After saying this, Zhao Zixian's head was not a little bigger. It sounds like nonsense, but it does make some sense.

Seeing that Zhao Zixian was really thinking about this issue, Qin Tian was ready to continue to talk about how to eat.

But Qin Tian's attention has always been on his body, and it is no wonder that because Zhao Zixian made a peerless sweet soup like green bamboo lotus root, which had to attract his attention. But in this way, Qin Tian forgot that the person who had been clamoring to eat Yangzhou fried rice was not Zhao Zixian, but the sword god.

Qin Tian was about to continue speaking, just at this moment. The sword god "snorted", and copied the plate on the table in his hand, what kind of kung fu did the sword god? And although Qin Tian has superb cooking skills, he is just an ordinary chef, not to mention blocking it, and he has not reflected it. And the sword god's other hand didn't know where to get a small steel spoon.

The knife god said proudly: "Chef Qin, what you said does make some sense, but you forgot the most important thing to eat." Speaking of this, the knife god inserted the spoon into the fried rice, and said with a smile: "The most important word for eating is - cool!" ”

After that, he digs into the fried rice with a spoon, and the spoon is filled with rice grains, ham, broken eggs, yellow, red, green corn, green beans, and other side dishes. The sword god smiled and slowly passed the delicious spoon to his mouth......

Zhao Zixian is not a stupid boy who has never seen the world. The world refers to social experience, but it refers more to the world of food. When he was in the "Chinese Health Center" in Haikou City, Zhao Zixian had already seen the high-end dishes made by other imperial chefs, such as bird's nest, shark's fin, and abalone, which were like commonplace meals, too common. But Zhao Zixian himself couldn't have imagined that at this moment, he could say that he was salivating for a simple Yangzhou fried rice.

In the face of beautiful women, men's IQ is basically cleared, but in the face of food. The IQ of men and women must be cleared. So much so that when Qin Tian brought Yangzhou fried rice just now, Zhao Zixian didn't have time to think, and unconsciously reached out to grab chopsticks, can fried rice be eaten with chopsticks? It's like soup, can you drink it with a fork? This all reflects that Zhao Zixian's thoughts were all in this plate of fried rice at that time, so Zhao Zixian, who is the heir of the god of cooking, has always wanted to be able to get half a plate of fried rice to try at this time.

It's just that now this Yangzhou fried rice has been snatched by the knife god, who is the knife god? A big foodie through and through, and a big foodie with strong martial arts. I just finished eating a lot of good mountain and sea delicacies on the table, and I haven't even digested it, so I clamoring to eat egg fried rice. And the sword god who had always been weird came to this Qin Tian and became like a child, smiling and pestering Qin Tian to cook. This Yangzhou fried rice was finally made, and it was snatched by him again, no need to ask, it must have been overblown and strafed.

Qin Tian was speechless, because it would be useless to say anything at this time, so let the Sword God put down the plate now and listen to himself continue to talk about how to eat? Not to mention that there is a difference of 108,000 miles between his martial arts and the Sword God, even if he comes to a master who can easily defeat the Sword God, it is more difficult to make the old man of the Sword God put down the plate, it is more difficult than killing him.

Zhao Zixian swallowed a mouthful of saliva, thinking to himself, let alone eating half a plate, he just hoped that the sword god had eaten too much just now, and there was no place in his stomach at this time, so he could give himself some leftovers. However, the sword god didn't eat the big fish and meat like he ate at the Thunder God Restaurant just now, and slowly brought it to his mouth with a spoon, as if he was afraid of hurting the rice grain.

This move aroused Zhao Zixian's greed even more. This shows that the sword god attaches much more importance to this plate of Yangzhou fried rice than those delicacies from the mountains and seas. For example, if you drink a good bottle of Rémy Martin XO, like drinking Coca-Cola, you will be a shameful waste and a crime. Or like the second senior brother who ate the ginseng fruit in one bite, he regrets it.

Zhao Zixian looked at the sword god, hoping that he could serve some fried rice. I saw the sword god pour a spoonful of colorful delicacies into his mouth, chewed it twice, the smile on his face became thicker and thicker, and he looked like he had fallen into a cloud, his whole body was soft, his eyes were closed, and after a while, he didn't speak. And the action no longer continues, as if the person is stunned.

If Qin Feng's expression when he drank the green bamboo lotus root soup just now was like YY, the expression of the sword god at this time was like that of a newborn baby, full of milk, and then fell asleep carefree, all the troubles of this world have nothing to do with him at this moment.

The sword god was immersed in the happiness of falling into the clouds, and he didn't move again for a long time. At this time, with Zhao Zixian's force, if he went up and snatched the plate, it would be easy, because the sword god was a defenseless baby at this time. But Zhao Zixian can't do this, it's like a teenager who is watching a movie on the computer and YY is at a critical moment, and you suddenly go over and turn off his computer, so he has to be stimulated to fight with you.

But if Zhao Zixian didn't taste this delicacy, he was as uncomfortable as scratching his heart with a hundred claws. Zhao Zixian stood up, walked to the desk, and picked up a slender watermelon knife. Then he walked towards the sword god again.

Qin Tian looked at it, no, this young man wouldn't kill the sword god for a plate of Yangzhou fried rice. As soon as he wanted to stop it, Zhao Zixian had already waved the knife, if Zhao Zixian would hurt the kitchen god, where would Qin Tian stop it?

With a "whoosh", Zhao Zixian slashed horizontally towards the sword god. A strong wind blew, Qin Tian looked anxiously, the sword god still had a happy and ignorant expression, it was still in that posture, and the plate was still in his hand, but the rice on the plate was neatly missing a layer, and the cut marks were as straight as cutting tofu.

Looking at Zhao Zixian again, he stood next to him with a smile, holding a watermelon knife in his right hand and placing it horizontally in front of him. The plate was so close to the face of the kitchen god, and it was only a thin layer of rice cut off, and the accuracy of Zhao Zixian's strength made Qin Tian deeply admire.

Zhao Zixian immediately thought of a word, licking blood at the tip of the knife, but that is only the work of outlaws, eating at the tip of the knife, few people have done it. Zhao Zixian slowly raised the long watermelon knife, the tip of the knife pointed at himself, and the handle was facing up, as if he was performing a sword-swallowing posture in acrobatics, and with a slight shake, all the rice on the knife fell into his mouth.

Chew it gently, "Ah." Zhao Zixian only felt that there were countless flavors rushing to his tongue. And his body seemed to be standing in the countryside for a while, the refreshing air, the fragrance of wild flowers mixed with the fragrance of green beans and sweet corn came for a while, and for a while it seemed to swim into the sea, the breath of the sea surrounded his whole body, he didn't expect that just a small shrimp, Qin Tian could make its taste so strong. After a while, it was as if a bonfire was set up outdoors and game was barbecued under the stars. This is the most common ham in the refrigerated section of the supermarket? Among these many flavors, the sweetness of rice is mixed all the time. It turns out that the aroma of rice is so strong, Zhao Zixian never thinks that rice is also a delicacy. Rice tastes like chewing wax, and without other delicious meat pairings, Zhao Zixian simply doesn't think anyone can finish just a bowl of rice. And now, the taste of this rice is almost as good as that of cream.

Even if all the brain cells are activated, Zhao Zixian can't imagine how these ingredients that can be found everywhere can be stir-fried. Fragrant, sweet, spicy, fresh, salty. These flavors that don't seem to match at all are mixed together, and this feeling is so wonderful. I just feel that my soul flutters back and forth with the fragrance of grains of food, constantly following them to different places.

Suddenly, a light flashed in Zhao Zixian's mind. Yes, it must be like this, the old man of the sword god just followed this delicacy and ran out of the clouds. So I quickly stabilized my mind, slowly opened my eyes, looked around me, and I didn't know when I had closed my eyes and enjoyed all this.

After opening his eyes, he saw Qin Tian standing in front of him with a smile, and Zhao Zixian suddenly realized that the endless feeling just now, as if he had experienced it in all corners of the world, actually happened only at the moment when he chewed this mouthful of fried rice.

Zhao Zixian was stunned on the spot, and countless thoughts surged through his mind. If you talk about the efficacy of dishes, then you have "Longevity Spectrum", as the heir of the kitchen god, you are definitely the most powerful existence in this world. Whether it is a beer duck that can go to a beer belly, or a keel muscle soup that can be connected to broken bones, or a green bamboo lotus root that can make people grow ten centimeters taller in ten days, not to mention some other magical dishes recorded in "Longevity Book" that they have never made. For each of these dishes, there is no second person in the world who can become his opponent, because these dishes are not mortal food in the first place.

However, Zhao Zixian thought again, if it is about the taste of the dishes, can he really be called the first in the world? Although he was able to make the green bamboo lotus root that made Qin Feng fascinated, the Chinese food culture has a long history, and he never dreamed that a small Yangzhou fried rice would contain such a powerful delicious power. I don't know how many delicious foods in Huaxia have not tasted, and how many great chefs have not seen them. If you just talk about the taste, you don't think you will lose, but if you can be called the first, will you definitely be able to compare with others? I really don't know that for sure.

But after this short period of frustration, one thought in Zhao Zixian's heart became stronger, that is, he must unify the world's catering industry, let the world see the deliciousness of Huaxia, and let the world respect Huaxia's food culture.

And before unifying the world's catering industry...... It is still necessary to unify the catering industry in Huaxia first, and before that...... Let's take all the catering industry in Haikou first. Thinking of this, Zhao Zixian thought that his ambitions were far from reality, as if there was a big gap, thinking of the small Haikou, he had experienced so many strong enemies, and thinking of Wang Shao, and the four sturdy men who were always silent behind him. Zhao Zixian couldn't help but clench his hands.