At two o'clock in the afternoon, there were no more customers in the restaurant, and Zhang Miaotong was cleaning up the table and cleaning. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At this moment, the door of the store opened, and a white-haired old man walked in.

Zhang Miaotong hurriedly welcomed the old man in: "Welcome." ”

The white-haired old man walked to the table and put down the cane in his hand: "Let's have a bowl of eight-treasure noodles." ”

"Okay, please wait." Zhang Miaotong walked to the back kitchen and told Sanji the order.

The white-haired old man was also observing the environment of the noodle restaurant while waiting, and whispered to himself: "The environment is very clean, the temperature of the air conditioner is suitable, the non-slip floor tiles, elm tables and chairs, and the table spacing is moderate, and the guests will not feel crowded." ”

He looked at the window again: "The shop is well-lit, the brightness is appropriate, and the antique Chinese chandelier is also beautiful." ”

He stood up and walked to the wall to admire the ink paintings on the wall: "The Chinese-style ink paintings on the walls are beautifully decorated, huh? These paintings turned out to be genuine? The author is a well-known painter in modern times. These paintings complement the overall Chinese-style decoration style of the store, and the overall atmosphere is very comfortable and has a calming power. ”

The old man returned to his seat and said: "Coupled with the waiter's neat dress, gentle and polite, the overall environment of the restaurant can be rated as 5 stars." ”

"I wonder what kind of food can be here?"

After a while, a steaming bowl of noodles was placed in front of him.

The white-haired old man didn't start eating immediately, but just carefully observed the bowl of noodles in front of him: "Well, the big white bowl, the orange soup, the neat and smooth noodles, and the neatly placed ingredients, it basically passes the 'color' point." ”

He slowly fanned the air above the bowl to his nose with his hand, and closed his eyes to feel it carefully: "The taste is fragrant but not greasy, the smell of various ingredients is perfectly blended together, and the smell alone makes people appetizing, and it is also considered to be the best in terms of 'taste'." ”

The white-haired old man picked up a few noodles with chopsticks and put them in his mouth, chewed them a few times, and nodded with satisfaction: "The noodles are smooth and smooth, and the wheat fragrance is completely retained." ”

He scooped a little soup with a spoon and put it in his mouth, then picked up the bamboo shoots and tasted it carefully: "The soup is mellow, the ingredients are just right, and the chef's skills are quite delicate." ”

Zhang Miaotong watched the old man's meticulous movements at the counter, and said to himself strangely: "This old man seems to be an expert, but Sanji's cooking skills are very good, even the most picky customers can't find the flaws in the food he processes." ”

At this time, 5 people suddenly came in at the door, and Zhang Miaotong saw that it was the 4 brothers who killed Matt and the mysterious person in the mask.

Seeing a few of them coming, Zhang Miaotong immediately stepped forward and asked, "Why are you here again?" You are not welcome here! ”

Brother Ming stepped forward and said condescendingly: "We are not here to eat noodles today, we are going to launch a chef war against you!" ”

At this time, Sanji and Zhang Xingyu, who heard the noise, came out of the back kitchen, and Sanji asked suspiciously: "What is the battle of chefs?" ”

Zhang Miaotong explained in a low voice: "The chef battle is a cooking competition between two chefs, used to solve disputes between chefs or witness the difference between high and low cooking skills. ”

"However, in order to prevent malicious or frequent fights, the Chefs Association stipulates that the challenger must make a bet that satisfies the challenged person in order to take on the challenge."

Zhang Xingyu said angrily: "They are here to make trouble, so we don't agree to their challenge." ”

The masked man walked forward, waved his hand, and said, "Don't be in a hurry to refuse, let's see what we bring out before making a decision." ”

He took out a small package from his pocket, took out a scroll from the package, and said, "I have a secret recipe for a dish from Mr. Zhang Zhong here~"

"What!?"

Zhang Miaotong said in surprise: "Impossible, how could great-grandfather's secret recipe be in your hands?" ”

The masked man put the scroll away and put it in his pocket, saying, "Mr. Zhang took in an apprentice in his early years and taught him how to cook, but then they were separated during the war, and this secret recipe came from that apprentice. ”

"How? Do you want to accept our challenge? ”

Zhang Miaotong hesitated: "Of course I want my great-grandfather's secret recipe, but my mother ...... it."

"I accept!" Sanji walked out and stood in front of Zhang Miaotong: "I'll help you take back this secret recipe." ”

When the masked man saw Sanji stand up, his anger suddenly soared, but he quickly restrained himself and just stared at Sanji with a gloomy gaze without saying a word.

Zhang Xingyu was relieved when he saw that Shanzhi agreed to leave the station, but he had another question: "The battle of chefs needs a referee, who will be the referee?" ”

The masked man confidently came to the white-haired old man and made a junior salute: "Please be the judge of this chef's battle, Master Kang Ling." ”

When Zhang Xingyu heard the old man's name, he was stunned and stunned, and said tremblingly, "Master Kang Ling......"

When Zhang Miaotong heard his brother's words, he asked curiously, "Who is Master Kang Ling?" ”

Brother Ming coughed, attracting everyone's attention, and then put one hand on his chest and the other behind his back, with a look of profound knowledge: "Master Kang Ling is a national treasure-level culinary master, the winner of the Golden Spoon Award for Chinese Famous Chefs, the editor-in-chief of the most famous food magazine in the country, and a gold medal food critic. ”

"I think that if Master Kang Ling is the referee, no one will have any objections, right?"

At this time, everyone's eyes stayed on Master Kang Ling.

Master Kang Ling is now in his 60s, his all-white hair is neatly combed, his face is blessed, he wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, a beard, and a black tunic, giving people a kind and dignified feeling.

He stroked his beard and replied with a smile, "It's been a long time since I've seen a cooking competition between my seniors, and since both sides agree, I'll be the judge." The competition needs a theme, and since this is a noodle restaurant, the theme this time is noodles, do you have any objections? ”

"No objections!"

Zhang Xingyu came to the masked man, although he was unhappy, he still said to him: "Come with me, I'll introduce you to the kitchen layout." ”

The masked man touched the gold ring on his finger, shook his head and said, "No, I don't need to use your kitchen, I brought it myself." ”

Zhang Xingyu asked strangely: "Bring your own kitchen?" How can it be!? ”

The masked man turned and walked out: "Come with me." ”

Sanji was also very curious to see how he brought the kitchen, so he came to the outside of the store.

Sanji walks out of the store and finds a huge white car parked at the door, and the masked man walks up to the front of the car and presses a button.

"Squeak-"

The car compartment unfolds automatically, revealing a gorgeous kitchen.

"Wow, it's a top-of-the-line food truck!"