"The king of fragrant chefs, unparalleled in the world! Cooking is the most fragrant, race over meat. Intestines! ”

Du Sanniang is a proprietress who knows how to build momentum, and as soon as Xiao Can appeared, the girls began to wave their flags and shout.

People come to Qinglou for fun, who wants to spend money to see men? But as soon as the women around me are stimulated, the effect is completely different.

Men are not jealous like women, they will die or live as soon as they come up, but they will first find out the truth of the enemy.

The little white face on the stage has no hair, no beard, dark skin, and sword eyebrows, which is exactly the type of girl who wants to press on the bed to death. And listening to the tone of the girls, it seems that he is still a cook, if he sprinkles a bag of "widows are crazy too" in the meal, won't the simple girls let him play with it?

What a sinister and vicious thief cook!

Under the vigilant gaze of the men, Xiao Can walked onto the stage with an embarrassed face. is obviously a demonstration of cooking skills, but the cheering voice with the unique characteristics of Qinglou makes him feel like the king of ducks.

He pressed his hands down, and the shouts faded.

Xiao Can cleared his throat and said loudly: "My name is Xiao Can, the grass is on the grass and the bottom is Su, the fire on the left and the mountain on the right." ”

"Get down! I want to see the! ”

Men don't all have cities, there are always those who can't hold their breath.

The carefully prepared appearance words were interrupted, and Xiao Can's face collapsed.

In my previous life, I was a reporter pleading for a long time, and I was in a good mood before I was rewarded with a few words, and it was hard to say a whole sentence in this life.

He picked up the soup spoon, pointed to the bird and said, "Who came to the Qinglou to see the girls?" You think I'm a big man and I'm very happy to go on stage and grab jobs with girls, don't you? Think about it with your toes, what is it that makes Lao Tzu stand out from the crowd? ”

A series of rhetorical questions made the questioned's head blank, and he replied instinctively: "Fart, ass? ”

Everyone was glad they didn't talk much, but when they think about it, it doesn't seem to be like that. It's just enough to scold Qiaoqiao, but which onion is this little white face yelling at five or six?

The men who felt insulted just wanted to fight back, but they saw that the kid on the stage slowly put on a white hat, his eyes were cold and focused.

"I'm a chef."

Xiao Can glanced around and said slowly: "It's your blessing to be able to eat the dishes I cooked." If, after trying the top of your tongue, you still choose to scold me, then - more on that later. ”

Hey, shouldn't he say, "I'm not going to talk back"?

The men whose IQ was provoked were furious, but they found that Xiao Can had no intention of fighting, but lowered his head and silently picked up the kitchen knife.

The temper of the man in the Western Regions has always been not very good, in case he scolds this kid in a hurry, who will he reason with a knife?

Hmph, when you finish cooking, Lao Tzu will scold your mother until she won't recognize you!

The men tacitly chose to avoid its edge, tasting wine silently on the surface, but in their hearts they began to arrange and combine all kinds of vicious swear words, always ready to scold out of the level and style.

On the cutting board, two white pork knuckles are soaked in a mysterious black sauce, and peanuts, sesame seeds, garlic, shallots, dried powder and other ingredients are placed on separate plates.

Under a pitch-black wok, the orange-red flame rises from the charcoal stove, and even if it is far away, everyone can feel a trace of heat.

In the eyes of expectation, contempt, and ridicule, Xiao Can finally moved.

His right palm slapped on the edge of the sauce basin, and the two sauce-stained pigs' hands flew into the air.

Raise your hand, and the knife falls.

Everyone saw the blade cut through a few arcs in the air, and the complete pig hand was split in an instant!

Eight evenly divided pig hands slowly fell, and they landed on the vegetable plate raised by Xiao Can's other hand, as tamely as a well-trained war horse.

It's just the beginning, and it's already making everyone gasp.

It's not like they've never seen a chef cook, but it's the first time they've done it so beautifully.

Many people suddenly thought in their hearts: No wonder this kid can stand on the stage, he does have some ability. This kung fu alone made many stumbling girls tighten their legs and turn red.

Of course, this is just the beginning.

A large spoonful of palm oil is put into the pan and makes a soft "snort" sound.

While the oil was hot, Xiao Can's hands danced into phantoms.

Crush peanuts and form into plates.

Garlic minced and dished.

Make flowers with shallots and form into a dish.

Several ingredients changed their appearance in the blink of an eye, but everyone only heard a "dodo" sound. When the hot oil was boiling and fragrant, the cutting board was actually clean, as if Xiao Can had just done nothing.

Eye disease, steady arms, fast hands, and agile fingers.

After seeing the power of Xiao Can's hands, the women's legs stirred even more.

Feeling the warmth of the oil, Xiao Can turned the plate full of dry powder and the pig's hand plate upside down, shook it gently like a dice, and then opened it lightly, and the pig's feet wrapped in batter were put into the pot one after another, making a "snort" sound.

The hot oil was tumbling, and so were the hearts of the people.

The men's eyes were blazing, as if they were staring at a girl who was lightly undressed. The completion of each process is like a piece of clothing falling to the ground, which makes people's hearts feel as uncomfortable as a cat scratch.

"Hula!"

Unexpectedly, Xiao Can suddenly tilted the iron pot, and the boiling hot oil was dipped in flames, turning into a flame in an instant!

"It's on fire, run!"

A man screamed, and fear immediately began to spread, and the women screamed and stood up, as if they had been bitten by rats.

"Panic what! I didn't see that Chef Xiao was still alive! ”

I don't know who shouted, and the person who was eager to flee turned his head to look: Xiao Can stir-fried in a pot with one hand, and the boiling flames were burning in front of him, but he was calm and relaxed, and he didn't feel nervous at all.

Chefs are not afraid, and diners certainly have no reason to be afraid.

The women all stared at the arrogant figure on the stage with adoring eyes. A man who can even play with flames, why am I not flames?

No matter how messy the stage is, the stage is like a mirror.

The golden pig's hand is the mountain peak, the delicious ingredients are green trees, and all kinds of ingredients are mountain creatures, and Xiao Can is the craftsman who makes all this into a landscape.

The flames are extinguished, and the pig's hands are served.

The pot with a little hot oil burst out of the garlic fragrance, Xiao Can sent the pork knuckle and chopped green onions, crushed peanuts, sesame seeds and secret sauce to the pot and stir-fried it into a plate.

"Golden crispy pork knuckle, please use it slowly."

Xiao Can ripped off his apron and pushed the delicacies in the direction of the crowd, with the confidence and pride unique to the master on his face.

Everyone couldn't wait to get up, with a deep expectation on their faces.

The eight-stage pork knuckle looks like carefully polished gold, and it glows with a mouth-watering luster against the backdrop of the candle flame. Delicate crushed peanuts and other accompaniments are like green leaves, carefully embellished with the beauty of safflower.

It's no longer a dish, it's a work of art.

There was a suffocating silence in the hall, and every gaze was full of greed, full of desire to take it for himself.