Chapter 79： A blade of grass is worth one hundred thousand (1/2)

He wanted to see if a high school student could turn the tide.

As a top chef with a cooking level of LV4, my ability will scare you away.

Qin Luo picked up the knife and fork and slowly cut it open, then picked up one of them and took a bite.

Song Qiaodong's gaze swept across Qin Luo's face, and the sneer on his face grew stronger when he saw that his expression remained the same.

”Pretend to be.”

The taste buds stimulated by the seasoning, and the fragrance of the food overflowed in Qin Luo's mouth.

At this moment, he was completely immersed in the feast of taste.

Onions, ginger, garlic, eggs, oil consumption...

The name of a variety of ingredients appeared in Qin Luo's mind like a slideshow.

What only puzzled Qin Luo was that these were just the most common ingredients, well-known ingredients, and they could never become secret recipes.

There should be something else, Qin Luo once again picked up a piece of meatball and put it in his mouth.

Suddenly the name of the Chinese medicine blindly appeared in Qin Luo's mind! Licorice!

No wonder there is a sweetness in the **** that is different from sugar. It turns out to be licorice!

One minute……

Two minutes...

five minutes……

Qin Luo is still immersed in the feast of taste.

He had never seen Feng Huadong's face getting darker and darker, nor had he seen the unbridled smile on Song Qiaodong's face.

Just when both of them were about to erupt, Qin Luo suddenly opened his eyes.

”Finish!”

Get it? Is it solved?

Haha, you know the reality.

Suddenly everyone's eyes focused on Qin Luo's body, curious and disdainful...

Qin Luo beckoned to the waiter behind him and smiled: ”Give this piece of paper to your boss.”

As he said, he took a pen and paper from his pocket and drew a blade of grass.

A blade of grass? This is the answer.

If it weren't for confirming that Qin Luo's mind was okay, Feng Huadong would even think that Qin Luo was mentally ill.

”Wait a minute.” The waiter simply responded and turned and left.

”Haha, classmates, you wouldn't think that drawing a blade of grass even solved the formula?” Song Qiaodong said with a sneer.

Maade, if you paint a grass, you can take away 100,000. His teacher is not a good teacher. He paints grass every day, painting a hundred, a thousand...It won't be long before he is richer than a certain cloud!