"Come on, come on, drink, drink!"

"Deep feelings, a mouthful, let's go!"

Eating dog meat hot pot, everyone pushed cups and changed lamps, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Stephen Chow did not serve the table, but was responsible for pouring wine for everyone, busy like a spinning top.

Wang Xu suffocated a glass of liquor, picked up a piece of yam and put it in his mouth, and said vaguely: "Uncle Law, what do you think of this young man?" ”

"Which one?" With the help of dog meat, the law drank more than two catties, and the eyes of people were stunned.

Looking at Wang Xu's hand, the law shook his head, no matter how you look at Stephen Zhou, it is two people.

"Good, good!" The law doesn't know what it sees, but it's always right to say yes.

Hearing these two good words, Wang Xu summoned Stephen Zhou to pour wine and said: "Uncle Shi, this is my little brother, I have no other hobbies, I just want to learn to cook, can you arrange it?" ”

"This is not easy to get, the fire-headed monk of Shaolin Temple, although it is not good to say, but after all, it is also in the establishment. You, little brother, are not a monk at first glance, and it will be an eyesore to arrange him in! ”

The law master was drunk, his eyes were hazy, and he hesitated and did not let go.

Wang Xu knew at a glance that this was not in place, he didn't say it, and he would go one more when he was full.

After two more cups, the whole person of the law was shaken, and Wang Xu continued: "Uncle Shi, you are the manager of the house, and it is not a matter of words whether you can do it or not." You say yes, you can't do it, you say no, you can't do it. My little brother is a good person, diligent, and accommodating. ”

"This... Belch... It's not easy to get... Belch... I... Hiccup..."

"Let's go one more, Stephen Chow, and fill it up for the Master of Law."

Another glass went down, and halfway through it, the law master slipped and was about to get under the table.

Wang Xu held him up, shook him lightly, and asked, "Uncle Shi, how is it, can this thing be done?" ”

"Tomorrow... Belch... Let him report... Belch... Whew! ”

The law master said that he fell asleep with his head tilted.

Stephen Zhou cautiously came up, poured tea for Wang Xu enthusiastically, and asked, "Big guy, how is it, is there any hope for my business?" ”

"No problem, I'll report to the kitchen tomorrow morning, and that's all right." Wang Xu took the tea and rinsed his mouth, looked at the ecstatic Stephen Zhou, and thought that the matter of washing the marrow meridian should be appropriate.

You must know that Stephen Zhou's dream now is to learn to cook well to defeat Tang Niu and regain the title of God of Food.

In front of him, the Shaolin Temple room is like an adulterer seeing a silver woman, and he will be reluctant to leave.

Wang Xu thought happily, Stephen is successful in learning arts, how can it take a few months, he doesn't need a few months, as long as Stephen Zhou stays in Shaolin for a month, so that he can complete the task.

When the time comes, Stephen Zhou will win back the honor, and Wang Xu will get the marrow washing sutra he wants, and the two of them will be a win-win situation, not to mention Stephen Zhou's favor.

Day 1.

"Stephen Zhou, today is your first day in the Shaolin room, how are you learning, can you still adapt?"

"It's good, I have mastered the trick of stir-frying, not stir-frying a certain dish, but the essence of stir-frying."

Day 3...

"Big guy, the kitchen of Shaolin Temple is so good, I learned the essence of stewing today."

Day 4...

"Happy, it turns out that the fried is fried like this, and I have learned the essence of the frying."

Day 5...

"Today I learned a baked word, which is really beneficial!"

Time passed slowly, and Stephen learned faster and faster.

At the beginning, he still learned one skill every day, and then he learned two or three kinds a day, and in just fifteen days, he learned twenty-eight cooking methods.

Frying, exploding, burning, stir-frying, slipping, boiling, boiling, boiling, steaming, stewing, simmering, stewing, stewing, grilling, baking, stir-frying, frying, collapsing, marinating, sauce, mixing, boiling, pickling, freezing, dregs, drunk, roasting, smoking.

As long as it is cooking, whether it is Chinese or Western, it is inseparable from these 28 words.

Stephen Chow is not a genius, he is simply a demon.

He can learn at a glance what others have cooked, and he can also innovate and make them more delicious than others.

Wang Xu watched Stephen grow up every day, and even he couldn't help but wonder if Stephen Zhou had a system in his head, or something like a super chip, otherwise how could he learn so quickly.

"Big man, I've learned the twenty-eight methods of cooking, and there's nothing left to give to me, I'm going down the mountain today."

Looking at Stephen Zhou, who was carrying luggage and was about to say goodbye to him, Wang Xu had a headache for a while.

If I knew that Stephen Zhou was so talented, I should have let him enter the Shaolin kitchen a few days later.

Fortunately, now it's only fifteen days later, and everything he can learn in the Shaolin kitchen has been learned by him.

Wang Xu calculates the days, there is still half a month before the dream master said that he can let Stephen Zhou go down the mountain, how can he let this guy go now.

"You're done?" Wang Xu turned the rosary, and seemed to ask Stephen Zhou again, but in fact he was thinking about countermeasures.

Stephen Zhou nodded slightly, with a smile on his face, and replied, "After learning everything, I am now confident that I can defeat Tang Niu and regain the position of God of Food." ”

"No, you're just done learning the kitchen, there's something else you haven't learned."

Wang Xu's face was serious, and he said in a deep voice: "Tang Niu is a Shaolin outcast, in addition to stir-frying, he is also a grandmaster-level master. Just learn to stir-fry, you can win him, but he can kill you, it's not safe. ”

"So what should I do?" Stephen Zhou was a little hesitant, he had been in Shaolin for half a month, and he knew Shaolin martial arts well.

Grandmaster-level master, he is not even afraid of bullets when he is outside, Tang Niu's martial arts are so powerful, what should he do if he does not admit defeat when the time comes.

Stephen Zhou likes it when he has nothing to do, so he likes to read some historical biographies, and he still remembers the four major assassins of the Warring States period vividly.

These famous assassins are the best at killing one person in ten steps, Stephen Zhou is not afraid of Tang Niu when it comes to cooking, and he is far inferior when it comes to martial arts.

"Simple, I'll take you to a place where you can learn superior martial arts."

Wang Xu took Stephen Zhou to the Bronze Man Palace, and when the eighteen bronze men heard that they were going to teach Stephen Zhou to practice martial arts, their heads shook like rattles.

Wang Xu couldn't say anything, so he had no choice but to move out of the Dream Relic Master, which made the Eighteen Bronze People reluctantly agree.

"It took half a month to learn to cook, and practicing martial arts can't be easier than cooking!" Looking at Stephen Zhou, who was standing with the eighteen bronze men in the wooden man harbor, Wang Xu touched his chin and thought.

In the movie, Stephen Zhou's martial arts do not look worse than Tang Niu, and these martial arts are learned from the eighteen bronze men.

Wang Xu recalled that Stephen Zhou only stayed in Shaolin for a month, but Tang Niu stayed in Shaolin for thirty years, and it was really hard to imagine how Tang Niu was hanged.

Thirty years of hard labor is not as good as thirty days for others, is this the difference between a genius and an ordinary person?

No, it should be a demon, Stephen Zhou's talent, genius can no longer be summarized, only a demon can be used to describe him.

"Stephen Zhou, if you want to learn martial arts, you have to be beaten, martial arts are all beaten, are you ready?"

The eighteen bronze men stood side by side, and the first bronze man asked.

Stephen Zhou blinked, looked at the sneering bronze people, and asked dryly: "I suddenly don't want to learn, can I not learn?" ”

"If you want to learn, you can learn, if you don't want to learn, you don't learn, what are you?"

The No. 1 bronze man ripped off his shirt, revealing his golden body, and asked, "Tell him, who are we!" ”

"Ha, the eighteen bronze men of Shaolin Temple..."