Master Ling Shi sat on the chair with a tray, his fat body slightly crowded. Pick up the lamb skewers, the aroma is tangy, the lamb is roasted golden brown, fat and thin, and only a little salt is put to grill.

When he took a bite into his mouth, the juice of the mutton splashed all over his mouth in an instant, the aroma was rich, and the enjoyment of the tip of his tongue made him chew for a long time, and the aftertaste was endless.

Master Shi exhaled and said: "Fragrant, fresh as if you can feel the lamb running on the grassland, with a faint aroma of grass, beautiful!" ”

The people waiting in line saw him enjoying it so much, but they drooled.

"The cold shopkeeper is faster, and the one in the back can't help it."

Han Jiang laughed loudly: "Haha... I take responsibility for my diners and make sure that every serving is equally delicious. ”

An adult said: "The shopkeeper is really responsible, I think it is better to ask a few guys to help." ”

Shaking his head, he said: "I am responsible for you, and I am also responsible for food, I know the importance of things, and there is a poem that is well written." On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil. Who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard work"

The people in front of them pondered for a while, and recalled: "It's really a good poem, it is not easy to write about farmers, and every piece of food is watered by farmers with sweat." ”

"Well, it's worth pondering."

"What's more, you should start with me, establish a good image, and I must mention this matter when I go to court tomorrow."

After that, the Tang Dynasty popularized the CD-ROM action, which should be the early appearance of this poem, and the CD-ROM action was also more than a thousand years in advance. Of course, that's all for later.

Hanjiang was busy until the afternoon, and there was no decrease in people, but an increase, knowing that his speed was too slow, he roasted several portions at a time.

The restaurant was bustling with customers, and the praise continued, and even Hanjiang became a celebrity in the mouth of many officials, and every time he went to a restaurant to eat, he had to compare the dishes he cooked.

The major restaurants in Chang'an City have a lot fewer customers, and the former regulars are gone, and the Chinese restaurant has reached their ears, asking their own chefs if they know Hanjiang's person.

In the Guiyun Pavilion, the sound of slapping the table was loud, and the shopkeeper was very angry: "Are you blind, such a good cook was thrown out by you, and you still have the face to stand here." ”

'Pap' slapped his chef's face and said, "And you, what are you eating, my restaurant doesn't raise you to eat dry rice." ”

The chef covered his face and said with a cheap smile: "Shopkeeper, it's me who has no eyes, but in fact, you can't blame me, he can't even burn a fire." ”

"Hmph, don't make excuses for yourself, I want you to find a way to pull him to our restaurant, or let his shop disappear forever."

……

Penglai Palace.

The side of the palace is close to the atrium, but the interior of the room is covered with a thin fine veil, and only the graceful figure of Concubine Wu Hui can be seen.

It's interesting to see the outside from the inside. A eunuch kneeling and said: "Niangniang, this spy from outside the palace has come to report that most of the people in the Chinese restaurant are in and out of the court, and it is not easy to start." ”

A broken voice came from inside, and Concubine Wu Hui's angry voice sounded: "A bunch of waste, what use do you want." ”

When the eunuch heard Concubine Wu Hui furious, she buried her head deep in the ground, and her body trembled: "Niangniang spare your life, the slave family must find another way to drive him out of Chang'an City and kill him." ”

"Well, for the sake of you following me for so many years, I will give you a chance, and if he is still alive in seven days, you will not be able to live."

"Yes." The eunuch kowtowed to thank him, but his legs had no strength, so he had to crawl out.

……

In the small courtyard, the cold river basks in the sun, leisurely. In the afternoon, he closed the shop, and today the princes didn't bother him, and he was in a very comfortable mood, but he thought that Jiang Qian'er's girl hadn't appeared in front of him for two days.

At this time, she was fantasizing about Jiang Qian'er's appearance.

"Ding, the task is released, participate in the God of Food Contest within seven days, and get the title of God of Food, reward a variety of ways to make rice, and you can use the Lucky Wheel once. The chefs of the major restaurants in Chang'an City will be challenged, and they are highly skilled, and the host is also invited to prepare carefully. ”

Han Jiang was stunned and said: "The God of Food Competition, there are so many diners who come and go every day, why haven't I heard of it." ”

"Ding, the host will cook in the cooking hall that will be won, and a special reward will be given to the dragon slaying knife method, whether to learn it or not."

"Learn."

"Learning the Dragon Slaying Knife Technique will deduct the corresponding experience."

Han Jiang looked at his panel.

Name: Hanjiang

Age: 21

Level: Level 2 326/1000 experience

Constitution: 8

Strength: 6

Sensitivity: 10

Wisdom: 9

Charm: 7

Current Mission: Earn the title of God of Food.

Han Jiang pondered for a moment: "Study." ”

"The system will deduct 500 experience points, and the learning will be successful."

A golden light flashed on Han Jiang's body, and he had a feeling of becoming an immortal.

A piece of information flashed in his mind: Situ Zi, the founder of the Dragon Slaying Knife Method, the Taoist method is based on strength, practiced to the end, and turned into several knives with one sword, and has the power to slay the dragon, so he won the second place.

If you have good kung fu, you must also have a sword worthy of it. In a flash of inspiration, I thought of the knife that the system gave to the God of Food, I had never used it before, and now I can try how powerful it is.

Holding it in his hand, there is a feeling of blood connection, at this time, Han Jiang feels that this knife is a part of the body, and the heaviness of the blade is exposed.

With a wave of the big knife, an invisible air flow approached the stone pier, and Han Jiang opened his eyes and looked at the stone pier.

"System, you play with me, this stone pier doesn't even have a knife mark." After saying that, he kicked and turned to leave. The sound of the "click" stone rolling down made him stop, and Han Jiang opened his mouth wide, looked at the two-petaled stone, and then looked at the knife in his hand.

"Baby, it's really golden."

I sighed at the blade of the knife and wiped it with my sleeve, and the edge of the knife was intact. At this time, Han Jiang was ecstatic and danced excitedly.

The door in the courtyard opened, Jiang Qian'er threw herself into Han Jiang's arms like crazy, and hurriedly asked, "Have you missed me these days?" ”

Han Jiang hurriedly shared his joy with her: "You came well, look at this knife, how do you feel." ”

Jiang Qian'er took the knife, her hand sank, she almost didn't hold it steady, and said: "What kind of broken knife is this, it's full of potholes, it's about to fall off the slag, and it's so heavy." ”

Jiang Qian'er threw the knife back, and Han Jiang pointed to the two-petaled stone at the door.

Jiang Qian'er ran over to take a look, her face was very neat, as if it was cut with a knife, she pointed to the knife in Han Jiang's hand and said, "You won't use it to cut it, right?" ”

Han Jiang nodded with satisfaction, and Jiang Qian'er snatched it and took a closer look.

"What's the name of this knife?"

Han Jiang pondered for a while: "The dragon slaying knife is extremely sharp. The edge of the knife is not rolled when cutting copper and iron, and the hair is broken when blowing, and the killing is not stained with blood. ”

In order to bluff her, Han Jiang said the knife extremely powerfully.

Jiang Qian'er was dumbfounded: "This knife has also killed people." ”

"People have never been killed, they must have slaughtered animals, and their heads fell to the ground with a knife."

Jiang Qian'er's eyes were full of golden light, and she held the knife and said, "Give me this knife." ”