The woman surnamed Sun said every word, all of which were sarcastic, thorny, with guns and sticks, and her words were really sharp.

Everyone present, who was a little more loyal, secretly scolded in their hearts for "dog fighting human power", feeling that she came out for the master so angrily, it was too conspicuous and excessive.

Zhang Nansheng stood beside Ma Xiaozhen, he was born in sports, his personality was already hot, and he decided that Ma Xiaozhen was an unborn basketball wizard.

Ma Xiaozhen waved his hand with a smile and stopped Zhang Nansheng.

With this toss, the three foreign strong men had already killed Ma Xiaozhen in a hurry.

The foreigner at the head was wearing a decent suit, he was tall and had blonde hair, although there were many wrinkles on his forehead and face, he was still personable, and he could be said to be a middle-aged handsome uncle. It was the legendary French chef Pierre in the mouth of the woman surnamed Sun.

The two guys who followed him were both fleshy and looked a little similar, except that one was bald and the other had a full beard. The bald head is Pierre's second chef Boris, and the bearded man is the cold dish boss Basil.

This woman surnamed Sun had gone to the Champs-Élysées restaurant with her husband for dinner, but she knew Pierre and these people, and she had already heard of Pierre's temperament.

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

I heard that there was once a local tyrant 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.

Pierre, the three of them rushed to a stop in front of Ma Xiaozhen. The three of them were already tall, and the people of the larger Xia people were the country, and the two assistant chefs were full of meat, and this time they rushed to Ma Xiaozhen together, but they looked fierce and murderous.

The woman surnamed Sun was overjoyed, and decided that it must be Ma Xiaozhen's sentence just now, "French food is actually nothing", which angered the current kitchen god, and these three people were killed to teach Ma Xiaozhen a lesson.

She was happy in her heart, but her face pretended to be calm, and she pretended to persuade: "This kid is very ignorant, he doesn't know anything about food culture, so the kitchen god doesn't need to be angry." ”

Unexpectedly, Pierre, the French kitchen god, rolled his eyes at her and gave her middle finger: "I'm tired of this ignorant woman, you don't know anything about food culture!"

He turned to Ma Xiaozhen, and a brilliant smile like a child suddenly bloomed on his face, and then, just like Zhang Nansheng

hugged Ma Xiaozhen's thigh fiercely!

"Master, I've finally found you, Master!"

Once again, the audience fell silent.

Eyeballs flew to the ground.

What's going on?

Another thigh-hugging one?

Guru?

Which master?

The audience was stunned.

Zhou Pengfei's face was already darker than that of Lord Bao Zhengbao.

This change was too fast, and the processor in the woman's brain couldn't work, and it crashed all of a sudden.

"Big ...... Guru...... ......After half a sound, she slowly came back to her senses and asked cautiously, "Mr. Chef, do you have a fever...... This kid...... What kind of master can you ......?"

"What do you understand!" Pierre scolded angrily: "Greasy people have a saying in the Great Xia Kingdom, dogs look down on people, that is, for people like greasy." ”

After despising the woman surnamed Sun, Pierre turned his head and instantly turned into a bright smile: "Master, take me as an apprentice, Master......"

The crowd of onlookers was dead silent.

The legendary French chef......

This is the legendary three-star Michelin-starred chef Mr. Pierre......

Now holding a kid in flip-flops beach pants, apprenticeship, begging others to come to the door wall......

Mr. Chef, you rush up and hug your thighs like this. Where is the dignity of your kitchen god?

There was a sigh in everyone's hearts.

Pierre, on the other hand, was extremely firm in his decision.

Last time, he and Ma Xiaozhen had a discussion at the Champs-Elysées restaurant, and lost three games in a row.

He has loved cooking since he was a child, and his pursuit of cooking is tireless, with 120% effort and passion.

For the sake of cooking, he started from the lowest level of vegetable cutters, peeling potatoes ton by ton, cutting vegetables night and night.

His five fingers were scarred, and there was not a single finger that hadn't been cut.

To make a perfect Wellington steak, he bought out all the beef in the nearby supermarket, spent every coin on himself, and ended up nibbling on cold bread for a whole month.

At that time, although his cooking skills were immature, he was full of enthusiasm and thought for each of his dishes as Ma Xiaozhen said.

Eventually, he became famous in France and became one of France's leading celebrity chefs.

However, I don't know when it started, he began to enjoy his fame, and he began to tolerate the slightest criticism. He began to go numb and slowly lost his initial passion and heart for cooking......

The food he made was not flawless, but it began to be full of craftsmanship, no longer vivid, no longer so spiritual.

It was Ma Xiaozhen who told him that no matter how perfect the technique is, it can only stay in the realm of 'cooking', and if you want to rise to the realm of 'cooking', this foie gras is still too far away. The most fundamental reason is that it doesn't have a 'heart'!

Subsequently, Ma Xiaozhen completely convinced Pierre with a mustard.

Pierre never imagined that a single piece of mustard could be so delicious.

Let every cell of him start boiling, and every taste bud he makes start to revelry.

This is the highest level of cooking.

When he returned that day, Pierre shut himself up in the door and spent three days and three nights without eating, drinking, or sleeping.

It was finally dawned.

Pierre decided to start from scratch, to strip away all the aura from his body, and to put aside everything he had gotten again.

He wanted to give up all face and dignity, and he decided to learn the art of cooking again by taking Ma Xiaozhen, a mysterious man, as his teacher.

Little by little, start from scratch.

For this reason, he resigned from his position as the head chef of the Champs-Élysées restaurant, took Basille and Bowles, and began to look for Ma Xiaozhen in the vast sea of people.

However, Ma Xiaozhen had already left Changzhou to find the thousand-year-old elixir. Pierre has walked through every street and alley in Cheung Chau, but there is still no whereabouts of Ma Xiaozhen.

Pierre was deeply lost.

Although Pierre left the Champs-Elysées restaurant, he had some friendship with Zhou Yunhai, the head of the Zhou family. Zhou Pengfei's engagement banquet was approaching, so Zhou Yunhai came forward and invited Pierre and Basile Le Bowers to cook for Zhou Pengfei's engagement banquet and provide French food.

Pierre couldn't find Ma Xiaozhen's whereabouts, and in desperation, he had to accept the Zhou family's commission.

He was working in the back kitchen, and he thought he was just here for a walk, but suddenly he vaguely heard a kid in flip-flop beach pants coming to rob him.

Flip-flop beach pants?

Pierre's mind was like an electric flash, and he immediately thought of Ma Xiaozhen's figure.

Therefore, he took Bowers and Basille with him and drove him out of the back kitchen in a hurry.

Sure enough, it was Ma Xiaozhen.

The mountains and rivers are exhausted, and there is no way out, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village!

The object of his heart and mind is right in front of him, how can he not be excited? How can he not hug his thighs?

So, just like that, Pierre hugged Ma Xiaozhen's thigh with tears in his eyes.

"Master, take me as an apprentice!"