Just when the onlookers who ate melons were moved to tears by the quality education of the Great Xia Kingdom and the prestige of our country.

Zhou Pengfei's heart has been in close contact with Ma Xiaozhen's eighteenth generation of immediate collateral relatives.

Quality education for your sister! Quality education for your uncle!

Quality education for your seventh uncle! Quality education for your ancestors for 18 generations!

Your whole family is quality educated!

Zhou Pengfei couldn't wait to pounce on the legendary three-Michelin-starred chef Mr. Pierre twice, so that he couldn't take care of himself.

Lao Tzu wants you to use your French foie gras to kill that kid's limelight, what kind of calf quality education are you talking to him?

Isn't that killing yourself?

Focus on that foie gras!

Foie gras!

Pierre was stunned by Zhou Pengfei's murderous eyes, shivered instantly, and suddenly woke up from a state of bewilderment.

Hey?

Didn't I let that kid taste that foie gras?

Why did you suddenly pull up the question of the Primary School Olympiad?

Isn't this scientific?

Thinking of this, Monsieur Pierre was furious.

Nima, I've been taken into the ditch by this kid again!

"Wrong!"

Ma Xiaozhen waved his hand, looking at Pierre's angry look, he already knew it in his heart: "The biggest problem with the French foie gras you made lies in the three math problems just now." ”

Is the problem with these three math problems?

The melon-eating crowd at the scene gasped together, they had just experienced Ma Xiaozhen's baptism of various flickering, and heard Ma Xiaozhen perfectly associate Basil's flaming spinach bacon salad with hemorrhoids, and skillfully integrate Powers's Bordeaux lamprey and mahjong......

Everyone spontaneously had a sense of expectation for Ma Xiaozhen.

Flicker, you flicker!

Ma Xiaozhen showed a confident smile and spoke.

"As I said earlier, Monsieur Pierre is a three-Michelin-starred chef with a masterful blend of foie gras, which melts in your mouth like a gorgeous silk on the tip of your tongue. As far as the technique is concerned, it can be said that there is no flaw at all, and it can be called flawless!"

"However, 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'!"

No heart?

Pierre was stunned.

"That's right. ”

Ma Xiaozhen continued, his gaze seemed to reveal a kind of penetrating wisdom.

"Today, when you're making this foie gras, you casually glance at the sink in the kitchen. You think of your son's Olympiad problem of draining and filling the pool, and you suddenly get distracted. ”

"You've done this foie gras a thousand times, and you know every step and every step by heart, and you won't make the slightest mistake in terms of technique, even with your eyes closed. Even if your mind wanders, the muscle memory that your body has formed over a long period of time still ensures that every step of your foie gras process is not flawed. ”

"But, because you've cooked it a thousand times, you've lost the most unpretentious passion for this foie gras, in other words, it's a heartless creation. ”

"A work without a heart, no matter how perfect the technique is......" Ma Xiaozhen shook his head, with a hint of regret in his eyes: "It is a failure to never reach the supreme realm of 'kitchen road'." ”

"No heart...... Kitchen ......"

Monsieur Pierre muttered to himself.

Ma Xiaozhen took two steps and patted Pierre on the shoulder kindly.

"The true meaning of the kitchen is the heart that pays for others. ”

Pierre trembled, as if he was drinking on the head, and he was empowered.

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.

Am I still me?

Pierre closed his eyes, his eyes moistened.

This time, the tears were full of remorse, but also with relief, with abrupt ......

Pierre finally came to his senses.

Yes, I'm still me.

As long as I get that fiery heart back, I'm still me.

Pierre opened his eyes, with an unprecedented purity in his gaze, and his gaze fell directly on Ma Xiaozhen.

"There is a saying in the country of Great Xia, called Chaowendao, you can die at night. Pierre's gaze was clear: "Your Excellency, I have been taught, you are right, you are the real god of food." ”

"Nope. ”

Ma Xiaozhen shook his head, and he instantly remembered a famous line.

"Actually, there is no god of food at all, or rather, everyone is a god of food. Ma Xiaozhen said softly: "As long as you put your heart into it, everyone is a god of food." ”

As long as you put your heart into it, everyone is a god of food.

Chen Moyao secretly glanced at Ma Xiaozhen's solemn side face, she was also silently savoring this sentence, and a strong impulse suddenly appeared in her heart.

I really want to cook a dish for the man in front of me.

Inexplicably, her face turned red, and Chen Moyao lowered her head.

The audience was silent and silent.

Everyone is savoring this sentence in their hearts, and they all want to use their "heart" to cook a dish for their loved ones.

"Bang Bang Bang-"

A burst of applause broke the silence.

It's Zhou Pengfei.

"It's very enjoyable to copy the lines of the God of Food. Zhou Pengfei applauded elegantly: "As long as you put your heart into it, everyone is a god of food!" ”

The eyes of the audience fell on Zhou Pengfei.

Zhou Pengfei patted Pierre on the shoulder and said with a smile.

"Monsieur Pierre, don't let him fool you. His nonsense is just a line from a movie. ”

"Lines from the movie?"

Pierre was stunned.

"That's right!" Zhou Pengfei nodded affirmatively: "As far as I know, this Mr. Ma Xiaozhen is just a friend who is engaged in mobile phone film in the Chengdong resettlement community. ”

"Maybe he learned a little bit of fortune-telling while setting up his stall, guessed your recent troubles, and connected them with your cooking steps, but he just fooled you over. ”

"Flickering?"

Pierre's eyes narrowed.

"That's right, just a god. ”

Zhou Pengfei nodded: "If you want to say that it is the god of food, it is simply laughing to death." ”