When the soup spilled out, Fan smelled the aroma of caviar up close, and faintly discovered the difference between his own large piece of braised pork and the soup made of caviar.

Fan's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly returned to the back kitchen.

As soon as I entered the back kitchen, I was angry by the scene in front of me.

I saw the men under him.

Including the big chef, there is one that counts as one.

They were all drinking soup.

Usually entertain guests, and the rest of the delicious food, these people in the kitchen will share a share.

There was obviously still braised pork left today, but the meat was put aside, and no one moved.

Several apprentices of the great chef all held a small bowl of soup and drank it with a slurp.

While drinking, he laughed silly.

"It's delicious, it's delicious, why should I say such expensive caviar, who eats who is an idiot? I think I'd rather be an idiot and want to drink this soup every day, hehehe......"

After the soup was dried up in one bite, several apprentices put the bowl under the nose of their master.

Look pitifully.

The chef looked back at the pot, said with a dark face: "There is not much, I don't have enough to drink, it was originally the bottom of the pot left after serving it to the guests, you have enough, hurry up and go to work!" ”

The apprentices didn't listen, but they still looked pitiful, and their lips trembled pitifully.

So, the relenting chef picked up the spoon.

The apprentices' eyes lit up suddenly.

The big chef scooped up the soup.

The chef scooped out a spoonful of soup and divided it equally among the apprentices.

The caviar soup that the chef gave to a few apprentices was not enough to drink in one gulp.

The apprentices immediately rebelled.

"Master! If you don't bring this, we usually honor you so much, but now why don't you even give us the soup left by the guests! ”

The chef scooped all the remaining soup from the pot into his own bowl.

Hold the bowl.

Hold the bowl tightly.

It was a very cherished look.

It's like an old monk holding his beloved little wooden fish.

"It's gone, it's really gone, you don't like to drink it, don't drink it for Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu himself is not enough to drink!"

"A group of unfilial dog calves, because I usually love you so much, I feed you one by one with a big face and a thick neck."

The saying that the people take food as the sky is really famous.

For a mouthful of soup, the chef fought several apprentices by himself, and he was really a treasure knife and refused to obey.

It's a pity that the chef was wary of the apprentices, but he didn't watch out for Fan Yi.

Fan stretched out his hand coldly and took the bowl from the chef's hand.

"Who the fuck ......"

As soon as the chef looked up, he saw Fan drinking the caviar soup in the bowl.

The same mouthful of dry, clean and clean.

The big chef's heart hurt, his mouth twitched, and he said sadly: "It turned out to be Fan ...... Same as the manager. ”

Who the fuck is a "rice bucket"?

Fan returned the bowl to the chef with a cold face.

He had to admit that the taste of this caviar soup was amazing.

In fact, it is not uncommon for them to drink soup in this place, and they do not have such a habit.

But the people who make the sauce, make this bowl of miso soup.

It turned out to be a miracle.

"Is there any caviar left?" Fan asked.

The chef wondered if he could pour hot water into the bowl and maybe get some taste out of it.

Fan Tong had to raise his voice and ask again: "Is there any caviar left?" ”

Only then did the chef come back to his senses and point to the corner in ecstasy.

"By the way, where there is sauce, there is soup!"

Fan was equally ecstatic.

To be precise, all those who have tasted this good taste are ecstatic.

Caviar! Caviar! Caviar!

When all eyes look past.

Two rats were found crawling out of the jar containing caviar......

"Hiccup!"

The rat burps and is half angry!