"President Guan, you are..."

This Xiangjiang Public Judge who was about to go to pick up silk ~ socks and milk tea was not a strange face, it was She Yulong from Lanfangyuan.

Although he did not participate in this Xiangjiang International Food Competition, as the head chef of Lanfangyuan~ brand milk tea and pastry chef, he still received an invitation from the public judge.

She Yulong was too lazy to come over the competition a few days ago. Today is different. He must try Zhou Dong's skills in person, otherwise he may suffer from insomnia.

As soon as Zhou Dong's silk ~ socks milk tea came out, the familiar fragrance made She Yulong's heart shocked. He felt that this Chinese noodles king was probably even better than himself, the number one milk tea chef in Xiangjiang.

She finally squeezed into the crowd, and saw that the last cup of tea was about to fall into her hands, She Yulong was very happy.

Suddenly, I saw Guan Dasheng blocking me, an old face turned slightly red, but my eyes were staring at the cup of milk tea. I sighed in my heart: "What kind of world is this? The president of the Xiangjiang Food Association actually came to grab my first pot of tea..."

The first pot of tea and first noodle soup have special significance for a real foodie.

The legendary deceased Chinese Noodle King once set up a stove in the Demon City, and the spring noodle king is unparalleled in the world.

At that time, a gourmet foodie who was fond of yummy noodles had to get up at 4:30 every day, call a rickshaw to go straight to his noodle shop, 365 days a year, regardless of wind and rain, and eat it just like a soup.

If someone snatches the soup from Yangchun noodles one day, the gourmet will be angry and not eat for a day, so as to remind himself that he must not be late again tomorrow!

Therefore, no matter how skillful the milk tea master is, the silk and sock milk tea he made must be the best choice for the head pot.

Because once this pot is used, even if it is cleaned with warm water, it will inevitably leave some tea and milky flavor, which cannot be completely dissipated without overnight.

The second pot of tea will inevitably be affected, so the old customers who can eat in Xiangjiang know to compete for the first pot every day.

Why can't the milk tea master get a few more pots?

No! Top milk tea masters like She Yulong all have their own teapots and kettles that they can use. If you change the pot, you will feel wrong. This is basically a kind of metaphysics.

This is the first time Zhou Dong made silk and milk tea today. In fact, it is not like She Yulong. It has an old pot that has been used for several years or even more than ten years.

However, due to habits, whether She Yulong or Guan Dasheng will subconsciously strive to make a pot of milk tea. If you drink two or three pots, will you still have the reserve and face of a gourmet?

"Are you She Yulong from Lanfang Garden?"

Guan Dasheng looked at him and said slowly: "Are you going to compete with me for this pot of milk tea?"

"I......"

She Yulong cursed in her stomach, "Old Dulong, you are not bullying people. You said you didn't drink Zhou Noodle King's milk tea, everyone heard it!

And it was clearly my hand that I extended first, and if you want to rob me, you rob me, why did I rob you? There is still fairness in this world!

But no matter how much she cursed, She Yulong knew that the person in front of her could not afford to provoke him, so he could only smile and said, "I dare not, since President Guan has spoken, this pot of tea is of course yours."

"Well, young people have a future."

Guan Dasheng nodded with satisfaction: "You'll be behind me. When two pots of tea come out, the first one will be yours.

Actually, what is the first pot and the second pot is just a mood, and the taste is not much worse..."

"Yohoo, what's the point of not being able to care about what you are fighting for, President?

I have to say a fair word. Everyone could hear it clearly just now. You said in person that you wouldn’t drink Master Xiao Zhou’s milk tea, why did you say that you were afraid of tainting your tongue? Why did you change your mind in a blink of an eye?”

Yi Zhiyu was a sarcastic sarcasm.

If Lao Yi recognizes the second and the poisonous tongue in mainland China, even Huang Mingju would not dare to recognize the first one! Today, he was actually stolen by a "poisonous dragon king". It would be strange if he was happy.

Previously, it was because of Dong Qishen's suppression that he kept winking at him. Moreover, this old man was of high age after all, so he, a "young man", could only retreat.

Now that he has caught his little braid, he will naturally take revenge and immediately speak sarcastic. Anyway, he is not in Xiangjiang, so what if he doesn't give Guan Dasheng face?

Zhou Dong didn't say anything. Although he didn't like Guan Dasheng's behavior, he was an old man in his 90s after all. He was a young man in his early twenties and still had to respect the elderly.

What's more, this is She Yulong's concession, and it's nothing to do with him anymore.

Guan Dasheng was a real old world. He took the milk tea from She Yulong's hand and passed it under his nose. The faint fragrance of milk tea entered his nose, and suddenly he felt that the memories were full of memories.

With such a cup of milk tea, what is it to be fat when you break your promise?

He glanced at Yi Zhiyu and said, "I said so just now, so what?

I just thought about it. As a senior, I still have to give young people some opportunities.

And from the eyes of Master Zhou, I saw that he actually hoped that I could taste his milk tea and give a pertinent opinion..."

Before he knew it, this "Poison Dragon King" had called Master Xiao Zhou.

Zhou Dong opened his eyes wide and shouted in his heart: "I don't have it, I really don't! When did I see you?"

"Xiao Yi, you can be considered an "old soldier" when you work hard in China. Remember my old man, you should still support me when you need to support me. As long as I work hard in China, what is the face of my old man?

So what if you go back on your word?

I broke my promise and I was glorious!"

It has to be said that ginger is old, Guan Dasheng made generous speeches, and every sentence is loud and clear, so it makes it easy to tell that the fish almost vomits blood.

All this is OK? Oh, after seeing something delicious and delicious, you are more shameless than me!

Lin Qing, who had been filming silently, couldn't help but giggle. The "poisonous dragon king" in front of her made her suddenly think of what Yi Zhiyu said.

‘I laughed to the sky and rushed to the bowl. How could I be shameless!’

Looking at Lin Qing who was smiling like a flower, Huailiang was a little dazed. If Zhou Dong won the Supreme Gold Award this time, Sister Qing would definitely go to Chudu for follow-up interviews. Should I also go to Chudu?

Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah! The gold medal must be mine. Sister Qing wants to follow the report and follow me!

But this cup of milk tea is indeed amazing. How did that kid learn this level in two days?

Alas, since Yu was born, why did Liang... What's wrong with me? Why do I always substitute Zhou Yu?

Looking at the empty milk tea cup in his hand, Huai Liangren was stunned. Although he still refused to admit it, he knew that he could never hide it from his heart.

That guy... seems to be really more genius than himself?

The man Huailiang secretly admired the man and encouraged him secretly. While he was struggling, he suddenly heard the poisonous dragon king Guan Dasheng shouting: "Boy, who is teaching you to debug the milk tea to such a temperature?
Chapter completed!