If Teacher Guo’s throwing balls are compared to a young girl who has not yet fully grown, Zhou Dong’s throwing balls are a beautiful beauty who is fascinating and is not on the same level at all.

Zhou Dong's meatballs are not only more popping, but are also essentially different from Guo Qigang's meatballs. Although Guo Qigang's meatballs have forced a lot of fat and have a perfect combination of fat and lean meat, they still feel fat, which is a bit of a flaw.

Zhou Dong's meatballs will not taste the taste of fat at all. They only retain the plump and thick fragrance that fat meat can have. They not only enjoy the wonderful taste of pork belly, but also don't feel like they have eaten the annoying fat meat!

This is the girls’ favorite, Cheng Yuqi said first: "I think the meatballs made by Xiaochu Zhou are delicious. Teacher Guo, you lost."

Teacher He and Mr. Huang and others also nodded. The fight was indeed not unexpected, and Guo Qigang lost.

Guo Qigang stretched out his chopsticks and completely picked Zhou Dong's throwing balls. He looked carefully at the cross section of the balls and sighed: "Brother Zhou is amazing... I have been making throwing balls for more than ten years, and I have only achieved weight in weight and weight in thinness. But you have truly achieved "fat and thinness in one". With this alone, I lost in my technique.

But I have a question and I want to ask Brother Zhou, I hope you can give me some advice."

Everyone was stunned when they heard this. Teacher Yu, who was the most familiar with Lao Guo, and Xiao Yueyue, looked at him with incredible eyes.

Since becoming famous, Lao Guo has been arrogant and crazy in character, and always likes to make fun of others. It is rare to speak seriously like this, and everyone feels very uncomfortable.

Zhou Dong nodded: "Teacher Guo, please tell me, I dare not take it as a gift, let's communicate together."

Fengqi Mountain is really his treasure land. The Mushroom House is more like a pure land on this treasure land. Zhou Dong occasionally gets sick elsewhere, but he feels calm and his emotional intelligence is rising.

"Brother Zhou, your method of throwing meatballs is better than mine, and there is nothing to say about this; what I can't figure out is that the taste of throwing meatballs you made is more than two points higher than mine. Eliminating the gap caused by the technique makes me feel that we use different meats..."

Guo Qigang said with a puzzled look: "But I know that the meat is the same pork belly, or I pickle it myself. It is absolutely impossible to have such a big gap? This is so strange. Brother Zhou, how did you do it?"

When the expert Guo Qigang reminded him, everyone immediately understood.

The meatballs made by Zhou Dong are so delicious. Just now, they all eat ginseng fruits like Zhu Bajie. They didn’t taste it carefully and couldn’t tell a reason. Anyway, I feel that Zhou Dong’s meatballs are better than those made by Teacher Guo!

Looking back now, Zhou Dong's meatballs not only have a great taste, but also have a mellow and neutral fragrance that Guo's meatballs are not included. Teacher Guo is right. Even if you have good methods, the meat is the same meat, and marinating is the same method. Why can there be such a big gap?

Zhou Dong smiled, as if using the perfect vegetable washing skills was a bit bullying. Fortunately, he had already figured out the explanation, but he would not be asked.

"Teacher Guo was once a diligent person. Don't you know the truth about 'a hundred people and a hundred flavors'?

Even if it is the same ingredients, the same seasonings, and the same kitchen utensils, one hundred chefs can make a hundred flavors; this is the most mysterious thing about our Chinese cuisine, which is something that foreign chefs who only know how to cook according to the recipes cannot understand."

“It’s really…”

Guo Qigang tilted his head and thought for a while, laughed and said, "I really asked a stupid question. Brother Zhou, I lost to you when I threw the meatballs. I was convinced. After this first fight, I was temporarily behind..."

"You wait first." Teacher Yu glared at him and said, "What is the first betting? You are still temporarily behind. Are you going to be a rogue?"

"What does it mean to be a scoundrel? It's so ugly!"

Guo Qigang laughed and said, "I just said that I was fighting, but I didn't say that I just competed with one game, right? Two wins in three games, this is the Chinese rule..."

"Take you down, your family has set rules. Is this? Don't say you know me in the future, it's embarrassing!"

Teacher Yu looked disdainful. Old Guo thought he was on stage, so he could do nothing and say anything. He was not afraid of jokes.

"I'm saying this, if I don't know you, everyone will believe it? So if you want to embarrass you, let's throw it away together."

Guo Qigang smiled and said, "Besides, I'm not afraid of embarrassment. 'A gentleman is virtuous and is good at learning first'. Finally, I'll meet a high-quality chef like Brother Zhou. Even if I have a shameless attitude, I want to compete with each other. Lao Yu, you say that there are more people who joke about me, but still admire me? I'm looking for opportunities to learn from Brother Zhou! Is there anything wrong with being good at learning?"

Oh, can you really tell me?

Even Zhou Dong is quite stupid, let alone, Lao Guo’s talk about this seems to make sense; if someone doesn’t want to fight for food, just to find opportunities to study, who would joke about such a studious person?

"Okay, Teacher Guo said that if you want to win two games in three games, you can win two games in three games. What do you want to do next?"

Zhou Dong nodded, agreeing.

"Just just now, Lao Huang said he wanted to make fried rice for everyone to be a staple food. So, I will compete with Brother Zhou in this game.

Brother Zhou, this fried rice is not simple. I have researched it. If you are not careful, you will lose."

Old Guo looked at Teacher Yu with a smile. Teacher Yu was stunned and nodded slightly to him.

"Egg fried rice?"

Zhou Dong smiled and said, Lao Guo was playing the ironclad. Since he sang the egg fried rice at the celebration meeting that day, he has been thinking about it. Not only did he eat all kinds of fried rice from various major cuisines in Jiuzhou Dingshi, but he also studied it carefully in the kitchen of Cailuo. It would be fine to compare other things, are you looking for death compared to this?

"Yes, it's fried rice with eggs, and what I want to make is the legendary - 'Golden Egg Fried Rice!'"

Guo Qigang stretched out his fingers and put on a winning posture: "Every grain of rice must be separated, and each grain must be wrapped in an egg! Everyone, I have kept my stomach and wait for me! The golden egg fried rice I made can really shine!"

"Hahaha!"

Cheng Yuqi really couldn't bear it anymore. He laughed and said, "Oh, it's so ridiculous. You guys are so bragging to death, and you still shine? You are so young master who is watching too much? Hahahaha..."

Guo Qi was depressed when he heard this. He couldn't talk much to the people of Sichuan Province in the future. It would be too advantageous to speak "I'm a little boy"; you can't be angry yet. A beautiful girl called herself "I'm a boy" in front of you, that's cute!

Zhou Dong glanced at Guo Qigang and said, "I really didn't expect that Teacher Guo also has this skill. Yuqi, you don't have to laugh. If it's really golden egg fried rice, it can shine. This is not an exaggeration."

Guo Xu just raised his thumbs up: "Brother Zhou is indeed an expert."

"I haven't finished speaking yet."

Zhou Dong said lightly: "Golden egg fried rice is actually just a second-rate thing. Teacher Guo, do you think it can beat me with it?"

Guo Qigang tilted his head: "Brother Zhou, if you say this, I have to fight.

Is golden egg fried rice second-rate? Well, let’s let everyone judge it in the future!”

Zhou Dong nodded: "Yes, but Teacher Guo, you will still lose..."
Chapter completed!