Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 1151 It doesn't taste good

"It's impossible. Let's go outside the wall to see now. Brother Song, you can't lie to us? Knowing that you are a good cook, it is impossible to see people through the wall." Chen Ming immediately ran to the gate, and blindly typed on his mobile phone, asking The men arranged passers-by by the wall.

"Excuse me, which chef did you hire? What kind of dish did you cook? Why is it so delicious?"

As soon as he reached the gate, Chen Ming was stopped by two thin old men.

These are two very rich old men, dressed very unusually.

"Who are you?" Chen Ming asked.

"My name is Zhou Yingjie." The old man was holding an antique pipe. The briar wood was fed with beautiful patterns, and the jade pipe was as moist as moonlight. It was very valuable at first glance.

"Old man Liu Chuxun." Old man Liu is the thinnest. His thinness is different from other people. He is thin. He looks 70 to [-] years old, but his figure is tall and straight, like a pine. Usually, a folding fan is shaking in the hand.

The folding fan is the fan bone of Xiangfei bamboo, and the inscription is Tang Yin's seal.

Even if you have money, you may not be able to buy Tang Bohu's fans.

Chen Ming immediately mentioned being [-]% careful: "It's a group of our friends having a dinner together, and it's like a Buddha jumping over the wall. I don't know what advice the two seniors have?"

As soon as the words "Buddha Tiaoqiang" came out, Zhou Yingjie stopped smoking, and Liu Chuxun stopped fanning himself.

"Is it really Buddha jumping over the wall?" The two of them stared at Chen Ming, as if they were afraid that he would run away.

Chen Ming was even more excited: "The two old men have eaten authentic Buddha Jumping Over the Wall? Smell the aroma, how do you think it tastes?"

"Incomparable fragrance, deep aftertaste, very good!"

"Do you think it's good? Please come in, two seniors!" Chen Ming wished he could grab one with each hand and run to the courtyard.

"Brother Song, come out and have a look, the Buddha didn't jump over the wall, I found two old diners, they just came here by smell!"

The sound is loud, as if carrying a big horn at the entrance of the village.

Yang Song and everyone were surprised.

Chen Ming has already brought people to appear: "It's these two, they didn't jump over the wall, they found it from the gate."

Zhou Yingjie and Liu Chuxun were a little surprised. The two of them have lived for so many years. What kind of characters haven't they seen?

I have never met Chen Ming like this before.

At first, the two old men thought they had accidentally entered a bandit den or a pyramid scheme.

Yang Song pulled Chen Ming back, and said politely: "I'm sorry two old gentlemen, my friend is too keen on eating, and I ate too much today."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but give Chen Dahai and his wife an apologetic smile.

"Mr. Zhou, Mr. Liu, why are you here? Do you live here too?" Chen Dahai completely forgot the decency and reserve he should possess as the richest man in Los Angeles. Don't be surprised, you two, my unlucky son has eaten too much, and his brain has been eaten away by him."

Dislike his son, Chen Dahai is a professional.

"It's Xiao Chen. I haven't seen you two for a long time. Don't always say that the child is not."

"That's right, this kid is pretty good, with a good heart!"

Chen Dahai immediately climbed up the pole: "Your elders are right, Xiao Ming hurried over to meet Grandpa Zhou and Grandpa Liu. When you were young, the two grandpas even gave you red envelopes."

It's as if Mr. Chen is short of red envelopes.

"Grandpa Zhou, hello Grandpa Liu!" Chen Ming was so obedient.

Yang Song was sure that these two old men were at least the seniors of Senior Chen Dahai.

"It's all good." The two old men changed the subject, staring at the ceramic pot on the table: "Is this the Buddha Jumping Over the Wall?"

"A failed product cannot be regarded as Buddha's jumping over the wall." As soon as Yang Song finished speaking, the whole table was full of people who were aggrieved for Buddha's jumping over the wall.

"Brother Song, you are too cruel. It is already too much to say that people have bad taste, and now you don't even give them names."

"No, Brother Song, it's really Buddha Jumping Over the Wall."

"These two old men are attracted by the scent?"

The essence of Buddha jumping over the wall is to put all kinds of ingredients together and stew them over a low fire.

"Buddha jumps over the wall only when it's delicious. If it's not tasty, it's just stewed." Yang Song blacked out his own dishes, ruthless.

Zhou Yingjie and Liu Chuxun took a deep breath, seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

"Can we have a taste?"

Whether it is worthy of being called Buddha jumping over the wall can not only be heard, but should be sent to the mouth, inspected by the tongue, and judged by the stomach and internal organs.

The big shots, or two big shots, and even older big shots like beating up old-timers, offered to try it, which seemed like it shouldn't be refused.

What's more, they invited the old man in.

Chen Minggang was going to say that Buddha Jumping Over the Wall is gone.

But Yang Song said: "There is only one copy left. If you two want to try it, you can only feel wronged."

"No grievance, no grievance, it was because we came to the door suddenly."

"Where is that one? Please bring it!"

"Okay, come right now!"

When Yang Song turned to walk away, he deliberately didn't look at the aggrieved eyes of Chen Ming and Meng Shijia.

Chen Ming regretted it, why did he believe that Brother Song told him that there would be no Buddha Jumping over the Wall, so there really is no more?

He should go to the kitchen to make sure.

The last cup of Buddha jumping over the wall was sent to Zhou and Liu.

"The porcelain jar is sealed and the outer wall is warm, very good."

Hold it in the palm of your hand and weigh it: "It is calm and without water waves, and the material is heavy and does not disperse. It is very good."

Open the cotton cloth seal, and the aroma soars into the sky.

It is fragrant and tangy, not greasy or greasy.

"Smell the fragrance, it really has all the flavors in one, the pigeon eggs are very complete, the fire is well controlled, you have to taste the taste."

The two old men each take a spoon, you take a bite and I take a bite.

When you meet a sea cucumber with only one, it is fair to divide it into two.

The movements are extremely skilled, and there is no lack of cooperation at a glance.

The speed of the spoon is very fast, and it is delicious.

"They didn't fight!"

Others are surprised.

Chen Ming and Meng Shijia, Li Ke and Li Qingti are all good friends, but if they share a cup of Buddha Jumping Wall together, they will definitely not be able to resist stealing.

Fighting is inevitable.

"We can put a knife in both sides of the brother, and we can also draw a knife for the one who eats."

This is the experience summed up by countless people after eating in Baifeng Pavilion.

It is also the touchstone of countless lovers.

Those who can leave their last steamed dumplings, last meatballs, and last skewers of barbecue to each other are true love.

Zhou Yingjie and Liu Chuxun finished the last portion of Buddha Jumping Wall very fairly.

No one spoke, and suddenly put both hands on the table, closed their eyes and meditated.

"What are these two doing? Competing for internal strength?"

"Are you still practicing some kind of kung fu? Brother Song's Buddha Jumping Over the Wall is a magic elixir that promotes their kung fu."

"It's also possible that the gods from the sky came down to the earth to test Brother Song's cooking skills. If they pass, they will take Brother Song back."

"Everything is possible!"

Yang Song really admired the wild imagination of their group.

"Stop arguing, they're just reminiscing."

(End of this chapter)