Qi Chen took the roast duck.

Then take out two plates.

Slice the roast duck from the street and the Kyoto duck on two separate plates.

He filmed very slowly, and deliberately did not show his sword skills.

"Everyone. Now I have two stacks of roast duck in my hands. I don't know if there were any tasters on site. ”

"I'll come."

"I'll come."

The audience was eager to try it.

Qi Chen selected five audiences, a little boy and a little girl. An old man, two middle-aged men.

"Alright, now you turn your backs. I'll choose one of the two plates of roast chicken for you to taste. After you finish eating, tell me which piece is Quanjude's roast duck. Got it? ”

"Got it!"

Five volunteers replied.

Five minutes later

"Okay, now you come and choose the Quanjude in your heart."

Qi Chen announced.

The other guests in the hall all held their breath and waited for the results.

Yang Fu's face was full of nervousness, and cold sweat flowed from his forehead.

"Brother, Meng Meng chooses the one on the right."

"I think it's the right one, too."

"I feel like the one on the left is more like this."

"I think it's on the right."

"I'll pick the right side too."

Five volunteers voiced their results.

"Impossible, impossible, they lie. How can my Quanjude's roast duck not be as delicious as the roadside. You guys colluded well. ”

Yang Fu is crazy.

The hall was silent, and when the guests saw Yang Fu's appearance, they all showed disgust.

"Oh? Aren't you giving up? Boss Yang. ”

Qi Chen said.

"Little brute, why should I die? What have you proven? Didn't you say I'm not an authentic Kyoto duck? There's a kind of you're making authentic come. Make it like the one introduced in the Chinese beauty recipe. Otherwise, don't beep here. ”

Yang Fu roared.

"Boss Yang, you're embarrassed. If someone says you're doing something wrong, you don't necessarily want someone else to do it. ”

"yes, then I don't think a movie is good. Do you have to make one yourself to be able to say? ”

"Yes, yes, this kind of robber thinking, Boss Yang, you are too much."

The guests in the hall subjectively began to fall to Qi Chen's side.

"Good. I do. ”

As soon as Qi Chen's words came out, he directly calmed the audience.

"Okay, you said it yourself, I didn't force you."

Yang Fu's face was full of excitement.

Quanjude in the inner chamber

Yang Kaitai and Long Ping had already finished a plate of Kyoto roast duck after a while.

"Why hasn't this Yang Fu come back after going for so long?"

"Old man Yang, nothing will happen, right?"

"Huh? Now there are still people who dare to come to Quanjude to make trouble? ”

Yang Kaitai blew his beard and glared. He stood up.

"Old man Ping, I'll go out and have a look."

"I'll check it out too."

"You're not the right person."

"It's okay, I'm wearing sunglasses."

Yang Kaitai and Long Ping slowly walked out of the inner room.

"Huh? What does it smell like and why does it smell so good? ”

Long Ping sniffed his nose hard, his face showing intoxication.

"No way. This is the taste of Kyoto roast duck. ”

Yang Kaitai was excited.

"Old man Yang, isn't it Kyoto roast duck? We just had a plate. Is it necessary to make such a fuss? ”

"Old man Ping, the most we just ate is called roast duck. The smell is like real Kyoto roast duck. No way. Since my grandfather died, no one in the world knows how to make this Kyoto duck. ”

Yang Kaitai stood still, his face tangled.

"Old man Yang, why do you want to do so much? Let's go out and have a look. ”

"Yes, yes, look at me, I'm all confused."

In the kitchen, Qi Chen finished the roast duck, he used the dough and various ingredients to match, rolled it into a ball and placed it on a round plate. Then he walked down the hall with a saucer.

"I'm done."

"Hahaha, you're a Kyoto roast duck? Don't laugh at me. ”

Yang Fu's nervous heart instantly settled down.

"Hey, I'm still too young, and I'll be fooled if I provoke casually."

"Where is this roast duck? It's clearly a meat bun. ”

"This young man is supposed to be a northerner. Maybe that's how he eats his roast duck there. ”

The onlookers secretly felt sorry for Qi Chen.

"Little One"

Xu Mei looked at Qi Chen's back with a worried expression.

"This is the Kyoto roast duck that ranks eighth on the Huaxia Mei recipe. It's a real practice. ”

Qi Chen said.

"Stinky boy, aren't you! You say Kyoto roast duck does this? Do you think my ancestors would have done that? It's still wrapped in bread, are you eating northern dumplings? ”

Yang Fu sneered all over his face, looking at Qi Chen as if he were looking at one.

At this moment, everyone in the hall suddenly saw an old man with white eyebrows rushing into the crowd and slapping Yang Fu in the face.

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A crisp sound resounded through the hall.

In the hall, there was silence. Everyone was stunned, they were all stunned.

Who is this old man?

How dare he beat Boss Yang Fuyang?

Isn't this old man crazy?

"Which brute beats his father, why are you?"

Yang Fu was about to scold, but suddenly found that it was his father who hurriedly changed his words.

Hearing Yang Fu call this old man's father, all the guests were full of strange faces.

"No wonder this old man looks familiar, it turns out to be Old Man Yang."

"Yes, I heard that Old Man Yang has white eyebrows and white beard. Exactly like this old man. It should be his old man. ”

The surrounding guests whispered.

"You turtle son. I don't know the craftsmanship of my ancestors. I don't hit you or anyone. ”

Yang Kaitai looked angry.

"Yang Fu, who made this Kyoto roast duck?"

"I did it." Qi Chen spoke.

"Can I taste it?" Yang Kaitai looked at him.

"Yes." Qi Chen nodded.

Yang Kaitai picked up a Kyoto roast duck and stuffed it into his mouth.

He chewed slowly, and the more he chewed, the slower he moved, and suddenly tears welled up in his eyes.

"Dad, why are you crying?"

"Thank you, young man, that I finally got the real Kyoto roast duck again."

Yang Kaitai opened his eyes, his face full of sadness.

What did Old Man Yang say?

Real Kyoto roast duck?

Could it be that this young man is doing authentic?

The audience was stunned and looked incredulous.

"Thank you, no need. Yang Fu, I won this bet. I took the bet away. ”

"Mei'er, let's go."

Qi Chen pulled Mei'er out the door.

Yang Kaitai looked inexplicable, what kind of bet?

"Not good."

Yang Fu's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly chased out.

The guests in the hall also came out.

"Mei'er, you are back."

"Hmm." Xu Mei looked at Qi Chen suspiciously.

Qi Chen looked up at the Quanjude plaque above his head, lifted the Wudang Cloud Ladder, flew directly into the air, and lifted the Baguazhang. A palm on the plaque. Suddenly, the thousand-year-old plaque shattered into several pieces and fell.

"No"

Yang Fu screamed in horror, his heart full of regret and hatred.

"Fierce man, really ruined?"

"Is this a trapeze?"

"Something is wrong."

The guests who came out were dumbfounded.

"Mei'er, let's go."

Qi Chen showed mockery on his face, and he pulled Xu Mei, who was also dumbfounded, into the crowd.

In an instant, the two men disappeared into the crowd, nowhere to be found.

In the hall of Quanjude, Long Ping has been standing in the corner, and he has watched all this silently.

In his heart, he was slightly interested in Qi Chen, the little guy.

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