"What? do you mean that my sword skills are not good?" Zhang Jiuling, who was originally mild-mannered, was also angry.

As a young man, he couldn't suppress his temper.

He is the successor of the imperial dining room, he grew up watching Zhang Dongguan's recipes since he was a child, and his father said that his culinary talent is one of the few in the world.

He usually only knows how to play with women, if it weren't for that, he thinks his cooking skills would have been famous all over the world.

He usually doesn't use a kitchen knife easily. Today he personally slice a roast duck, but the guy in front of him didn't give him face at all.

"Senior brother, don't be angry, it's not worth it. Seeing this, the people in the imperial dining room admonished Zhang Jiuling.

Zhang Jiuling snorted: "Okay, for the sake of the faces of all the junior disciples, this matter will be settled." ”

Wu Tian took his hand behind him and said flatly: "I'm in charge here!"

What?

The people in the imperial dining room smiled and looked at Perpetual. The meaning is very clear: Master, he said that here he is in charge, and he does not take you seriously.

Forever pinch the Buddha number, and when you are about to say something,

Wu Tian's eyes froze, and suddenly, the pressure in the space suddenly increased, and everyone only felt that there was an invisible stone, which instantly smashed on them, making them breathless, shocked, and their faces suddenly turned pale.

"Kneel!"

This order involuntarily appeared in my mind, and the disciples in the imperial dining room all knelt down one by one.

The same is true of Perpetual Motion, his eyes are so shocked that he has to kneel.

And the little guy, Master Zhan and the others, didn't feel anything, just looked at this scene suspiciously, especially Master Zhan, they didn't know what the imperial dining room and the Shaolin monk were doing.

Only the little one blinked her eyes, and she knew that her father must have done it.

This hand, she wants to learn.

...... "Bald donkey, you seem to have something to say just now. Wu Tian looked at Yongdong lightly and said.

"Oh Buddha Mita, Lao Wei just wanted to say, when you see the donor, it is like seeing the Buddha in person. "Yongdong is respectful and pious, as if worshipping Buddha.

Of course, this was not what he wanted to say just now.

But in this case, the monk still knows what to say.

"Oh, I'm like the Buddha himself?" Wu Tian couldn't help but smile and said, "Then why do I call you a bald donkey?

Buddha, of course not. Although I thought so in my heart, Yongdong still said sincerely: "Buddha, of course it will be like this, the so-called selfless phase, no one phase, no sentient beings, no longevity phase, the name is just a title, the master is talking about the monk me, the bald donkey is also saying the monk me, there is not much difference, everything is empty." ”

Wu Tian smiled. He remembered that there was a family among the hundred sons. That is, the Gongsun family, they are good at debating, especially the topic of "white horses are not horses".

It's a pity that if the people of the Gongsun family meet a monk, I'm afraid they can't say it.

Wu Tian looked at Zhang Jiuling again, and Zhang Jiuling was now kneeling on the ground, his body trembling.

"I ...... I was wrong. Zhang Jiuling begged for mercy. He didn't dare to provoke such a strong man.

Wu Tian nodded.

But although Zhang Xiguan knelt on the ground, he still gritted his teeth and said, "You are a strong man, but you can't bully others, my son...... My son Jiu Ling, I have the qualifications of a kitchen god!"

"......" Hearing this, Wu Tian smiled.

In another world, Wu Tian also met an old immortal, he was beaten to death by Wu Tian, and shouted before he died: "My son Wang Dong has the capital of the emperor!"

It's a pity that the one named Wang Dong never dared to come to Wu Tian for revenge.

...... Hearing this sentence again, Wu Tian wanted to laugh in his heart. looked at Wu Tian with a look of disbelief. Zhang Xiguan bit to death again.

"My son Jiu Ling, I have the qualifications of a kitchen god!"

When he was three years old, he memorized the Dongguan recipes completely, and at the age of five, he could already pick up kitchen utensils and scramble eggs by himself, and when he was seven years old, he was no longer able to stir-fry at home. ”

"When Jiuling was ten years old, he became the head chef of a restaurant under the name of the Imperial Dining Room, and many customers, after tasting it, wanted to eat it again. ”

"When he was fifteen years old, he studied abroad and studied with the top food people there, and everyone called him born in this world for food. ”

“......”

"When I was twenty years old, I learned from him in cooking, but I lost in his hands, and his cooking skills were actually the first in the imperial dining room. ”

"My son Jiuling, I have the qualifications of a kitchen god, it is not a lie!"

Zhang Xiguan said in a low voice, he didn't dare to be too loud. Because he is also afraid of death.

Hearing Zhang Xiguan's people, there was silence all around.

Master Zhan also took a deep breath, if Zhang Jiuling was really like this, it would be truly remarkable.

"I'm just a roast duck cook, no matter how good my son is, he can't compare to his son. Master Zhang sighed bitterly in his heart.

Master Zhang, he naturally has an inferiority complex. He tried his best to give his son the best. But he also knows that he has not given his son enough.

Children of other families, after the age of twenty, their parents buy them cars, BMW, Mercedes.

But Master Zhang has no money!

"Trust him. Wu Tian saw what Master Zhang was thinking, and said with a smile: "Princely generals, would you rather have a kind?"

What does this mean?

Wu Tian's words made everyone stunned.

"Does this gentleman still think that my son is inferior to his son?" Zhang Xiguan looked incredulous.

"Yes. Wu Tian still said: "Zhang Jiuling, I don't know if I have the qualifications of a kitchen god." But I know that he can't compare to Zhan Yan. ”

Zhan Yan didn't expect that there would be outsiders who believed in himself more than him.

"I know, I know. The little guy suddenly thought of something, looked at Zhan Yan, and said: "You two goods, don't go up yet, let my father point out, guide you, he wants you to be the god of cooking, you are not, and you will be!"

Little guy, his strength is growing day by day, and his voice or something is normal.

But it's still milky, and it's cute dead.

And that sentence, he wants you to be the god of cooking, you are not, and you will be!

But the people who called were dumbfounded,

Is this breath too big?

Especially Zhang Xiguan and others, they all know that martial arts and cooking skills are fundamentally different things.

Wu Tianwu is good, but he is not good at cooking. Is it possible to teach all the people of the world a lesson and acknowledge that the person he appointed is the god of cooking?

Zhan Yan was depressed, but he still walked up, and Wu Tian whispered to Zhan Yan,

Wu Tian's momentum is elegant, although others can't hear what Wu Tian said, but looking at Wu Tian's temperament, they feel that time has passed, and it is not boring.

Finally, after Wu Tian finished speaking, Zhan Yan walked over, but also picked up a duck that had not been finished yet, but had been plucked clean.

Then, Zhan Yan quickly prepared white vinegar, honey and other ingredients.

He first chooses a large basin, mixes all the marinades, and puts the washed and dried duck into the marinade, but massages it to let it absorb the deliciousness.

His approach is as elegant as that of an artist.

It's just a massage, but it's called a duck that hasn't been made yet, and it gives off an addictive fragrance.

At the same time, he slapped some acupuncture points on the duck's body, not like making roast duck, but like practicing martial arts.

The fragrance, getting stronger and stronger, makes the mouth water one after another,

It makes you want to taste it now.

"It's ...... This is...... The way of cooking? No...... Impossible, isn't it already lost?" Thinking of something, Zhang Xiguan trembled with surprise in his mouth, as if he had been struck by lightning.