"Fast first, then slow, then sigh, and it's this rhythm, there will definitely be no mistake!"

The Lord Long slowly ate egg cakes and drinks bean juice, just delaying the time. After experiencing the test of Zhou's food, his mouth can already be as fast and slow as he wants. He is completely different from the first brother like Huailiangren, who can't control the rhythm when he tastes delicious.

Sure enough, after trying the secret egg cake, Huailiangren has lost the reserve and rhythm that a Michelin three-star chef should have.

After the first Goubuli bun was eaten, he was not much better than President Gu who had just tasted delicious food. The next few were Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit, but he didn't see how clever he was.

Master Long sneered secretly, knowing that you kid would have such a virtue! Otherwise, I would give up today's ten thousand words update and stay here to drink and taste it slowly? Why is it so good to be so cute when you kid makes a fool of yourself! The last two buns... Well, it actually slowed down, it stopped earlier than Old Man Huang. Isn't it simple?

After all, Huai Liangren is a top chef working on the front line. When it comes to his sensitivity to food and tasting ability, he even slightly surpassed the three giants Huang, Lu and Yi, and his reaction was far better than Mr. Huang who tasted delicious food at the beginning that day.

Seeing four Goubuli buns unknowingly, they suddenly woke up. How could I eat so quickly? Do you still want the style of a Michelin celebrity chef?

What's more, such a perfect bun is hard to come by. If you can't savor it carefully, it would be a pity.

It is necessary to control the speed of eating! Huailiangren even saw the young lady Yingbin and the waiter covering her mouth and holding back her smile and peeping at him. He coughed and put on the style of a top chef and a food critic. He slowly picked up a bun, broke the skin, and sucked the soup, and slowly savored the perfect fusion of wheat and pork.

"It's just a few ordinary wheat noodles and pork from East China white pigs. The ingredients are at most reasonable and definitely not top-notch.

But this person, with his in-depth understanding of various wheat noodles, prepared a nearly perfect half-hair noodles in the best proportion! Sister Qing'er said nothing wrong, he really grasped the soul of Goubuli buns!"

The more you get to know Zhou Dong’s Goubuli bun, the more shocked Huailiangren feels.

"There is also pork. There is no chef who can use East China white pigs in Europe. First of all, Europeans have little demand for pork. Even if they need it, they can completely pursue better Okinawa black-haired pigs and even the 'happy pig' in Uri, Switzerland.

Secondly, European chefs have too limited ability to prepare pork. German sausage masters can produce more than 2,000 sausages, but they obviously lack imagination in the way fresh pork is cooked.

However, this person has mastered the skill of controlling hand-made chopped fillings and perfectly fusion of pork ribs and clear soup, which has brought East China white pork to a higher level!

If he could use higher-level pork, with his cooking skills, this Goubuli bun might have wings and completely let himself go, right?

What a pity! Such a talented chef, a person who is qualified to be my opponent, was wasted in this small breakfast department?

If he hadn't met me, no one would have saved him. I'm afraid he would have wasted all his precious time in making this kind of 'civilian food'?"

Huai Liangren looked at Zhou Dong who was still busy in the kitchen and seemed to smell a 'smell of genius'...

"Sir, your braised braised is ready. Are you sure you can still eat it?"

The pretty waitress was a kind girl. She just ate a secret egg cake and a basket of goubuli buns. She could see clearly and was very worried about the belly of this handsome mixed-race guy.

Overeating is not good. This should be what Master Xiao Zhou intends to limit the number of customers to purchase.

Huailiangren did not answer her, and stared at the big black bowl with braised and burnt fire in front of her.

The tender yellow fried tofu is rosy in color but does not cover up the original meat-colored pork head, pork belly, lungs and large intestines; the naughty garlic juice has not been completely mixed in the soup base, and is creeping around in the red old soup, shyly blooming in the dark...

He is a Cantonese restaurant, but with his level of cleanliness, he will definitely not eat this kind of food. After becoming the chef of the Champs Elysees fantasy restaurant in Paris, he will not get involved in this kind of thing. Westerners will go crazy when they see pig intestines...

Even if you have to choose a brand of Huailiang, who even drinks water, eat pig intestines? If someone asked him this question before today, he would definitely be directly blacklisted.

But for some reason, Huai Liangren, who had reached the severity of cleanliness, had a thought that even he thought was very ridiculous: "What are you hesitating about? Master Zhou must be cleaner than the faces of some people!"

He subconsciously glanced at the Lord Long and then confirmed the matter.

Long Potian was seen inexplicably by him: "What do you think I'm doing?"

"I want to take back what I said just now. Master Zhou's skills are very good. I was too confident before."

"Uh... Actually, it's nothing. It's better to correct it if you know your mistake."

The Dragon God was a little surprised. When competing, he was most afraid of this. His opponent suddenly put down his figure and started to turn into a rain. He continued to compete and seemed to be a stunner.

"Also, I must thank you. For me who is obsessed with a certain habit, your existence has relieved my concerns. Now I can taste this braised and cooked fire.

Thank you, sir!"

"Ah? You're welcome..."

Master Long subconsciously touched his face. What this guy said always makes people feel strange, and he always looks at the face of this master?

This great master is the most self-aware. Although I am very handsome, I am still a little worse than Master Zhou. In addition, when did this great master start to have such a strong attraction to homosexuals? Perhaps it was like this from the beginning? But I am too modest and have always ignored my powerful charm?

Huai Liangren smiled at Long Potian again, then picked up the boiled water sent by the waiter, and rinsed his mouth with a very ritual feeling.

You must show the right attitude to treat high-quality food. After eating egg pancakes, I ate buns without rinsing my mouth. Now I can’t forgive myself when I think back!

The first bite, like the Yizhi fish of the day, stuffed the large and small intestine into the mouth, chewed it gently, raised its head slightly, and carefully grasped the "strange fragrance" that hits the tongue and teeth and asks the soul...

Sighing softly, Huai Liangren looked at the busy figure in the kitchen with a puzzled look. At this moment, he had countless questions and wanted to ask Zhou Dong immediately to understand!

But everything has to be done after finishing the braised and boiled fire, and it is not something a gentleman should do to affect other people's work.

The tic toe-toe cut from the fire with the mellow old soup, the crispy and tender triangle-shaped fried tofu, the soft and melting pig lungs in the mouth, and the crispy and tooth-filled pork belly slices...

One or two, three or four, five or six, seven or eight or ninety,

There are still not enough mouthfuls to put them into the stomach.

It's not that it's not enough, it's clearly in my arms.

Huai Liangren gently unbuttoned his trouser belt while others were not prepared...

Who am I, who is me, what am I doing? I will never regret it when my belt gets wider. For whom did I untire my belt?

Putting down the chopsticks, Huai Liangren suddenly looked up and stared at the figure again.

I really misunderstood my sister Qing'er. What she loves should be the food made by this person. Those seemingly ambiguous languages ​​are actually just the true feelings of a professional gourmet, right?

Zhou Dong, you annoying guy, actually asked me to come from Paris, but now, should I go back or stay?

I can't leave! At least I can't leave until I successfully ‘save’ you stupid guy!

For Huai Liangren, who has long been on a world-class diet platform, how long has it been since we met a genius among our peers?

And he is a diligent genius who is as young and talented as him!

If such a genius is wasted in the breakfast department, it is simply a crime!
Chapter completed!