Chapter 1607 (2/2)

The four people are serious about learning cooking. They don't want to eat. That's right. At least they think so.

When Zhou Jia came to the four people with a tray, she found that silicone bowls of different colors were placed in front of them.

Row by row, red fruit. Zhou Jia took care and unconsciously remembered this sentence. The picture of four middle-aged men who add up to 200 years old sitting in their seats waiting for food.

Deep fried dough sticks make complaints about the beauty of the picture. Zhou Jia said he was a little afraid to think. He had been able to hold his desire for Tucao by virtue of his excellent occupation skills in Yuanzhou shop. His expression was calm and the soybean milk and fried bread sticks of four people were placed before them.

”Your meals for four are ready. Please take your time.” Zhou Jia finished, put away the tray and went to work again.

”Thank you.” Hao Cheng thanked them in unison, then looked down at the meal in front of him.

Among them, Hao Cheng, without any trace, took a sip of the bean flavor emitted by the soybean milk in front of him carefully, and then seriously said, ”let's share our own soybean milk.”

First of all, he picked up the bowl and poured the hot soybean milk in his bowl to the person on the side.

Hao Cheng ordered hot soymilk, Liu Li, the fat man on the side, ordered ice soymilk, then Wang Qiang ordered hot soymilk, and young Huang Fei ordered ice soymilk.

The four people will think about it at o'clock, so that the four people can rotate around and get the same soybean milk.

The portable silicone bowl is not big. The bottom is only the size of a girl's palm, the height is only half the palm height, and the diameter is only 10 cm. Such a bowl is really small.

Even if make complaints about the dishes of Yuanzhou shop, the soybean milk can actually be filled with two and a half bowls.

However, Hao Cheng and the other four only poured half a bowl of soymilk to each other, and the amount of soymilk they poured was surprisingly consistent.

”You don't have to divide the fried dough sticks. I think everyone's is the same.” Liu Lidao.

”Well, then don't divide the fried dough sticks for the time being. Let's start eating.” Hao Cheng nodded.

”Eat, eat.” Wang Qiangdao.

Huang Fei is the youngest of the four. He has the fastest hand speed. He just picked up the bowl and began to drink.

Huang Fei was born into a culinary family. Although his ancestors had never been a royal chef, he has always been a cook in the family of Lianghuai salt merchants. It can be imagined that he has a family origin.

When he first heard about Yuanzhou, Huang Fei didn't say it on his face, but he was unconvinced. He is only 34 this year, but he is a famous chef in Huaiyang cuisine, whether in cooking, knife work or overall chef attainments. It's not too much to say genius.

However, with his master, that is, his father, the older generation around him respected Yuanzhou, and even when some people called Yuanzhou's cooking more than himself, Huang Fei began to pay attention to Yuanzhou and even regarded him as an opponent.

But before he could find the opportunity to challenge Yuanzhou, Huang Fei came to Yuanzhou personal cooking exhibition, shocked the whole Southeast Asia and got the news of the highest score in the history of personal cooking exhibition.

Can't provoke, can't provoke, Huang Fei's first feeling in his heart.

At that time, Huang Fei specially looked for videos to see the performance of Yuanzhou's personal cooking exhibition. Even from the most critical point of view, Huang Fei could only find out that Yuanzhou didn't wear chef clothes, but Han clothes.

Good is good. Even if you have an opinion on Yuanzhou, you have to admit this.

Moreover, after becoming famous in Yuanzhou, he dressed in Hanfu to cook, and even became a personal label of Yuanzhou.

Indeed, as long as their skills are solid, even if they are insufficient, they will become the craftsman style that the world likes to talk about.

Under such circumstances, when Huang Fei heard about Hao Cheng's plan, he followed without hesitation.

”I want to see how this bowl of ordinary soybean milk can change in chef yuan's hand.” Huang Fei drank a mouthful of soybean milk in such a mood.

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