Chapter 142 (1/2)
He picked up some dead branches and got angry.
Pi Pi peel off, the fire like a younger sister, gently lick in the pork slices.
Only for a moment, the smell of meat, diffuse in the nose, and let your mouth, more than a liquid, and quietly swallow down.
How delicious!
”Would you like yogurt or pepper?” He did not wait for Ivy to answer, but said to himself, ”forget it, be a mandarin duck.”
The knife gently strokes, like a doctor for the patient to open surgery, the treatment of immortal greedy insects.
They split the pigs into two pieces.
Two sauces were in front of him, and ivy tried it gracefully.
Well, it's tender and juicy, fat but not greasy. Dip it in some sauce. Oh, is this paradise?
Cooking brings happiness to people.
The famous words of a small super chef
Ivey deeply believed.
He closed his eyes and felt a qualitative improvement in the level of food.
Because you don't have to look at the dirty smile in front of you.
He had a sudden insight:
”you didn't go to the competition because you were too ugly?”
”Lying trough!”
The knife on Wang mirror's hand trembled. He was hesitating whether to give the villain opposite to him a move of ”paoding Jiezhu”.
Finally, he explained:
”the kitchen King's struggle for hegemony is actually a religious ceremony - the selection of God of food.”
”There are many cult support organizations on the mainland, including the food God. However, cooking food is a matter of talent. I have talent, but... ”
”You don't have a face.”
”Damn it!” Wang mirror did not jump up this time, he looked very dejected, ”you said right.”
”I'm kidding.” Ivy felt very embarrassed. Mirror Wang, this wretched man comparable to Uncle Da, took it seriously.
”No, you're right. I don't look good. Appearance is also a key factor in influencing the customer experience. ”
”Are you kidding? Do diners have to see the chef for dinner?”
Ivy felt it was ridiculous.
”Of course not, but you probably don't know that food has a soul.” Wang Jingjing was very sad. ”The world has always been unfair. I love food so much, but because of this, I can't reach the summit and stand at the top.”
”Please, you don't know Han Cun's plastic surgery magician. If you care too much about the skin on your face, just change it. This is the magic world...”
Ivy looked at him like an idiot.
As a result, it was reflected back by Wang's mirror.
Being treated as an idiot by an idiot makes Ivy feel more uncomfortable.
”What's the matter?”
”It's nothing. It's not your fault.” the eyes on that wretched face were withdrawn. ”You didn't reach this state.”
Cosmetic surgery magic, only changes the appearance of things, but its essence still does not change, all of its own, has long been portrayed into the soul.
The fire of the soul is the standard of cooking. They can give dishes a distinctive brand.
After listening to Wang Jingjing's explanation for a long time, Ivy still made a fuss.
He knew it was not the way to learn. It's hard to hear more than one theory.
If you don't reach that level, it's useless for others to say anything. It's not your own.
He benefited a lot from the meal. But in his mind, the biggest harvest comes from the feeling of satisfaction and happiness.