Seeing that more than a dozen people more than ten meters away each showed a smile of 'revenge', 'schadenfreude', and 'seeing God open his eyes', Zhang Jin understood

No wonder you all refuse to leave, it turns out that you just want to see my old strength and suffer by yourself

No wonder the corridor windows are opened so wide on a cold day, and almost all the ventilation air conditioners are turned on to the maximum power, so it turns out that the smell is drained

Thinking of this, Zhang Jin, who calmed down, looked back at the small kitchen that had opened the door wide, and muttered to himself:

It's really too exaggerated, the exhaust fan and range hood in the kitchen are all turned on, if you don't turn it on......

Maybe it's like what Old Man Tao said, you can really kill people

After running a long distance and retching for a while, Zhang Jin, who had calmed down, still had time to say to a few guys who covered their mouths and snickered:

The taste is quite sufficient, right, but that's what we want, don't look at you now, I'm afraid to avoid it one by one, and you'll know what the best soup is tomorrow morning

After speaking, Zhang Jin ignored the disdain of these guys, took a deep breath, and rushed into the smelly small kitchen with bated breath

When Zhang Jin came back, a group of people who had been arrested by Old Man Tao were relieved, and they finally didn't have to be contaminated with the painful smell, which was getting stronger and stronger, and finally let the initiator suffer for himself

The people who had experienced the poison were very relieved to watch Zhang Jin's embarrassment show once, and after the people were happy, they dispersed one after another with satisfaction

And then, no one knows how Zhang Jin tossed in the second half of the night, and no one knows how many times Zhang Jin has been in and out of that small kitchen in the past few hours

That smell does have the terrifying power to kill all living beings, the sense of smell is far more sensitive than ordinary people, and it can even be compared to gold, Zhang Jin naturally can't afford it

Zhang Jin could only rely on the demonic nature of his physique and his fairly deep cultivation, and after taking a deep breath outside, he could hold his breath and work in the kitchen for dozens of minutes to be able to enter and exit every half an hour without being smoked on the basis of not having a spiritual breakdown

Zhang Jin also relied on his level of apnea comparable to that of a whale that he was able to 'survive' strongly, instead of sacrificing at his post when the soup was a little faster in the second half of the night, when the soup boiled for the first time and the smell reached the peak of 'history'

It is precisely because Zhang Jin can't smell the taste during the breath-holding period that he can continue to calmly add many other main ingredients and ingredients to the soup after the initial boiling......

Except for Zhang Jin, no one knows how Zhang Jin 'survived' this night

Until seven or eight o'clock, everyone who needs to get up early to prepare for the opening of today's 'Shijie Food Exchange Meeting' is busy getting up one after another

Old Man Tao and the chefs of the Imperial Dining Room who had been poisoned last night finally saw Zhang Jin and his fellow men using a trailer to transport the 'chemical agent bomb' that impressed them last night out of the small kitchen and out of the Imperial Dining Room until the 'stall' belonging to Zhang Jin was set up on the street not far from the entrance of the Imperial Dining Room

Zhang Jin put the big vat on the side of the road, a folding table in the open space behind the vat drove the helpers away, and then Zhang Jin, who was alone, found a chair and sat down against the hot side of the vat with a book in his hand and read it with relish

The opening time of the 'food exchange meeting' in the morning was ten o'clock, and the old man Tao, who had already gone to various kitchens and halls to inspect the circle, saw that Zhang Jin had already set up the stall, and his time was still very free, so he walked over with a young man who looked like a follower

Xiao Zhang, your pot of soup is ready

Old Man Tao's eyes were still a little cringeful when they fell on the jar, obviously he still had lingering palpitations about the power of this jar of things that flowed poison last night, even if he greeted Zhang Jin and stood there, he had to try his best to stay away from that dangerous thing..., what made Old Man Tao more relieved was that at this time, the simmer under the cylinder had been adjusted to a very small point by Zhang Jin, that is, at the low temperature outside, it would be able to keep the full tank of soup at the critical boiling point temperature, plus the cylinder head sealed, Heavy and basically no steam continues to come out, zuihou plus the outside is empty, even if a little air comes out, it will quickly escape to the point of faintness

That's why Old Man Tao 'dared' to walk to the dangerous range of only eight meters away from this 'chemical agent bomb', and said hello to Zhang Jin 'from afar'

Hearing the greeting of Old Man Tao, Zhang Jin hurriedly put away the "Yuan Porcelain Collection" in his hand, stood up, and said with a smile:

Let's have to stuff this pot of fresh soup for another half an hour, you haven't eaten breakfast yet, wait for the soup to be ready, I'll tell you to have breakfast while you always comment on our soup by the way

Hearing that Zhang Jin actually wanted to invite himself to drink soup, he once again thought of the old man Tao who encountered last night, his face was green, although the old man was worried that Zhang Jin would smash the pot and make his invitation look bad, but out of the consideration of 'cherishing life', the old man still hurriedly pushed it away

No, I'm older, I get up early, eat early, my stomach is already full, and when the time comes, you can eat it yourself...... I've got something to do in the kitchen, you're busy, I'll go first

Seeing that the old man was 'fleeing' as if he was flustered, Zhang Jin was stunned for a moment, and then pursed his lips and muttered in a low voice:

What's the matter, obviously I still believe it, but we Lao Jin, we have all said that this soup was more fat yesterday, and the fresher it will be today, you still don't believe it, as if our Lao Jin, this jar is filled with 'arsenic, peacock gall stewed crane top red', look at you, scared like that......

Before Zhang Jin could start spitting on Old Man Tao's back with contempt, Old Man Tao, who had escaped a few steps away, turned around again after patting his head

After returning to the 'safe position' he was standing in in Zhang Jin's inexplicable eyes, Old Man Tao pointed to the young man who had come with him before, and had been standing aside with a bitter face and pretending to be a puppet until now, and introduced:

I almost forgot, let me introduce you to you, this is Xiao Dong, our kitchen apprentice in the imperial dining room, I'm afraid you can't be busy alone, so let him help you, serve soup to the guests, collect some money, and so on......

(This food festival is not the kind of ticket system, but the kind of buying and selling system like the temple fair)

The enthusiastic old man Tao simply introduced the old man to the two, as if he was afraid that Zhang Jin would pull him to drink soup together and burn his buttocks, as if he 'fled' away

After sending away the 'embarrassed escape' old man Tao with his middle finger in his heart, Zhang Jin smiled at this Xiao Dong and said:

When I came in the middle of the night last night, I seemed to have seen you, my name is Zhang Jin, since you are older than you, you can call me Brother Zhang, Lao Zhang, if you are not used to calling me, you can call me Mr. Zhang

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Zhang Jin's hot face was attached to the cold buttocks, even if Zhang Jin was enthusiastic, Xiao Dong, who was sent by Old Man Tao, was still a 'catastrophe' Jiashi, and he was powerless, so if he could not answer Zhang Jin's words, he would never answer, and if he could answer with one word, he would not waste a little more saliva

How could this young man surnamed Dong be excited, how could he still be in the mood to chat with Zhang Jin

This Xiao Dong is the lowest person who was oppressed by the big guys yesterday because he had to take care of the fire for Zhang Jin, and he is the 'cannon fodder' who is wearing a lot of masks and rushing into the independent kitchen where Zhang Jin makes 'chemical agents' again and again under the 'surveillance' of the big guys'

In this Xiao Dong's feeling, every time he goes in, it is like a 'wandering of life and death', and the tragedy of 'the wind is sluggish and easy to be cold'

Originally, after Zhang Jin came yesterday, he thought that he had finally escaped and completely ended the nightmare, but he didn't think that he would be sent to assist Zhang Jin early this morning..., thinking that he wanted to scoop the soup and get in touch with this large vat of 'chemical poison', Xiao Dong had the urge to write a 'suicide note'

Xiao Dong, who was sad and almost dead, even if he was usually a chatter, even if he usually did not stop like a child with ADHD, it was impossible to respond positively to Zhang Jin's enthusiasm at this time

So Zhang Jin sang a one-man show enthusiastically for a while, but found that this Xiao Dong was really dull, he could hardly beat a fart with three sticks, and he had to tease and praise him for stand-up comedy

So Zhang Jin also lost his interest in chatting, let Xiao Dong, who was very handsome but mentally developed, stood there in a daze, and he himself returned to the warm tank and sat down, picked up the "Yuan Porcelain Collection" that had just turned a few pages again, and read it with relish

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After the old man Tao fled, it was not early, and the sun that had just shown his face in the east was even more like chicken blood, and he climbed up, the bright but not dazzling, warm but not scorching sun, the sun was a little drowsy, and it was nothing to him who didn't sleep all night, but the winter sun was too comfortable

Just when Zhang Jin was holding the book and squinting and kowtowing under the sun, the other participating food stalls were also put out one after another, and suddenly the originally empty street suddenly became vivid, full of the life of the market

But seeing this mile-long street, suddenly countless food stalls sprung up on the side of the street like mushrooms after a rain, crowded next to each other, full of thousands of people don't know where it was 'hidden' at the previous moment, as if it suddenly jumped out of the crack in the stone (to be continued, if you like this work, you are welcome to vote, monthly pass, your support is my biggest motivation)