"Old man, do you want to try it?" Tang Tian looked at Song Cheng while stir-frying the ingredients in the pot.

He had already noticed Song Cheng before, but the other party didn't step forward, and the change in Zhao Qian's expression next door when Song Cheng came over was also noticed by Tang Tian, so he didn't pay attention to it.

But as time went by, Song Cheng's eyes became a little different when he looked at the kitchenware in his hand.

Up to now, Song Cheng looked at the kitchen utensils in his hand, like a hungry wolf who hadn't eaten for a week looking at a rabbit jumping around.

Based on this alone, it was naturally impossible for Tang Tian to take the initiative to talk to Song Cheng.

What he saw was the calluses on Song Cheng's hands.

The location of those calluses is basically the same as where he is holding the kitchen utensils now.

Therefore, Tang Tian judged that this was a chef, and he had been in this industry for at least thirty years, so he would accumulate such a thick layer of calluses on his hands.

"I ...... Can I try?" Song Cheng's voice trembled.

He had forgotten the last time he was so excited.

He also forgot how many years ago he saw these ordinary kitchen utensils, and his heart could no longer have any fluctuations.

But today, he saw Tang Tian's cooking process with his own eyes, and the simplest ingredients became a delicacy in the world in Tang Tian's hands.

Every time you go under the knife, every time you turn the spoon, it's so beautiful.

Whether it's knife work or the control of the heat on the stove, it's all art.

Just watching from the sidelines, Song Cheng learned a lot.

The road to simplicity.

He understood.

He found that anything in this world, as long as it can be done to the extreme, can reach the peak.

Just like Tang Tian now, the control of knife work and heat has reached the extreme, and there are dishes that even anorexic patients like Wang Xingzhi can say the word "delicious".

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't pull his face, Song Cheng really wanted to worship Tang Tian as a teacher in public here.

"Of course, you've been watching it for so long, you must want to try it, right?" Tang Tian smiled slightly.

Song Cheng's idea is too easy to figure out.

His eyes are a yearning for cooking, very pure, without impurities.

Although Tang Tian has never been exposed to this industry, it is not difficult to see from his eyes that this is a good chef.

Song Cheng's hands were trembling.

He stepped forward in a few steps, stood in the place that Tang Tian had given up, and looked at the long human dragon in front of him.

In the past, he wouldn't care in the slightest, even if there were tens of thousands of people in front of him, his heart would not fluctuate in the slightest.

But now, the hand holding the kitchen knife is shaking.

Can he gain the approval of these people?

The knife light is flashing.

Flowers have a reblooming day, and no one is young.

But Song Cheng felt that he was more than ten years younger at the moment he held the kitchen knife.

The blade slices through the ingredients, colliding with the cutting board, making a crisp, dull sound, like a machine gun spraying a fire snake.

After a while, a plate of cut ingredients appeared.

"You...... You see...... Is this okay?" Song Cheng looked at Tang Tian, who had retreated to his side, and asked carefully.

Even if he is over half a hundred years old, he still uses "you" to address Tang Tian.

"Yes. Tang Tian nodded.

He expected that Song Cheng's cooking skills were not bad before, but now that he has seen it with his own eyes, he is indeed a little surprised.

He relies on Level 3 kitchenware to make the ingredients work perfectly.

But this Song Cheng, relying on his basic skills alone, actually processed the ingredients that were only a little worse than his.

This person's skills are really powerful and a little terrifying.

After receiving Tang Tian's answer, Song Cheng nodded and poured the ingredients into the pot in order to stir-fry.

Although the whole process was smooth, Tang Tian felt a little uncomfortable in his eyes.

Not long after, a plate of dishes came out of the pot, and Song Cheng held it in front of Tang Tian, "Can you help me try the taste?"

Tang Tian didn't say much, picked up the chopsticks and picked them up, tasted it, and frowned slightly.

"You're imitating me?"

"I ......"

Without waiting for Song Cheng to speak, Tang Tian interrupted, "Because you imitate me, the taste of the dishes you make is far from the taste of mine, if you cook them in your own style, although there will be a gap, it will not be so big." ”

Song Cheng's body trembled.

Tang Tian found out!

Tang Tian found out that he was imitating him!

Master!

This word flashed through Song Cheng's mind.

This "master" does not mean that Tang Tian is a master from the people.

What is meant is that compared to people whose cooking skills have reached the level of Song Cheng, Tang Tian is a master!

If compared with those people in the people, it is an exaggeration to say, then Tang Tian is a god.

"Yes!"

After being silent for a long time, Song Cheng squeezed out this word from his mouth.

He didn't talk nonsense, put the plate in his hand aside, turned around and continued to cook the next plate.

Tang Tian was guiding him.

He couldn't afford to miss this opportunity.

Next door, Zhao Qian was already sitting on the bluestone slab at the door of Yingjun's restaurant.

Finished......

He had been expecting Song Cheng to come forward and offer to accept Tang Tian as an apprentice.

But seeing this scene now, he knew that it was impossible.

Accepting apprentices is indeed accepted, but it is Tang Tian who accepts apprentices, and Song Cheng, the president of the Jiangzhou Food Association.

"I'm ready to move, I'll go see if there are any good stores for rent. ”

Dropping a word, Zhao Qian untied the apron on his body and left dejectedly.

This place can't stay any longer.

Before and after, Lao Tang's fast food has been open for nearly three hours, and the Yingjun restaurant he opened has not had a single guest!

Now, his last hope is not only dashed, but also trampled on the ground!

Before, it was just Tang Tian alone, but now, his "opponent" has one more, the president of the Jiangzhou Food Association, Song Cheng.

The rest of the people in Yingjun Restaurant looked at Song Cheng, who was busy in front of the stove, no one spoke, and left with their heads down.

Time passed quickly, and before I knew it, it was afternoon.

The number of people in front of the store has not decreased, but has increased to nearly 1,000 people, attracting a lot of reporters.

At this time, the Rolls-Royce Phantom that had left before came again.

It was the same young man who had come with a check for 100 million and opened the car door.

The difference is that the window of the rear seat opens, revealing a slightly vicissitudes of life.

"This is a check for 100 million, as well as the transfer contract of all the shops and land in this area, as long as Master Tang you sign here, all the shops around this place are all yours, no matter what you want to tear down and rebuild here, or whatever, you can do it. ”

The young man's words made all the diners in line and the onlookers stunned.

What a big deal!

"So what are the conditions?" Tang Tian did not sign immediately.

"The conditions are very simple, my lord will come over every day when he arrives for dinner in the future, I just hope that Master Tang can cook and make a bowl of tomato and egg rice bowls. ”

As soon as these words came out, others were in an uproar.

This allows ordinary people to enjoy the inexhaustible wealth of their lives, but it is just in exchange for two bowls of rice bowls every day?!