Ling Xiaojun was also speechless to Xia Ruoxue, since he came back from KTV last time, Xia Ruoxue's attitude towards him was a 180-degree change, cold and indifferent, but this time he suddenly made a big lottery and was impassionedly hosting in the hall. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Xia Ruoxue presided over on the stage, and several people in the audience had already begun to talk to each other.

"I've never seen this Chef Ling, some people say I've seen him, an old man in his fifties, immersed in cooking for decades."

"No wonder the cooking is so good. The more this kind of master, the more exquisite the cooking skills. ”

"Have you ever eaten Chef Ling's dishes? I came here after reading a review from the food network. Saying that Chef Ling's cooking skills should only be in the sky, I originally thought it was an exaggeration, or the water army that Wangxue Restaurant was looking for. Later, someone said that the lottery was not drawn for several days in a row, and I was depressed to death, so I was strange, and I had to draw lots for a meal, so I was really curious to come and see. ”

"What a water army, haven't you also seen it, so many people, I have been here for a few days in a row, at first I had to draw lots to eat Chef Ling's dishes, but then who knew that there were more and more people, and now it has directly become a lottery."

"Is it really that amazing? Listen to what you say, I really want to see this old gentleman. ”

Xia Ruoxue saw that Ling Xiaojun still hadn't come out, so she asked the waiter to urge again, and shouted loudly with the microphone again.

"Chef Ling Xiaojun Ling, No. 8, please."

I don't know who took the lead, and there was warm applause at the scene.

Ling Xiaojun had a black line on his face, and glared at Xia Ruoxue who was jumping around on the stage from afar, he didn't want to show up to preside over the lottery at all, he just wanted to do a good job and complete the task, now the difficult task and the short-term collection of worship value love have annoyed him enough, Xia Ruoxue is good, the last time I went to KTV and almost killed him, now I have to make extraneous branches, what kind of lottery, I said that I want to repay the grace of saving my life, is there such a reward!

Seeing that the warm applause at the scene lasted for a long time, Ling Xiaojun could only take a deep breath and bite the bullet.

Ling Xiaojun waved his hand at the customer awkwardly, said hello, and walked towards Xia Ruoxue.

With the appearance of Ling Xiaojun, the scene was in a commotion.

"Didn't you say that he was a master? How can you be so young? A middle-aged man lifted his eyes.

"How can you be so handsome, three hundred and sixty degrees without dead ends, the school grass of our school is a dog's tail grass in front of him." A high school girl stared at Ling Xiaojun as she walked past her.

"Damn, handsome crazy!" An older leftover woman who is almost thirty years old turns into a girl in a second, her two hands are clenched into small fists, shaking wildly in front of her, like an electric shock, and her eyes are bursting with stars.

"Damn, he's Chef Ling? Nima, he's a living Mingming. A young man looked at Ling Xiaojun very sadly.

"What?" Next to his companion was a little inexplicable.

"Haven't you heard that you can rely on your appearance, but you have to rely on your strength? How do you think this makes us people live? "The young lad is already dead.

Ling Xiaojun's appearance instantly grabbed everyone's attention, and the rumors that Chef Ling was a fifty-year-old man, or a doctor who had returned to China to study food, were also self-defeating.

Ling Xiaojun took the microphone from Xia Ruoxue's hand, and didn't forget to glare at Xia Ruoxue fiercely.

"Thank you all for coming, now the lottery is drawn." Ling Xiaojun didn't want to say more, a few words introduced the topic, after speaking, Ling Xiaojun took out a note from the transparent lottery box, and then held the note high and opened it in front of everyone.

"Twenty-eighth." After announcing the winning numbers, Ling Xiaojun returned the microphone to Xia Ruoxue, and walked towards the kitchen like a door.

"Ahh I won the lottery! The winner was a girl with glasses, she was sitting at a table of four, and there were three classmates next to her, and several little girls excitedly took the winning numbers and walked towards Xia Ruoxue under the envious eyes of everyone.

Looking back at the chaotic scene, Ling Xiaojun tried to keep himself calm.

Damn, I have to draw a lottery for a meal, this is not counted, in order to be able to draw, a group of people are stunned to open several tables, and they can be happy like this when they win the prize. If it were him, he would never have been able to do it.

"Neurotic. For a dish, as for? ”

In fact, it is normal for Ling Xiaojun not to understand this kind of behavior, after all, he can eat the dishes he makes when he wants, he can't understand the shocking feeling of the person who eats the dishes he makes for the first time, let alone the pain of this terrible chef who only cooks one dish a day, and finally through Xia Ruoxue's operation, he has to add one more now, which is the excitement of waiting for the lottery.

Although a few girls won the lottery, winning the lottery is not equal to free, it still costs ten times the price, and the students don't have much money, so they order a very simple dish, mapo tofu, and when the waiter took the order menu to Ling Xiaojun, Ling Xiaojun frowned.

"These little girls, they really know how to order."

For the first time in history, Ling Xiaojun showed a hint of embarrassment.

Mapo tofu is actually eaten in many restaurants, and it is very simple to make, not to mention the chef, as long as you can cook, you can cut the tofu casually, sprinkle some minced meat, get some Z County Douban, and you can make a plate of mapo tofu at will, but why does Ling Xiaojun frown?

It is because this dish is too simple, those big dishes that often take a few days, or a few hours, and have complex procedures, as long as the heat is ready, the taste will not be too unpalatable, and the most difficult are precisely those simplest dishes, such as a plate of green vegetables, you can fry it to the world level.

Not only that, mapo tofu is also a very particular dish, it pays attention to the realm of "numb, spicy, hot, fragrant, crispy, tender, fresh and live". There are few people who can do this eight-character proverb, looking at the whole country.

Ling Xiaojun twisted his neck and pressed the knuckles of his fingers to make a sound, "Okay, it seems that you have to be serious." ”

Fifteen minutes later, the waiter brought the mapo tofu made by Ling Xiaojun to the hall, and along the way, the fragrance naturally attracted the attention of many diners.

During the banquet, an elderly man in his fifties saw this dish and showed a look of surprise on his face.

This person is called Lao Ma, he joined the work very early, often runs all over the country, and now he is retired at home, in the past era, who went to the restaurant at every turn, that was to go to the restaurant occasionally to eat, most of them are their own cooking, over the years, he also has some experience in cooking, and now retired at home, he often studies and studies food, and can be regarded as some insight.

"Well, the minced meat is really minced beef, not minced pork, and the chili peppers and watercress are also very particular, no wonder the taste is so pure, as well as this color, this shape." Looking at it, he suddenly stayed where he was and didn't speak.

The wife beside him saw that his face was wrong, and quickly asked, "What's the matter, old horse?" ”

"No way, I've never seen mapo tofu like this." The old horse's eyes widened.

"What's the matter, isn't this just ordinary mapo tofu?"

"No, it's not ordinary mapo tofu," the old horse's eyes were a little moist.

His wife was so angry that he was halfway through what he said, and asked again, "Why is it unusual?" ”

The old horse's eyes kept staring at the mapo tofu that walked away.

"That's the legendary eight-character proverb mapo tofu."