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Chapter 132

Cui Yongnian was Chinese New Year's Eve six years old at the time.

He studied in France, specializing in Western cuisine.

First-hand cooking skills are indeed cows.

This is his arrogant capital.

Next to him, several of his disciples were also full of ridicule and looked at Song Sanxi.

Even, an older disciple said to Song Sanxi: "Don't think that if you drive a Maybach, you can do whatever you want here." Europa, has its own rules. I'm afraid you don't know our teacher Cui."

Cui Yongnian glared at the disciple and interrupted him, "Stop talking nonsense, prepare the juice!" ”

Song Sanxi smiled naturally, "As long as you are attentive, there are no bad dishes." Mr. Cui, please rest assured, I will not smash your signboard. ”

Cui Yongnian sneered, "If you do worse than my average disciple, you will have to pay three times the price." ”

"Okay. 20,000 yuan, this bet, I played. ”

Cui Yongnian nodded and pointed to a disciple, "Xiao Cao, you come." As it happens, Private Room 7 also has a top-notch French meal. You two, let's compete. ”

Immediately, a disciple in his early twenties came over.

He smiled coldly at Song Sanxi, "You, you're doomed." ”

Song Sanxi said: "What if I win? ”

Cui Yongnian: "This meal is free!" ”

"That's it."

Song Sanxi made an OK hand gesture in a chic manner.

Then, the two Western food tables didn't need to play lotus, all of them were done by Song Sanxi and Xiaocao themselves.

Cui Yongnian, holding a glass of 82-year-old Laffe, stayed on the side, watched, and treated the referee as a referee.

In this competition, the whole kitchen gradually went crazy.

Cui Yongnian's brows gradually furrowed.

Before I knew it, my face was dark.

Then, written full of surprise.

Xiao Cao, who was busy sweating, was sweating more and more.

The master's expression proved it: he, Xiao Cao, lost!

Song Sanxi is calm, confident, and elegant.

Cut, sliced, fried, grilled, plated

From hors d'oeuvres, juices, to beef, foie gras, to caviar, to small desserts after the meal.

He is all fine.

Whether it is knife work or cooking skills, it is simply ten streets away from Xiaocao.

The same ingredients, seasonings, different collocations and techniques, and different heat conditions.

A top-notch French meal, really showing off the flavor and showing off the position.

The whole back kitchen is filled with the aroma of intoxicating food.

There are more than a dozen people in the back kitchen, and they are all drooling.

The beautiful waitress who passed the dishes was going crazy.

This is the top meal.

This is the top man.

One thing to say, everyone in the audience felt that this Western-style cooking skill surpassed the top chef Cui Yongnian.

Cui Yongnian's head also had some sweat oozing out.

Embarrassment, slap in the face.

The mood of tasting red wine is long gone.

After the last dessert is done.

Xiao Cao wiped his sweat and glanced at the master.

The master spat out coldly: "You, you can not use it tomorrow." ”

Xiao Cao was about to cry

Song Sanxi smiled, "Teacher Cui, why bother? Xiao Cao is still good. It's just that his opponent is me. He is still young and has a future, and I hope that Mr. Cui will give him a chance. ”