The roast chicken that should have belonged to the fat man Peng Bai on the table disappeared, the "desire phoenix" cooked through hardships disappeared, and the delicious jade white jade soup naturally disappeared, and the only remaining only the starving ghost Liu Feng and Gui Chou gnawed the remaining chicken bones.

"Haha... Fatty, you are blessed..." Liu Feng, the starving ghost, swallowed the last piece of chicken wolf into his stomach, and hurriedly spit out the bones and said anxiously. He almost choked to death by the chicken bones.

The fat man Peng Bai looked at the starving ghost Liu Feng and wanted to strangle him to death. He was so angry that he didn't even bother to say anything. Bai had done it for most of the day and didn't get anything, but he was still a blessing.

Less than ten minutes later, the ghost man appeared again. The plate in his hand was empty, and the poor fat man Peng Bai had completely lost his midnight snack.

"How is it? Brother Ghost Crazy?" Liu Feng, the starving ghost, asked quickly when he saw the ghost Crazy Crazy. It seems that Liu Feng, the starving ghost, needs to know the Ghost Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy C

"Ha, the review is pretty good, it can be compared with the lowest-level chef in our ghost world. It has a promising future, although it is a bit worse, haha..." The ghost almost nodded and smiled.

"Oh, how many levels are there for the chefs in the ghost world?" The fat man Peng Bai was very depressed. He could only compare with the lowest-level chef. He couldn't help but ask in dissatisfaction. But he defeated the famous Kang Kang with his own ability. He was so unbearable when the ghost doctor said? Has he really never seen the world?

"Haha, our chefs in the ghost world are divided into four levels. Except for the old ghost of the Ghost Chef Emperor, the only one level, the other levels are divided into three levels. I gave the dishes you cooked to the intermediate chef supervisor and tasted them... They said that although the taste is good, their skills are too bad and not as good as the level. Of course, they have a good mind and have to be honed..." The ghost maid almost pissed the fat man Peng Bai to death. After a long time of work, it turned out that their so-called good cooking skills were still not as good as the level.

The ghost officer looked at it and seemed that the blow was not enough. He then continued to attack: "Little fat man, the traces of the knife skills should not be too heavy, and the consistency is too poor. By the way, the knife skills must be consistent with the dishes. The things cooked are just good, but they don't match the good... I will practice it myself! Come on, I will give you the plate, I should go hand in the shift, and leave... After saying that, I threw the hollow plate on the table and flashed it again.

The fired stuff is not the same as it is? Fatty Peng Bai was stunned! This is the first time I heard it back. I felt very disdainful, but the ghost man seemed to be saying every word again, and I couldn't help but be confused.

"Okay, fat man, don't listen to his nonsense. You've done a good job..." Liu Feng, a starving ghost, saw Peng Bai's frustration and quickly comforted him.

The comforting words of starving ghosts become a catalyst for depression.

The fat man Peng Bai recalled the scene of practicing sword skills every day in his mind. After thinking about it, he found that what he said to the ghost chae is really correct. He has always relied on practice to make perfection, and he really has not understood and mastered the essence of sword skills.

Senior brother Zhang Bao's knife technique of cutting carrots is smooth and coherent, without any pause. When the knife is cut, it seems to have been accurately calculated. It is a state of mind. Fatty Peng Bai suddenly discovered that his knife technique is really not yet in the mainstream.

The knife was only one centimeter high, and it was only nine and a half minutes into it. I didn't do it at all. The fat man became more and more depressed the more he thought about it. He suddenly realized that roast chicken was a stolen craft, the jade white jade soup was guided by the starving ghost Liu Feng, and the desire phoenix was touched by the phoenix. There was nothing that belonged to him at all. It was really not as good as the class.

The fat man Peng Bai sighed and shouted: "I have decided..."

The roar shocked the starving ghost Liu Feng. He didn't understand what the fat man had decided, and looked at the fat man Peng Bai with a questioning look on his face.

"It's nothing. I have to practice my knife skills and learn cooking skills well... One day, I will make everyone say I'm good..." The fat man Peng Bai suddenly became very passionate.

"Ha, this... is this right! Practice hard and don't be discouraged." Liu Feng, the starving ghost, quickly encouraged.

I couldn't sleep anymore. After the fat man Peng Bai washed the dishes and packed it, it was four in the morning in a blink of an eye. He locked the door of the competition hall and ran to the woods with a nervous mood along the way.

Just like on weekdays, Old Man Xiao always had a look of dissatisfaction on his face. Seeing the fat man Peng Bai coming, Fried Egg packed up his things and walked towards the market leader without saying a word.

Although he still looked dissatisfied, he was not as angry as yesterday. Fatty Peng Bai was very calm. Anyway, he couldn't figure out why Old Man Xiao was different today from the past, so he found a reason randomly.

What a good chef hates the most is that others ruin their beloved things. The fat man Peng Bai looked at Old Man Xiao’s back and didn’t dare to say a word, for fear of provoking the old man’s re-scaling again.

"Little fat man, tell me, what do you think of the thing you used to behave yesterday?" Old Man Xiao took the initiative to speak, asking what the fat man made yesterday.

If that could be called a food sculpture, I was afraid that there was nothing in the world that could not be considered a food sculpture, and any one would be a food sculpture. The fat man Peng Bai naturally understood it. He thought that Old Man Xiao was going to take the opportunity to get angry again, so he hurriedly said, "This...that...this..."

If you want to put it on the plate and use other dishes, diners will feel disgusted when they see it, and they will eat it there. If they are combined with milk or other white liquid foods, diners will probably have to go wild.

Old man Xiao squinted his eyes and looked at Peng Bai who was worried, and said in a steady tone: "Little fat man, don't think too much. Just tell me what you feel about the matter. If I say it wrong, I won't scold you..."

"Really, I won't scold me? I don't believe it. If I just use a flying knife, I will die. Is there any need to scold me?" The fat Peng Bai was a little unbelievable after hearing Old Man Xiao's words. Old Man Xiao has a strange temper and can't figure it out.

However, when I saw the dagger placed on the table far away from Old Man Xiao, I became a little more courageous and still said hesitantly: "That... Grandpa Xiao, I didn't want to carve anything yesterday... At that time, I took the white radish and carved it randomly... Grandpa Xiao, don't blame me..."

"Haha! That's true! Little fat man, why blame you? You have the talent for food carvings. This food carving is the best, but it is not the middle, but it is the lowest. Your talent is the best choice, but it is the best because of insufficient basic skills. It is too far from the food carvings..." Old man Xiao was really not angry, but his words were full of praise.
Chapter completed!