A bag of mustard lay quietly in the sight of everyone.

This bag of mustard is no different from the thousands of mustards that everyone has eaten, one by one squeezed together in a disorderly manner, and the yellow-orange-orange color is mixed with a hint of greenness, just like an old pearl and yellow dancing girl, which makes people look difficult to mention half of interest.

"That'...... What's that?"

"It seems to be mustard ......"

"Yes, it's still the kind of ...... that costs two dollars and five cents a pack."

The corners of the mouths of all the onlookers who ate melons twitched, and they all had a feeling as if they were out of their bodies.

Just now, Ma Xiaozhen coaxed all kinds of, claiming that he wanted everyone to see the supreme delicacy between heaven and earth.

Everyone is speculating, what a shocking dish is worthy of these eight words of "supreme delicacy between heaven and earth"?

Everyone quietly took out their mobile phones, ready to take pictures of this "supreme delicacy" and send it to Moments.

As a result, it turned out to be a packet of mustard......

A packet of mustard ......

Mustard......

Nima!

It's a delicious fart! Two dollars and five cents a pack, supermarkets are everywhere on the street!

The hearts of the onlookers all showed Ma Xiaozhen a contemptuous middle finger in unison.

"This ...... Is that what you call the supreme delicacy?"

Mr. Pierre, a French celebrity chef, also widened his eyes, looking at Ma Xiaozhen's mustard, and he also had an incredible expression.

"That's right!"

Ma Xiaozhen nodded solemnly, with a proud face: "Mustard is the intangible cultural heritage of the Great Xia Kingdom, as the first of the three major pickles in the world......!

"This package of mustard is fragrant and crispy, sweet and sour, and it is really a must-have instant noodle fried rice for home travel!

Onlookers: "......"

"Bang-"

Pierre slammed his hands on the table.

"You're insulting me!"

Pierre's face was already pale.

Just now, Ma Xiaozhen pointed out his team's food works several times, but they all hit the nail on the head, and said the true meaning of cooking, all of which touched his heart.

This time, seeing that Ma Xiaozhen was about to show his cooking skills, Pierre had already put away his arrogance, and did not dare to despise it in the slightest, and even held the idea of exchanging Eastern and Western cuisines and competing for strengths and weaknesses in his heart.

Unexpectedly, Ma Xiaozhen directly shot a bag of mustard, known as "the supreme delicacy between heaven and earth".

Pierre has always known that mustard is one of the three most famous pickles in the world, along with French pickles and German sweet and sour cabbage. However, pickled vegetables are pickled vegetables after all, although they can be called fresh, crispy and tender, but after all, they are pickled products, and the salt is heavy, which masks the other flavors of the ingredients.

It is for this reason that in the eyes of people like Pierre, a bag of mustard, no matter how well it is done, is not worth mentioning at all.

Moreover, Pierre could see clearly that the bag of mustard that Ma Xiaozhen took out still had the outer packaging of Fuling mustard. It's clear from which supermarket I bought it.

How dare mass-produced mustard be called "the supreme delicacy between heaven and earth"?

Joke!

This is a blatant insult!

Is there no one to deceive me?

Pierre was so angry that he couldn't speak, and his face turned from blue to white, and then from white to red, and his face was so red that he almost wanted to drip blood.

"Uh...... Mr. Pierre ......"

Looking at Pierre's sad and angry face, Ma Xiaozhen was very worried about whether he would have a heart attack and die on the spot, so he had to explain: "Although the appearance of this bag of mustard is a little frustrating, but as I said, it is indeed a supreme delicacy between heaven and earth......"

"Supremely delicious fart!" Pierre's brain was exposed: "Can you deceive people if I am poor at math?

"I really didn't lie to you......" Ma Xiaozhen was very helpless: "It's really delicious, why don't you taste it first?"

"I won't eat it!" Pierre roared frantically, "you want me to eat this, unless I die!"

"This ......"

Ma Xiaozhen was embarrassed.

He wanted to take out this bag of peerless mustard and kill the audience in seconds, but unexpectedly, the appearance of this packet of peerless mustard was so frustrating that Pierre felt a deep humiliation, and he refused to even taste it.

It seems that things are not going as smoothly as expected.

"Monsieur Pierre, I said it a long time ago. ”

Zhou Pengfei walked up to Pierre with an elegant and gentlemanly smile: "He's just pretending to be a ghost, and he doesn't know how to eat at all." ”

Zhou Pengfei's smug gaze swept over Ma Xiaozhen, and Shi Shiran said:

"Actually, your brain is not stupid, relying on some street fortune-telling tricks to fool a three-Michelin-starred chef like Mr. Pierre. ”

However, a person's cultivation, temperament, connotation, and value cannot be faked. Zhou Pengfei looked down at Ma Xiaozhen like a god: "Between people, there are differences. ”

"It's like these two dishes, mustard and foie gras. Although, they can all be considered a dish, and they can all be eaten. But their value is vastly different, and the value of my foie gras can buy hundreds of packs of your mustard. ”

"Between people, it's the same between dishes. Some people are born to eat foie gras, while others are only worthy of eating mustard. Zhou Pengfei forced Ma Xiaozhen to look at him, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"People are valuable because they are self-aware, what kind of person you are, what kind of food you only deserve. If you want to get involved in dishes that don't belong to you......" Zhou Pengfei's eyes swept over Chen Moyao intentionally or unintentionally, and suddenly sneered: "In the end, there will only be a chicken and a flying egg." ”

Zhou Pengfei's words, others are a little foggy, I don't know why.

But Chen Moyao and Ma Xiaozhen knew clearly in their hearts that Zhou Pengfei was using vegetables as a metaphor for the three of them. Sarcastically Ma Xiaozhen is like this bag of mustard, just a character who is indiscriminate. He Zhou Pengfei is this plate of French foie gras, born elegant and noble. And Chen Moyao is destined to be his Zhou Pengfei's dish and his Zhou Pengfei's bag.

Chen Moyao was furious in her heart, and she suddenly got up, and said coldly: "I'm sorry, I'm a human, not your dish!"

"Mo Yao, don't worry, sit. ”

Ma Xiaozhen slowly pulled Chen Moyao to sit down, and turned his head to Zhou Pengfei.

"That's right, you're right. Every dish, everyone will have their own value......" Ma Xiaozhen's face seemed to be smiling: "But this value is not ...... in appearance"

"It's like this bag of mustard, it looks unremarkable, but only after tasting it does people know that it's much more delicious than the foie gras. Its value is also much higher. ”

Ma Xiaozhen said as he picked up the knife and fork on the dining table in a low-key and pretending manner, cut off a small piece of mustard with the most elegant and gentlemanly movements, and sent it to Chen Moyao's mouth.

"Mo Yao, you taste. ”

Chen Moyao was stunned for a moment, a little unaware of what Ma Xiaozhen meant, but in line with his trust, he lightly opened his lips and ate the small piece of mustard.

The next moment.

Chen Moyao was stunned.