You're killing yourself.

Watching Ma Xiaozhen invite the guests of the restaurant to try the dishes, Zhou Pengfei sneered in his heart.

He didn't believe in the magic of a packet of mustard. Although he saw Chen Moyao crying when he tasted mustard, he looked like a peerless mustard. But he knew that Chen Moyao had a lot of maintenance for Ma Xiaozhen, and thought that he was deliberately helping Ma Xiaozhen to break the siege just now, so he didn't care at all.

Ma Xiaozhen proposed to let the customers of the restaurant try the dishes, which fell into Zhou Pengfei's arms. The consumption of his restaurant is extremely high, and the people who come to dine are either rich or expensive, they are all used to eating the delicacies of the mountains and seas, how can a small bag of mustard get into the eyes of these people?

I'll see how you die!

Zhou Pengfei remained silent, waved his hand to Ma Xiaozhen, and looked like "please take care of yourself".

"Okay, congratulations. ”

Ma Xiaozhen ignored Zhou Pengfei and showed a low-key and confident smile to the three customers who tried the dishes: "You will be able to taste the supreme delicacy between heaven and earth." ”

Three customers came over, one was an old man with a red face, one was a hearty middle-aged man, and the other was a teenage girl. The three of them picked up the fork and prepared to fork a mustard on Ma Xiaozhen's plate.

"Wait!"

Ma Xiaozhen suddenly waved his hand.

The three of them were stunned.

Ma Xiaozhen suddenly took out one of the mustard buns, and then carefully cut it into three pieces with a knife, and then waved his hand to the three people: "It's okay, a small piece for each person." ”

Depend on!

It's just a piece of mustard, and it's cut into three pieces!

What a fucking slam!

The onlookers rolled their eyes at Ma Xiaozhen and raised a middle finger.

A huge bead of sweat also fell from the heads of the three customers who tried the food.

But when they all came up, it didn't seem polite to turn around and leave.

Let's give it a try.

With the idea of giving it a try, the three of them simultaneously inserted their own small piece of mustard with a fork and stuffed it into their mouths together.

The next step should be to criticize it in unison, right?

The eyes of the masses are bright!

This time, I see how you fooled the past!

Zhou Pengfei thought ill-intentionedly, and looked at the three customers who were trying the dishes with a smile.

However, Zhou Pengfei's malicious smile froze in an instant.

He clearly saw that the three customers who tried the dishes seemed to have made an appointment, and they all posed in a classic pose with tears streaming down their faces.

The closed eyes......

The tears that snaked down......

This twitching eyebrows......

This intoxicated and ecstatic expression......

It's just carved out of a mold!

You guys' tearful expressions are too neat, aren't they?

What are you doing here? Do you square dance with your eyebrows?

Why the hell are you crying and eating mustard!?

Zhou Pengfei's heart was once again galloping.

"My taste buds...... This feeling...... It's like a pilgrimage......" The middle-aged man wept silently and muttered to himself: "Is this the legendary peerless delicacy?"

"I seem to be reminded of my first love," the old man shed a muddy old tear: "That was sixty years ago......"

"What if I can't eat such a delicious mustard in the future?" the girl cried frantically: "After eating such a good mustard, how can I live this life?"

"It's amazing, it's amazing!"

The three people who tried the dishes let out a long sigh in unison, and their faces were still unfinished: "Sure enough, between heaven and earth, it is supremely delicious!"

Looking at the indulgent expressions of the three people, even Pierre was a little shaken.

Could it be that there is really something unique about this package of mustard?

"No way!" Pierre's dignity told himself: "It's just a bag of mustard, and it can never move people to tears!

Pierre's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Just when he was working psychological construction, his second chef Bowles and cold dish master Basiler couldn't hold it anymore, and both picked up a piece of mustard in Ma Xiaozhen's hand and swallowed it.

At this moment, the eyes of the two strong men were closed, their green tendons were exposed, and their heads were covered with sweat, as if they had been fished out of a pool. In the corners of their eyes, there are tears of emotion.

"It's amazing...... Basil was intoxicated: "It's like a girl's breasts, and it's like the tip of a lover's tongue, it's ecstasy, it's so ecstasy......"

"Is this the magic of the food of the Great Xia Kingdom?" Bowers indulged in it: "It's as magical as the mahjong of the Great Xia Kingdom! It seems that I am going to apply for the nationality of the Great Xia Kingdom as soon as possible!"

"Whoa, whoa!"

Monsieur Pierre seemed to hear the sound of his own galloping horses.

Nima!

It's just a mustard, you guys crying fart!

One or two are like taking drugs, what are you doing?

As one of the best chefs in Grand France, can you have some dignity?

Can you guys be a little disciplined?

Can you still have a little sense of honor as our French chefs?

Looking at Pierre's frantic roar, Basille and Powers glanced at each other, and neither explained, but proved with actions -

Basiler strangled Pierre, and Bowles picked up a piece of mustard and threw it into Pierre's mouth.

"Let me go! I will never eat this garbage! Even if you kill me, I will never eat this ......"

Pierre roared angrily, but the moment the mustard was eaten, Pierre's angry roar suddenly stopped.

Sure enough, a moment later, two lines of hot tears flowed from Pierre's eyes. He trembled, like a devout believer who suddenly discovered the coming of a god.

"Why? Why am I crying?"

"Why? It's an ordinary vegetable with the fragrance of foie gras! Why? It's a vegetarian dish that fills the wild with beef!"

"Is it a gift from God? It's so delicious!"

Pierre burst into tears. He wanted to sing, but he felt that none of the songs could accurately express his majestic heart, and he wanted to shout, but he felt that his hoarse throat had desecrated this supreme delicacy......

All the joy, surprise, sorrow, sigh, all the complex emotions seem to be impossible to express, and finally converge on Pierre's two lines of muddy old tears.

I finally understood why they were all crying and eating mustard......

This is the high level of the kitchen......

You have to taste this dish, in this life, it's worth it.

Pierre silently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, silently picked up the fork, and ......

With the speed of thunder and the jingle of the bell, he went to the pickled vegetable fork on Ma Xiaozhen's table, and forked the three thickest mustards and stuffed them into his mouth.

"It's so delicious, three more!"

it!

The crowd of onlookers cursed in unison.

What is your dignity as a French chef?

What about your sense of pride as a French chef?

Didn't you just say that you would never eat this junk food?

Didn't you just solemnly say that you would not eat it if you were killed?

Looking at the contemptuous eyes around him, Pierre was not afraid, puffed up his chest, and was confident.

"If you don't kill you, you won't eat it! As long as you can't kill it, you will eat it to death!"