Chef Pierre rushed to Ma Xiaozhen's table like crazy, and forked a piece of lamprey meat from the table and stuffed it into his mouth.

As usual, Bowles' Bordeaux lampred is a unique flavour, somewhere between meat and fish, with an intoxicating delight.

Pierre hardly found any difference from what Powers was used to doing.

But looking at Powers looking at Ma Xiaozhen, as if he saw a monster, he clearly told Pierre a fact-

Ma Xiaozhen said that the score was not bad.

How is this possible?

Could it be that this oriental monkey has a keen eye for food and a stronger taste for food than himself?

Pierre's pupils contracted suddenly, and he couldn't help but sweat in an instant.

No way!

It's absolutely impossible!

Looking at Pierre and Powers' stunned expressions, Ma Xiaozhen's heart also showed a sense of accomplishment.

What about celebrity chefs?

What about the famous dishes?

What about Fame Shock France?

Whether it is a celebrity chef or a famous dish, success or failure, only Ma Xiaozhen, can be decided in one word!

Hahahaha!

Ma Xiaozhen laughed wildly in his heart.

Mortals, onlookers, melon-eating crowds, come and worship me, cheer for me, come and sign my autograph!

And just when Ma Xiaozhen's heart was surging like a tsunami, the vast number of onlookers didn't care about Ma Xiaozhen at all.

All their attention was on Bowers, who was so moved by Bowers' feat that they even shed tears of emotion.

A foreigner, without any motive of self-interest, is in his fifties, and in order to help the mahjong war of the Great Xia Kingdom, he has traveled thousands of miles to come to China!

What kind of spirit is this? This is the spirit of internationalism, this is the spirit of communism!

Compared with this broad spirit, the little flaws in the cooking skills are completely negligible?

Everyone walked up to Powers, their eyes shining with friendship and adoration, and whispered comfortingly:

"The brandy poured two more points, what does it matter, everyone can't eat it anyway!"

"Your love for mahjong from the bottom of your heart is so touching!

"Yes, Mr. Powers, sign for me. ”

Bowers burst into tears: "Thank you, thank you, everyone is so good to me." ”

Ma Xiaozhen: "......"

Is there a mistake?

I'm the main character!

Shouldn't everyone cheer for me and ask me for an autograph?

Why did they all go towards him?

Nima!

The author is fucking brain-dead!

And there's no common sense!

While Ma Xiaozhen scolded the author in his heart, Zhou Pengfei was also complaining frantically in his heart.

Rubbish!

My dad brought in you so-called celebrity chefs from France with a high salary, and they're all fucking rubbish!

One or two coaxed, but Ma Xiaozhen of a turtle said that he was lying down!

Celebrity chef!

Zhou Pengfei used his crazy eyes, as if he was chopping around on chef Pierre like a knife.

Aren't you the chef of a three-Michelin-starred restaurant?

Aren't you a legendary chef in France?

Hurry up and give it to Lao Tzu! Treat Ma Xiaozhen that kid ruthlessly!

Torture him!

Feeling the heavy pressure in the eyes of the young owner Zhou Pengfei, Pierre finally calmed down slowly.

In order to defend his reputation, he had to take action.

There is no shortage of fame, and Pierre, as the head chef of a three-Michelin-starred restaurant, is naturally not in vain.

Since being named Chef of the Chef of a three-Michelin-starred restaurant, Pierre has been challenged by numerous chefs and has dealt with discerning gourmets.

Each time, he won.

Basiler and Powers, although he has been his deputy for many years, are the second chefs and cold chefs he can trust. But in the face of reputational challenges, in the most critical moments, he only believes in himself.

Basiler and Powers may make mistakes.

But Pierre, the chef of his three-Michelin-starred restaurant, could never make a mistake!

After decades as a chef, Pierre finally regained his composure.

In an instant, he seemed to be in the abyss, like a grandmaster, and gently picked up the French foie gras on the table and handed it to Ma Xiaozhen.

"You say my dish is chicken ribs. I would like to ask you what is lacking. ”

When Chen Moyao heard this, she was stunned. She is delicate, and she has long been dissatisfied with Pierre's previous constant call for Ma Xiaozhen as the Oriental Monkey. It's just that she has a good upbringing, is a typical lady, and is a little shy, and she is really embarrassed to quarrel with a foreign stranger in public.

This time, Pierre actually respectfully addressed Ma Xiaozhen as Your Excellency. Chen Moyao was stunned in her heart, she already understood the truth, and knew that Ma Xiaozhen had won Pierre's respect. Pierre already regarded Ma Xiaozhen as an equal opponent.

Chen Moyao was overjoyed in her heart, her eyes swept over Ma Xiaozhen, and she felt that Ma Xiaozhen's image suddenly became a little taller in her heart, her eyes were settled, and she couldn't leave Ma Xiaozhen anymore.

The onlookers were even more excited, just seeing Ma Xiaozhen continuously point out the defects of the dishes made by Basiler and Powers, and tell the origin behind them, it is really amazing. This time facing three-Michelin-starred chef Pierre, it was like Mars hitting the earth, and it was expected that sparks must be flying.

At that moment, everyone was watching, and countless eyes were staring at Ma Xiaozhen and Pierre.

Seeing that Pierre was serious, Ma Xiaozhen was no longer messing around, a little solemn look appeared on his face, and he still picked up the pair of chopsticks on the table, gently sandwiched a piece of foie gras, put it in his mouth, and bit off a piece.

Naturally, the ring in his hand was a repetition of the old technique, inhaling the white light on this foie gras into it and merging it into the void Jiuyi Tianzun Ding in Ma Xiaozhen's body.

There was a slight tremor in his brain, and a divine will rushed straight into his brain. Pierre's foie gras information was instantly engraved in his mind and was all in Ma Xiaozhen's heart.

This time, Ma Xiaozhen closed his eyes and let the foie gras flow between his lips and teeth.

After a long time, Ma Xiaozhen put down the chopsticks and the foie gras on the chopsticks together.

"Amazing, amazing!" Ma Xiaozhen applauded lightly: "In terms of technique, Mr. Pierre's French foie gras can be said to have no flaws at all, it can be called flawless, it is really remarkable!"

Flawless?

The onlookers were all shocked, they just saw Ma Xiaozhen pointing out the country, like divine help, they thought that this time it must be thunder, but Ma Xiaozhen said that this dish was flawless. Even Pierre himself was stunned.

The dish is flawless, but this scene is tasteless.

The onlookers were suddenly disappointed.

Zhou Pengfei suddenly chuckled: "Everyone knows that Mr. Pierre, as the chef of a three-star Michelin restaurant, is a master of cooking, and your flawless sentence is like fooling the past, which is too perfunctory." ”

"No...... There is no flaw in the technique, but this dish is flawed. ”

Ma Xiaozhen shook his head gently, his eyes were blazing, and he looked at Pierre: "Before evaluating this dish, Mr. Pierre, I want to ask you a question......

"Excuse me!" Ma Xiaozhen interrupted: "There is a group of chickens and a group of rabbits in the same cage, a total of fifteen heads, forty legs, may I ask, how many chickens are in the cage, how many rabbits are there?"

The turn was too sharp and too abrupt.

Once again, everyone overturned.