I have never seen Shang Qingxiong's urging. Early in the morning, Zhou Dong woke up from a deep sleep and happily ate the Kyoto-style breakfast burnt circles and bean juice provided by the hotel. He rushed in.

I also held a long box made of unknown wood in my hand, with a mysterious look on my face, which looked like I was here for treasure: "Old Zhou, okay, I have only been here for a few days now, and I can drink bean juice?

To be honest, it took me a long time to get used to the strange smell of this thing.

Is it strange? When I hated it before, I felt like slurry, but once I fell in love with it, it was a delicious food on earth. I would still think of it if I didn’t drink it for a few days!”

"Haha, this is the charm of some special delicacies. North and south stinky tofu, and Kyoto's stinky tofu are all the tricks..."

Zhou Dong put down the bowl of soy sauce in his hand, picked up two fried steamed bun slices, and applied a thick layer of stinky tofu fermented bean curd in the middle. The two steamed bun slices were gently squeezed. The stinky tofu fermented bean curd with a stinky smell came out of the gap. Shang Qingxiong was disgusted. This thing smelled smelly and made people feel uncomfortable. Only those who ate it know that it was actually the best delicacy in the world!

This is also the passive effect of tasting skills. Once you have them, you have nothing to ask for. You can taste the most fragrant things in the world and eat the most smell in the world. It is simply a must-have skill for a foodie.

"By the way, what are you doing, what are you holding?"

Zhou Dong was a little curious about the wooden box in Shang Qingxiong's hand.

"Hehe, guess?"

He was obviously a anxious temper and said that he was asking Zhou Dong to guess, but after a few seconds he couldn't hold back his anger. Shang Qingxiong gently opened the lid of the box, and saw a silver light flashing, and the box was filled with the fixture that Zhou Dong mentioned yesterday.

"Hey, it's done so soon, how come it's in your hands?"

Zhou Dong put down the steamed bun slices and put the stinky tofu fermented bean curiously, and came over to see it. This thing was given by the Cai Yao Kitchen. Yesterday, he sneaked into the kitchen and immediately saw this Qimen fixture. Then he verbally told me that Mr. Yan would go to customize it.

Although I have been operating in the kitchen of Cai Yao countless times this night, it is the first time I have seen the real thing in reality. Zhou Dong is also very curious. I wonder how much can it be restored with the strength of the National Banquet Preparation Team?

It's worthy of being the preparatory team, but it actually restored its nine-point appearance.

This fixture is actually very similar to a slender pliers. Two silver "pliers" with four or five centimeters in length are cross-connected in the middle position. There are two buttonholes about the thickness of a middle finger at the rear end. In the front section of the pliers, there are two pliers as thin as cicada wings. The opposite inner side is slightly sunken in, and the workmanship is very fine.

"Hehe, I went to find someone from the preparation team and brought it to you in advance. Isn't this afraid that you will not be able to use it and let you get familiar with it in advance?

Lao Zhou, but I think this thing is difficult to use? It looks like two large ear-clearing spoons are connected together. Not only is it silver, but it is so thin, are you sure it can be used?

I even doubt that this thing can hold the tempura?"

"Suspect? Then you can see clearly!"

I practiced "eight months" in the system, and I was fiddling with this thing for twenty-four hours every day. This was the first time I used it in reality. Zhou Dong couldn't help but itchy. He took this fixture and put the two buttonholes on the middle and index fingers on the middle and index fingers. His fingers were slightly bent inward, and half of them were placed in his palm.

He smiled and pointed to the fried steamed bun slices that had not been eaten on the table, saying, "This slice should not be as light as tempura, right?"

"Well, it's almost the same, and even the steamed bun slices are slightly heavier."

"Take one piece, then take another slice of stinky tofu for me and help me open it."

"oh......"

Shang Qingxiong did as he said, like a curious baby. He first took the steamed bun slices in his hand, then picked up a piece of stinky tofu fermented bean curd, and wiped it on the plate and broke it: "Lao Zhou, what?"

"Twist the steamed bun slices and open your mouth at the same time."

"oh......"

Shang Qingxiong became accustomed to accepting the orders. Without having time to think about it, he threw the steamed bun slices away. At the same time, he opened his mouth wide and suddenly felt something was wrong. Damn, why did Lao Zhou ask me to open his mouth?

not good!

I felt something was wrong and was about to close my mouth, but there was no time?

It’s time to say that, we will bloom two flowers and each one of them!

As the judges, Zhou Dong saw Shang Qingxiong throwing up the steamed buns as he said, and his hand holding the clamp moved instantly. He grabbed the clamp and looked out. At the same time, his wrist vibrated. In the blink of an eye, the Qimen clamp connected with the silver handle seemed to fly away from his palm, making a slight "buzzing" sound in the air.

With the force of vibration, Zhou Dong's two fingers alternately moved like a magic seal!

The steamed bun pieces falling from the air were actually wrapped in two balls of silver light, and were firmly clamped on the two clips at the front end!

Zhou Dong unloaded his strength and bent the clamp without waiting for the weight of the steamed bun slices. He had already swept the plate with the steamed bun slices and was covered with a lot of stinky tofu. He turned gently in the air with a stinky stew and accurately sent it into Shang Qingxiong's mouth!

At this moment, Shang Qingxiong suddenly realized that he had been cheated. He quickly closed his mouth, but Zhou Dong had already pulled back the fixture, "Crack"! He happened to bite the steamed bun slices with stinky tofu fermented bean curd.

Lao Zhou, you cheated me...oh, it actually doesn't taste bad.

"Humb..."

This guy was having a lot of fun eating.

After eating it, I wiped my mouth and remembered that although the things were pretty good, Lao Zhou was too much. How could he stuff stinky tofu into his mouth without saying hello!

"Lao Zhou, you are not kind! You cheat me! You have to compensate you!

I have considered that I have to pay at least three big meals to soothe my weak heart that was hurt..."

"hehe."

Zhou Dongzhi was clamped in his hand, his eyes were cold and serious, just like a peerless swordsman whose sword was unsheathed and blood was seen: "If I were you, I would quickly pick up a mouthful of soy juice now, which is a perfect match."

"Oh, it makes sense, yes, I'll have a mouthful."

It's quite full... Shang Qingxiong is different today. Yesterday, his stomach was hungry for a long time and almost turned into a lying down. Today, he ate breakfast twice and was 80% full before he even went to the kitchen of the Baikan Group.

"Lao Zhou, how did you practice this technique?"

While brushing his teeth with a disposable toothbrush in the hotel, Shang Qingxiong muttered: "I always feel... you must have a secret on you.

This fixture is used like a legendary martial arts master with internal strength..."

"Nonsense, have you heard of the story of the oil seller? Is it a martial arts master?"
Chapter completed!