MTL - Alien Snack Bar-Chapter 23 Food makes people happy

The diners came to the shabu-shabu to look at it, but no one started.

It is not only that I feel that I have cooked a lot of visceral nausea, but I don’t know how to start it. It is not distressed by the two pennies.

Qin Fei probably guessed the attitude of the diners, and he was not in a hurry. He asked Chu to know: "Isn't you hungry? Let's eat two bowls of rice. Let's eat first."

Chu Cub will go to the rice, Qin Fei will take out two empty bowls, put a spoonful of garlic, a small bowl of sesame oil, add some old vinegar.

No need to add other spices, this is the most authentic taste dish with water, after all, there is a taste in the hot pot.

Qin Fei grabbed a bamboo stick and took out a bunch of beef.

The beef slices are full of bright red, wrapped in red and bright soup. Qin Fei uses chopsticks as a folder. Once again, the beef slips from the bamboo stick and falls into the taste dish.

After the scent of sesame oil, vinegar and garlic, the taste of the beef slices was maximally sublimated, and Qin Fei picked it up and put it in the mouth.

One bite, the beef slices are soft and not rotten, the fragrant slicks are smooth, and there are many flavors. The first bite is spicy, the second bite is lo mei, and the third bit is garlic.

These flavors are intertwined and play the most beautiful movements.

At the same time, a piece of white rice was shaved, and the taste of the beef in the mouth was wiped out and sent to the stomach.

"You also try." Qin Fei gave Chu You a bunch of beef.

The little girl has a kind of learning, picking up a piece of beef from the dish and putting it in the mouth.

Suddenly, she felt a lightning bolt on her tongue, went straight to the hundred meetings, and then swooped into the spring.

This kind of tossing, I only feel that my body is crisp, the little girl's legs are very tight, my eyes are blurred: "Beef slices are delicious!"

As a chef, what he did can be recognized and praised. Qin Fei is naturally happy. He found a bunch of hairy belly for the little girl: "Try this again, don't eat it and get old."

Although the food cooked in the shabu-shabu tastes good, the little girl has some instinct for the ingredients such as internal organs.

If you don't eat it yourself, isn't it the signature of the boss of Qin?

In order to support Qin Fei, the little girl bit her scalp and took a bite.

With a bang, the crispness of the hairy belly is activated, its tender meat thorns, constantly stroking the taste buds, this is an experience that has never been seen before.

The little girl's eyes are shining, as if opening the door to the new world.

In this way, Qin Fei and Chu Youxi both smashed the string while enjoying the rice and enjoying it. They did not care about the diners' eyes.

"It turned out to be so delicious."

"It seems that the taste is quite good."

"Qin boss, I am coming to a string."

The diners saw that the two had nothing to eat and they had to pay for a bunch.

The skewers in the red soup are not hot, but the stalks in the broth are light and savory. All kinds of ingredients, no matter how expensive, can be perfectly reflected in this clear turbidity.

The original diners also reminiscent of the shock of the Buddha's jumping wall, which can be baptized by the hot pot. The Buddha jump wall has long forgotten.

Even the cooking competition has left behind, and the diners have a small horse, and they have a bowl of white rice, a string of rice, a meal, and a delicious meal.

Ding Wuwei’s self-satisfied look, as the diners passed, became somewhat unsettled, shouting a scorpion: “There are many Buddha jump walls, and you can taste the second bowl for free!”

A few diners came back from the shabu-shabu and picked up a bowl of Buddha jumping wall into the mouth. They slammed the mouth and ran to Qin Fei.

Even if you have not yet reached the voting stage, the outcome is already divided.

Ding Wuwei's face is dark and angry: "Idiot, the Buddha jumped the wall and was ruined by you. A group of dregs, squatting, don't know how to appreciate real food, and treat pig food as delicious."

“Real food, only the best materials, plus the best chefs, every piece of food is devoted to all the efforts, this is a qualified food!”

And no matter if anyone listens, Ding Wuwei is a one-person speaker there.

Qin Fei couldn’t listen to it. He took a bunch of red and bright fat intestines to Ding Wuwei: "Do you taste?"

"Oh, I am accepting the top training of the Lanxiang Culinary Institute. Whether it is cooking skills or eating etiquette, it is a high level, and you will eat such filthy things..."

Ding Wuwei’s words were not finished, Qin Fei had stuffed the fat sausage into his mouth, and Ding Wuwei’s long story came to an abrupt end, only to squint at the fat intestines—

Five or six years ago, Ding Wuwei was only an elementary schooler in Lin Ji, because he had a black pot and was taken into the dark house by Master. He was not allowed to eat for three days.

Xiao Shimei secretly made some food to send, those are the kitchen's unwanted scraps, patchwork, no rules.

Ding Wuwei only thinks that the dish is the most delicious thing in the world!

The fat intestines cooked by Qin Fei are simple and extraordinary, and they are exactly the same as the craftsmanship of the younger sisters.

"There are four seasons in the world, and it is raining all night. Is it because the spring is warm and the day is bright, can you deny the whiteness of winter and the tranquility of the night?"

Qin Fei continued to comment: "The same is true for food. There is a need for finely crafted food, and some foods don't need to be polished much, but these are all part of the human recipe, carrying the joys and sorrows of everyone."

Ding Wuwei chewed the fat intestine cooked by Qin Fei, listening to these words, burst into tears.

Over the years, he was blinded by hatred and practiced hard, but he completely ignored the true meaning of food.

There is no high or low food, and its value is only to make people happy.

Even if the cooking of Ding Wuwei is at its peak, it never feels happy.

He swallowed the food in his mouth and looked a little sullen: "It is losing."

Not only lost in the artistic conception, but also lost in the cooking, Qin Fei can make the most ordinary ingredients into food, so that thousands of people get happiness, Ding Wuwei lost to be convinced.

Ding Wuwei handed over the title of the four restaurants, and then stretched his face: "You tear it."

Qin Fei said that after winning, he would tear his mouth~www.novelbuddy.com~ but the gambling saw the character, this person was saved, Qin Fei patted his face: "I hope you can do it yourself."

In this regard, Qin Fei defeated the Buddha jump wall with a small hot pot string, which can be said to be four or two.

The diners are elated and feel that there is light on the surface: "I said that we can't pick up the talents in Yunjiang County?"

“The taste of the Buddha’s wall is good, but it’s not a bunch of fun.”

"Qin boss won, please eat string?"

Qin Fei is not screaming: "Two articles and one string, Xiao Yan, you remember, who owes a penny to the dead."

The shopkeepers of the four restaurants nodded in front of each other, and they had a flattering speech: "The boss of Qin is young and promising. It is really a model of my generation, the deed of the landlord..."

"Three hundred and two." The house of this era is worthless. Qin Feiyu is not interested in his hand, but he does not want to go back in vain.

Several shopkeepers turned black and wanted to say a few words. Unexpectedly, one of them was savvy, and immediately shot 1,200 silver tickets: "I bought them."

"You!" The shopkeepers panicked, and quickly saved money, and each family bought the land deeds of each family.

After such an episode, Beimen Road has resumed its liveliness. The outside bartries have become famous for their popularity. The popularity is unprecedented. Even if there is no seat, it is good to smell a scent.

The previously cooked string was quickly sold out, and Qin Fei re-opened the stove and cooked while eating.

Someone had eaten a string of strings and asked with emotion: "I really don't know how Qin boss came up with this way of eating. Is it possible to get any hot pot under any ingredients?"

Qin Fei nodded: "In principle."

At this point, a black cat slammed a sweet potato and prepared to throw it into the hot pot.

Qin Fei smashed it over: "Except this."