In the kitchen, with the hot oil in Wang Ming's pot poured on the boiled beef in the utensils, the oil splashed everywhere, and a spicy and fragrant smell slowly spread out, feeling the fragrance flowing out of it, Zhong Ge gave a thumbs up, and immediately wiped the surroundings of the utensils with a clean hand cloth with a smile, and ran to the food port.

With Wang Ming's dishes coming out of the pot, the dishes on the side of the head chef Li Long have also come to an end at this moment, except for a few people on the pier who occasionally swept their disdainful eyes in the direction of Wang Ming, the rest of the people have already begun to prepare materials or clean up.

For those eyes, Wang Ming directly ignored them, at this moment, with the flame turned off, he simply packed up his things, and at this moment, the private room on the second floor...

In the lotus hall, on the huge round table, all kinds of dishes gather, accompanied by the slow rotation of the turntable on it, and from time to time there are dishes with chopsticks pinched into it.

There are about a dozen people, sitting there around the table at the moment, there is laughter from time to time between talking and laughing, they are all in their twenties, but most of them are red, slightly fat, only the middle one is slightly emaciated, and at this moment, this thin young man, the chopsticks in his hand are slowly put down, and the food in his mouth is gently spit on the butterfly on the side, and then slowly raised his head, revealing a slightly pale face.

He was about twenty-four or five years old, wearing a cool white robe, and his face was still quite handsome, but his slightly pale face and thin lips made people know that the seemingly handsome young man in front of him was not easy to get along with.

As for the gaze from the surroundings, the young man in the long shirt only raised a slight arc at the corner of his mouth, and then shook his head gently, and did not look at the dishes on the table, especially the position of the home-cooked food.

"The Imperial Blessing Building... It's just this level, maybe you can fool the people, but if you want to participate in the cooking competition, I think, with this level alone, the preliminary round should be brushed down directly. ”

The voice of the young man in the long shirt fell, and everyone on the side had a smile on their faces, although there were one or two people who didn't think so, but most of the people still nodded, obviously agreeing with what the young man in the long shirt said.

"Wufeng, your temper is still so straightforward, just such low-quality goods, it is also worth us to come, but they are all here, how much to kill the sharpness of Yufulou, but also let them know that even if Yufulou can participate in the cooking competition, it is just a number, without your Ling Wufeng's leadership, even if you participate in this competition, you just put your face up to find a pump, and when the time comes, it can be regarded as raising your eyebrows for Yufulou, haha."

A slightly chubby young man next to the young man in the long shirt looked at the pale young man in the long shirt on the side at this moment, and the cigarette in his hand was gently inhaled by him, and then the slightly lazy body leaning on the back of the chair slowly stood up, and when he whispered to the young man in the long shirt called the windless, a smile appeared on his face.

"Dust Feather, in fact, we don't need to deliberately make things difficult, just the boiled beef just now, the spicy taste is not controlled by some heat, and the salty and umami taste is insufficient, and the most important thing is that for the pickling of beef tenderloin, in my eyes, this rough pickling technique can't even reach the threshold, so I'm just as a diner, to help them find out the shortcomings, I think, this kindness, they should be able to understand."

Hearing the young man next to him speak, the young man who was called Wufeng, showed a sickly smile on his slightly pale face, and then he took a light breath, and his emaciated body leaned lazily on the back of the chair behind him, and when he said lightly, the smile on his face was even better, and when his eyes seemed to sweep inadvertently at the door of the private room, his eyes were also slightly closed, and he entered a state of false sleep.

"Wufeng is right, I said Dust Feather, we're here to help Yufulou, okay, let you say this, as if we are really here to find fault, the little sister looks at us weirdly."

Seeing that Wufeng entered a state of false sleep, an ordinary-looking young man sitting on the other side of him chuckled lightly at this moment, and then shook his head and smiled at the slightly chubby young man who had spoken before, and as his voice fell, his eyes looked at Liang Meng who was standing not far away with a hint of playfulness.

"I don't come back at night, you don't come much, I'm just more straightforward, what do you say, you know."

Seeing the young man on the other side of Ling Wufeng speak, Yi Chenyu chuckled, and then his gaze was also withdrawn from Liang Meng's body, and fell on the side of Ye Bugui, whose eyes were a little ambiguous, pursed his lips, and when he spoke, he also gently snuffed out the cigarette butt in his hand.

"Okay, okay, don't make trouble, come and drink."

Seeing the two of them like this, the rest of the people on the side also spoke one after another at this moment, picked up the cup in their hands, and said to the two of them, and as the few people around laughed and talked, the atmosphere that was still a little embarrassing just now became active again.

"A bunch of bastards."

Liang Meng said secretly in her heart, although she didn't know these people in front of her, she could also hear some rough things from the conversation with each other, these are the chefs of the hotel, so the quality requirements for the dishes are stricter, but the behavior of the young man sitting in the first seat made her particularly uncomfortable, so that she, who was still a little shy and shy on weekdays, was also angry at the moment.

"It's just a matter of returning the food, eating something in your mouth and spitting it out, it's really disgusting, you have the ability to do it yourself, it's embarrassing to walk here, and even insult the fruits of other people's labor, it's really annoying."

Looking at the group of young people on the table on the side, especially the young man named Wufeng, Liang Meng said with hatred again in her heart, and she showed even more disgust at the inexplicable gaze that occasionally glanced at her on the side.

"Wang Ming's cooking is much better than what you make, hum."

Thinking secretly in her heart, Liangmeng's mouth was bulging, and the professional smile as a service staff was even more absent on her face, and at this moment, as the voice in her heart fell, the knock on the door from the side quickly pulled her thoughts back to reality.

The door was opened by Liang Meng, looking at Xue Lan outside the door, Liang Meng was slightly stunned, and then a smile appeared on his face, but the little mouth was still pouted.

"What a bunch of bastards."

Liang Meng said in a low voice, but Xue Lan smiled, and when he slowly entered, he said in a low voice.

"These people don't seem to be easy to serve, so I'll come."