with great concentration, separating the slightest bit of mutton from the bones.

Chef He's brain roared, and he thought of an adjective - Cu Ding Xie Niu.

His self-proclaimed knife skills were nothing special at the moment, because he couldn't do it at all.

"Taste it!" Tang Chuan smiled and handed him a small white dish containing a piece of mutton.

There is not much oil and gas, and the aroma that is visible to the naked eye wafts away in the wind, and that wonderful taste needs no words.

The softness of the mouth, the interweaving of various spices, stimulates Chef He's taste buds.

After a long time, he sighed, "I lost." ”

Even if he deliberately provoked the Zhou family this time, it was only with the support of his own family that he had the courage.

He has a good reputation on weekdays, otherwise he would not have been selected by the housekeeper, so he came happily.

It's just that what happened later is no longer something he can participate in. Even if you go further and further in cooking, this kind of trail can only become a pawn.

"Let's do as promised!" He said that he was relieved in his heart, and his eyes when he looked at Tang Chuan were the same as those of other chefs, full of admiration.

The weak have always worshipped the strong.

"That's Mr. Tang's agreement with you......" The head of the Zhou family said loudly, "It's not me." ”

"You don't deserve to negotiate terms with my Zhou family." The tone of the head of the Zhou family was flat, which made Chef He's face red.

"A couple of chefs...... There's no shortage of this stuff! With a mocking look on his face, he said what was in his heart.

With a wave of his hand, several white-clad cooks came in from outside the door.

Zhou Yuanjun suddenly realized that he saw these chefs when he came in, and he would not ignore them.

I didn't expect this to be the back hand of the head of the family.

It is true that these people are not necessarily better than Chef He, and they can also make a good table.

A few chefs really can't let him be as angry as a housekeeper, and the scenery is different depending on the position he stands.

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