Time passed, and the winter auction that Zhang Ang had been thinking about was getting closer and closer. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

On this day, a middle-aged strong man came to the door.

It was Master Master Lubçon, chef of the "Île d'Île" restaurant on the Champs-Élysées and vice president of the Paris Culinary Association.

"Ah, Master Leon, I'm coming to you this time. There is a good job to introduce to you, which is essential for you to make a name for yourself in Paris. Master Lubson said kindly.

"Ah, what kind of duke's masquerade, the marquis's daughter's birthday celebration, or something?" Zhang Ang was already familiar with Master Lubsong, and he was the most helpful, and often came to Zhang Ang to introduce the so-called good work.

"Oh, of course not, this time it's different, this time it's a big deal. There are several invited culinary masters alone, and everyone in the association who can go away has gone. Of course, with Li Ang's craftsmanship, you will definitely be able to shine at this banquet and become popular. Master Lubson persuaded.

"Oh, what kind of banquet is it, so many masters?" Zhang Ang was a little curious.

"Ah, Leon, you're not from Paris, you probably don't know, we in Paris, there is a big auction every quarter, and at the end of this month is the winter auction. There are countless dignitaries and dignitaries in the auction, and if your food is favored by them, are you afraid that there will be no business in the future?" said Master Lubsong with a smile.

"What does this auction have to do with us, can food also be auctioned?" Zhang Ang still didn't understand.

"You don't understand this, this auction is not an auction as soon as it comes up. It starts with a banquet to fill the stomachs of the big guys, and then sit down and auction it off. It will be held from morning to evening, divided into several stages, and between each stage there is a gap for everyone to rest and discuss, and we need to prepare three meals a day and snacks during this time. Master Lubson patiently explained.

But I have to participate in the auction myself, how can I have time to work in the back kitchen with you?" Zhang Ang said silently in his heart. But he said, "I'm sorry, I'm going to be very busy at the end of the month, I'm afraid I won't have time to take this job." ”

"Why don't you understand, do you know what the commission for each master is this time? a whole 1,000 gold francs! How much can you earn in this academy? You seem to have a lot of power now, the two canteens are at your disposal, and the little chefs below are all obedient, but what's the use of that? The money is all earned by the academy! With the little commission given by the academy, when will you be able to open a restaurant of your own? Master Leon, let me tell you, as long as you are willing to work hard, take on more work, and work more, with your skills, it is not difficult to have a restaurant of your own on the Champs-Élysées like me!" Master Lubsong spoke bitterly, and his face hated iron but not steel.

Zhang Ang felt speechless: Our pursuit is not the same at all.

But Master Lu Busong was kind after all, Zhang Ang couldn't bear to hit him, so he had to use the procrastination trick: "This, thank you for your kindness, please let me think about it for a while, and I will give you an answer as soon as possible." ”

"Then you should hurry up as soon as possible, this place is very sought-after, and I don't know how many little chefs want to grab it." Master Lubson urged again and again.

After careful discussion with Miss Sophie, Zhang Ang accepted the invitation of Master Lubson to cook food for the auction.

First, he is theoretically a dead man, and he can't participate in the auction without a noble title, and Miss Sophie is only an earl, without an independent private room, and she sits in the hall and participates in the auction with everyone, so she doesn't have the privilege of bringing her subordinates in.

Second, the Holy See in Paris will also send people to participate in this auction, although Zhang Ang does not think that any of them will recognize him, but it is better not to show up at the venue just in case.

"Anyway, as long as it's a martial arts cheat, the price is not too outrageous, help me shoot it, any martial arts, there is no limit, no matter how unpopular, no matter how difficult it is, you have to do it. Zhang Ang told Miss Sophie again and again.

"Okay, well, how many times have you said it, go ahead, don't worry, leave it to me. Miss Sophie couldn't laugh or cry.

Zhang Ang had no choice but to head to the Louvre with a group of competent cooks, who were asked to report a day in advance to prepare the ingredients and familiarize themselves with the venue.

As soon as he arrived at the gate of the Louvre, Zhang Ang saw a big scene: a snitch wrapped in black clothes, touched the wall of the Louvre by the night, and was pierced by a fiery red gun shadow that flew out, fell to the ground, did not know whether he was alive or dead, and then was dragged away by the guards.

When Zhang Ang and the others entered, they were also repeatedly checked, but fortunately, everyone was a serious person, and all of them were successfully released.

There were already many people in the kitchen, and one by one the masters and their disciples were helping the cooks to prep the ingredients, and they were busy with their work.

"Master Leon, could you please come over for a moment?" said Master Bernard, president of the Paris Culinary Association.

"Master Bernard, what's the matter?" Zhang Ang was puzzled.

"Do you have any emotions when you see this scene?" said Master Bernard, pointing to the busy chefs.

Zhang Ang looked around, everyone was busy, some were smoking meat pieces, some were boiling soup, and some were cutting something, everyone had something to do, and everyone was working meticulously.

"Everyone was busy and welcoming. Although he was puzzled, Zhang Ang still told the truth.

"Yes, everybody's busy at work. But I saw more than that, I saw the power of our chefs, the power of a unique one!" Master Bernard said impassionedly.

"Ah, what power?" Zhang Ang was still puzzled.

"Although I don't understand why you always stay in that academy and don't want to come out, and I don't understand why I rarely see you take the initiative to discuss problems with other masters, maybe compared to specializing in cooking, what swordsmanship and martial arts do you want to learn, but today, I want you to take a look, see the power that belongs only to our chefs, the martial arts that only belong to our chefs!" Master Bernard's momentum reached its peak.

Countless qi gushed out from him, countless ingredients flew up, and one after another stainless steel kitchen knives flew out, shuttling through the sky of ingredients, cutting them into countless regular pieces.

The flames in the furnace rose, and the scorching flames changed shape and color with the eruption of the internal force in Master Bernard's palm, and a huge meat chop was suspended in the fire out of thin air, constantly rotating and changing the direction of the grill.

This is the internal vapor form, this is the control of things out of thin air, this is the great master!

It was as if a door was slowly opening in front of Zhang Ang's eyes, and the strong wind completely blew away the boundless fog in front of him, allowing him to see the brand-new martial arts path that only belonged to him.