Carefully served with butter, raspberry and redcurrant sauce, the foie gras is so tender and delicate that it barely needs to be chewed, as if it melts in your mouth.

For the average person, this is indeed a supreme delicacy.

But Ma Xiaozhen had just eaten a mustard that had been refined by the Jiuyi Heavenly Venerable. Although this French foie gras is delicious, how can it compare to that mustard that contains the aura of heaven and earth?

Thinking of the mustard, Ma Xiaozhen was a little stunned, and a little unsatisfied, he shook his head and tasted a few other dishes on the table.

Sure enough, there is no dish that can compare to the deliciousness of that mustard.

Ma Xiaozhen tasted every dish, and finally couldn't help but let out a faint sigh and shook his head.

"Huh?"

Zhou Pengfei saw Ma Xiaozhen's disdainful look, and was extremely unhappy, thinking that Ma Xiaozhen was pretending to be forced. So Shi Shiran opened his mouth and asked, "Brother, so many dishes, aren't they to your taste?"

Ma Xiaozhen shook his head and said indifferently: "Chicken ribs." ”

As soon as Ma Xiaozhen's words came out, Chen Moyao and Zhou Pengfei were stunned.

Just when Ma Xiaozhen was trying the dish, Chen Moyao also tasted the foie gras, only thinking that it was fragrant, tender and delicious, which was really a rare delicacy, but Ma Xiaozhen actually summed it up with two words: chicken ribs.

What are chicken ribs? Tasteless food, it's a pity to throw them away!

Chen Moyao was stunned, and couldn't help but guess in her heart, could it be that Ma Xiaozhen also has research on French cuisine?

Zhou Pengfei was also stunned, but there was a burst of ecstasy in his heart, his face was impassive, and he said:

"Could it be that my brother thinks that these dishes are not authentic enough? Then please ask my brother to give my chef a good lesson......

Zhou Pengfei smiled and beckoned to the waiter: "Go, call all the chefs who make these dishes!

Zhou Pengfei, as the young owner of the Champs-Elysées restaurant, naturally knows the situation in the back kitchen of his restaurant.

The chef of the kitchen is called Pierre, and he was a well-known chef in a three-Michelin-starred restaurant in France. It was Zhou Pengfei's father, Zhou Yunhai, who was hired from France with a lot of money.

Pierre began in the kitchen at the age of 14, starting with the lowest level of chopping, lotus and plating, and then studied under the famous and legendary chef Bertrand, where he immersed himself in the kitchen for 20 years, and finally mastered the fusion of endless creativity and wild imagination into the traditional French cooking.

Over the years, he has made a name for himself, appearing in numerous magazines and television shows, and even starting his own food column in a prestigious French newspaper. It can be described as a shock to France!

As a culinary god of the time, Pierre is naturally very conceited about his food works, and his fiery temper and cooking skills can be said to be comparable.

Once, a local tycoon who did not understand French cuisine criticized Pierre's Wellington steak at the Champs-Élysées. As a result, Pierre angrily slaughtered the front hall with two loaves of bread, sandwiching the other man's head with the two loaves of bread, and calling the other a stupid sandwich.

Zhou Pengfei decided that Ma Xiaozhen was a poor dick with no money, where had he eaten such high-end and high-grade Western food, it must be nonsense. Therefore, he deliberately asked the waiter to call Pierre's chef team up, and what he said was to let Ma Xiaozhen educate and educate Pierre, but what he thought about was how to educate Ma Xiaozhen with the hot-tempered Pierre.

Ha ha!

Will Pierre hack this kid to death with a knife?

It's really exciting!

Zhou Pengfei's heart was filled with joy like winning a five-million jackpot, and he thought of it with bad intentions.

Soon, as Zhou Pengfei wished, Pierre rushed to Ma Xiaozhen with two guys with a meaty face.

Pierre is tall and has blonde hair, although there are many wrinkles on his forehead and face, he can still be called personable, he can be said to be a middle-aged handsome uncle, but his eyes are condescending and his face is arrogant.

The two guys behind him were all fleshy and looked a little similar, except that one was bald and the other had a full beard. Zhou Pengfei knew that the bald head was Boris, the second chef, and the bearded man was the cold dish boss Basil.

"I heard...... I'm tired of criticizing the womb's dishes!"

Pierre's uninhibited gaze swept over Ma Xiaozhen, revealing a look of disdain. He has been in the Great Xia Kingdom for a long time, and he can speak some of the languages of the Great Xia Kingdom, but his tone is not standard.

The three chefs rushed to a stop in front of Ma Xiaozhen, which immediately attracted the attention of many guests. The guests looked at Ma Xiaozhen and pointed out.

"This is our chef Pierre. Zhou Pengfei felt proud in his heart, and pretended to introduce to Ma Xiaozhen in his spare time: "Brother, if you think there are any flaws in these dishes, you might as well discuss with our chef Mr. Pierre." ”

This kid is really naked.

Ma Xiaozhen looked at Zhou Pengfei and rolled his eyes.

"Discuss with Wo, what qualifications does he have to discuss with Wo?" Pierre raised his head disdainfully: "You Oriental monkeys, you don't know anything about real food......"

"Mr. Pierre, please apologize for what you just said. ”

Chen Moyao stood up suddenly, her fair face was already red with anger.

"Wo refuse!" Pierre raised his head proudly: "The greasy people just criticized my dish, unless the greasy ones can say what is wrong with the nest's dish, otherwise, the nest will throw the greasy ones into the oven!"

"Problems with your dishes?"

Looking at Pierre, who was as arrogant as a cockfight, Ma Xiaozhen was also angry in his heart, he thought for a while, and suddenly remembered that Xuanhuang Ancestor said that everything has spirituality, when he used the ring of Jiuyi Tianzun Ding in Zhaojiagou to absorb the divine will spirituality in the two Taiji calligraphy, and the past and martial arts essence of Zhao Gongtang, the founder of Zhao's Taiji, appeared in his mind in an instant.

Then these French dishes, which Pierre is very proud of, should also have spirituality, right?

Thinking of this, Ma Xiaozhen quietly stretched out his right hand and stroked the hand that was wearing the ring transformed by the Jiuyi Heavenly Venerable Ding on a flaming spinach bacon salad.

At that moment, a small green light suddenly appeared on the flame spinach bacon salad, pouring into Ma Xiaozhen's ring.

Sure enough, Ma Xiaozhen clearly felt that those tiny green light clusters were integrated into the voided Jiuyi Tianzun Ding in his body, and the Xuanjin Ancient Seal on the inner wall of the Jiuyi Tianzun Ding flowed out. He only felt a slight tremor in his brain, and a divine consciousness rushed straight into his brain.

In an instant, Ma Xiaozhen seemed to "see" the entire processing process of this flame spinach bacon salad from beginning to end, and even the gains and losses and defects of the chef's cooking techniques, and the chef's love and hatred were clear.

This is the wonder of Jiuyi Tianzunding, as long as you absorb the aura of everything, its ins and outs and all kinds of information will be completely presented in Ma Xiaozhen's mind.

Ma Xiaozhen passed this information in his mind, and suddenly showed a strange smile.

"Are you sure you want me to talk about the dish?"

"Tired of just saying. Pierre looked up proudly: "Of course, if it's not right, don't blame Nest for stuffing this stupid sandwich in the oven!"

"Good!"

Ma Xiaozhen suddenly turned his head, and his blazing eyes fell on the bearded Basil.

"This flaming spinach bacon salad, you made it!"

Nabasil didn't care, and raised his head proudly: "That's right! I did it!"

He is the boss of the cold dish in the back kitchen, and this cold dish is made by him, of course, there is nothing unusual.

A weird smile appeared on the corner of Ma Xiaozhen's mouth, and he said in a deep voice word by word.

"You, been, violent, chrysanthemum, up!"