Although Guan Dasheng looks old and has been well-educated for decades, he not only has a tongue that is good at tasting all kinds of flavors, but his sense of smell has not deteriorated much. He has long smelled the unique sweet fragrance of pineapple bread.

Pineapple bread is different from other delicacies. You have to eat Goubuli buns while they are hot. The hot buns are stuffed into your mouth, your eyes are wide open, and the hot people are breathing in their mouths.

Pineapple bread is different. This thing needs to be left for a while after it is out of the oven. When it is half warm, the top layer of crispy skin will have a good taste. In this way, the pineapple bread has a soul.

"President Guan's nose is indeed sensitive, yes, the pineapple bun is almost the same."

"Seriously, why don't you take it out quickly?"

Guan Dasheng was overjoyed.

He studied his skills carefully in the first half of his life, and his cooking skills were overwhelming. In the second half of his life, he became more and more picky and vicious. He has never seen him praise anyone in front of him in the past 30 years, but he has criticized him in various ways.

I was obviously impressed by Zhou Dong's milk tea, but I still had to save face. That was because of habit. However, after all, he still knows how to eat it. Just smelling the pineapple bread, you will know that this pineapple bread is just like the silk stocking milk tea, and it is absolutely not to be missed.

"Since the pineapple bread is an exhibit, of course I can give it to you.

But you didn’t line up just now. If I read it right, you just snatched Mr. She’s first pot of tea. Now you want to drink these two pots of tea and eat pineapple bread. I’m afraid you need to line up to get the number.”

It is appropriate to respect the elderly, but it depends on who the partner is. Guan Dasheng relies on his seniority to rob She Yulong of the tea pot, and Zhou Dong can see clearly.

Especially the "strong debate" just now, what is too much but not as good as the moon is full and the moon is waning, and what is the big truth is one by one. After all, isn't it just to make an old face?

Zhou Dong was a little disgusted with this "Poison Dragon King". As soon as the awkwardness came up, he naturally would not give him any face.

Zhou Dong turned around and entered the temporary kitchen: "Patriotic, I will send you the number. If you arrange it in order, you will send it in order.

President Guan just disrespects order and went to the line in public, so he has to be the last one this time."

"Okay!"

Zhou Aiguo shook his head, and he couldn't mention the smugness in his heart.

I have to say that I am my teacher, the president of the Xiangjiang Food Association? If you want to eat my teacher’s skills, you have to queue up honestly! This is the card!

He has been with Boss Hua for a long time these days, and not only has his Chinese language level increased, but his temper has also increased. Since the teacher has spoken, no matter whether you are the Poison Dragon King or something, you don’t have to give face to you!

"Boy, wait first."

Guan Dasheng held the license plate in his hand and could hardly believe his eyes: "No. 101, do you line me up to the last one?"

Zhou Dong looked at him: "What's the problem?"

“Do you know who I am?

In Xiangjiang, there have been decades when no chef dared to let me line up! Do you know that I am the general judge in the final stage?

I even have the right to disqualify a certain participating chef.

Boy, I'll ask again, do you want me to line up?"

The old poisonous dragon looked at Zhou Dong with a smile: "Don't say I didn't give you a chance, it's still time for you to change your mind now."

"hehe......"

Zhou Dong smiled slightly: "It's better to leave the opportunity to others. I don't seem to need it. If President Guan wants to cancel my qualification for the competition, it's OK now, but I need a reason."

"Boy, in the food industry of Xiangjiang, I say whatever I say. If you don't, you won't do it. Even if you are the imperial chef of the previous dynasty and the chef god from the sky, I want to disqualify you from participating, and there is no reason at all.

The reason is very simple. These authoritative experts in the Xiangjiang food industry are all my disciples!

Who dares to say something I have decided on?”

"First, I am not a person from your Xiangjiang food industry, nor your disciple!

Second, President Guan may not know that when I was setting up a stove in the Dingshi Breakfast Department of Jiuzhou, even if the president came, she had to queue up obediently!

Third, before I cancel my competition, I can first take back the license plate I gave you! I am still a contestant for the moment and have the right to reject unpopular ‘guests’.

Patriotism, what are you waiting for? Why don’t you take back the license plate of President Guan!”

Zhou Dong also became angry and looked at Guan Dasheng with a sneer!

"Smack!"

Yi Zhiyu applauded desperately and laughed: "Go to him~ Mother's Xiangjiang Food World, Boy Zhou, you said it well! If you are disqualified from participating, I am the first to withdraw from the jury!"

"It's me!" Dong Qishen, a good old man, is also popular. He has long heard of the name of "Poison Dragon King". He only knows that this is an extremely picky senior, but he doesn't know that he is becoming more and more confused as he gets older. Since that's the case, of course he wants to support "Little Junior Brother".

The onlookers of Xiangjiang were silent. For many years, no one in the food industry in Xiangjiang never dared to angrily criticize the "Poison Dragon King" in person. Unexpectedly, this young chef Zhou was so brave. Everyone felt extremely happy and secretly gave Zhou Dong a thumbs up.

"I didn't expect that for fifty years, someone finally dared to criticize me in person, and he was such a young chef."

Guan Dasheng looked at Zhou Dong, and a naughty look flashed in his old eyes, and the corners of his mouth gradually raised.

"Young man, good cooking skills! Good eloquence! Good temper!

Good scolding!

If an industry has authority that no one dares to offend, is there still hope in this industry, and it may make a breakthrough? It will become like a pool of stagnant water, with no hope anymore!

It has been fifty years since I, Guan Dasheng, since the day I became the "Xiangjiang God Chef", Xiangjiang has always followed my leader.

What I said is the golden rule!

The food I have made is the highest standard!

I just fart, and people say it's delicious!

Such chefs are also worthy of being chefs? What else can they have? Does the future of Xiangjiang diligently rely on these followers?

So what about the Xiangjiang God Chef? I am not the Xiangjiang God Chef!

Why did I become a shackle that Xiangjiang Qinxing can never break through, and a cloud shrouded over Xiangjiang Qinxing?"

With a sigh, Guan Dasheng's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he nodded repeatedly to Zhou Dong and said, "From that day, I have been waiting,

I am waiting for a genius to emerge. He not only needs to have the cooking skills that amazingly aged me, but also needs the courage to challenge me!

At least you have to dare to criticize me and scold me?

After so many years, I finally waited for it. Young man, King Zhou’s Face, you are amazing!

I am convinced because of your silk ~ milk tea, because of your courage to fight me!"

Everyone was silent, damn... I had known this, I could have scolded you a few words. I really didn't know you have such a hobby...

Yi Zhiyu slapped his thigh: "President Guan, it's true that you are here to scold me? It's simple, and the younger generation can satisfy you."

"Get out, you deserve to scold me?"
Chapter completed!