"Dare you dare to say that our Yunlailou is not good-faith?" Tongtou was angry.

"Cooking products are not character." The fat man corrected.

"Who are you?" Tongtou asked.

"My surname is Ding." Fatty man smiled, "Others like to call me... Fatty Ding."

"So you are a fat man!" The copper head veins burst.

"Hahaha, it's me, it's me." The fat man smiled.

"Get out, you are not welcome here!" Tongtou said gritting his teeth.

"Get out, don't get out, but I have feet, so I can go." The fat man raised his legs and left.

"Let's wait." I stopped him, "Dare you ask, what is a kitchen product?"

"The so-called kitchen products are the character of the chef." The fat man answered happily.

"Oh?" I was surprised, "Then what is the difference between this kitchen and character?"

"Character refers to a person's behavior and attitude towards others." said the fat man, "and kitchen products refer to a chef's behavior and attitude towards others."

"Isn't that the same?" Tongtou sneered.

"Totally different." The fat man said seriously, "A chef treats people, diners, and food."

"What's the difference?" said chirping.

"You don't understand what's different?" the fat man asked intentionally.

"I don't understand." Jaezha replied honestly.

"So your kitchen is not good, hahaha." The fat man smiled and turned around, and turned into the stall in Tianfenglou.

"Who is he?" I asked.

"Pang Ding is the chef of Tianfenglou." Jizha was obviously the first time he saw this person. "I heard that ten years ago, in such a huge Qizhou Prefecture, he was the only one who could compete with Mr. Shen in the cooking skills."

"Ten years ago, he should be very young, right?" I think Fat Ding's age should not be more than thirty years old.

"That's right, I heard from the old man that the biggest selling point of the chef fighting in Tianfenglou and Yunlailou was the showdown between a young man in his teens and a master in his fifties." said.

"It is because he spent too much effort on fighting with this fat man that Old Master Shen died." Tongtou was full of anger.

"But in the end, Mr. Shen won, right?" I said.

"Yes, so this fat man must be very unwilling to accept it. He will take advantage of our difficulties and step on his feet." Tongtou said angrily.

"Is that right? Step on two feet..." I thoughtfully walked to the place where Fat Ding was staying.

On the ground, beef slices, shredded radish, bamboo shoots and other ingredients are scattered in a mess.

If you just come to mock the dog who fell into the water, why should the fat dick taste the dirty beef slices in person?

Is the so-called kitchen products not good, just a saying to hit people?

Or...

Closed his eyes, Fat Ding's words and deeds just now appeared in my mind again.

What is the way a chef should treat people?

What exactly did Fat Ding see in the scattered ingredients in this place?

If the kitchen products are not good now, what should I do...it is OK?

"Christmas, copperhead." I shouted, "You go to the market immediately and buy a batch of ingredients back."

"Go now?" Tongtou frowned, "At this time, the good things have been sold out long ago, and at most some scraps are left."

"Even if there is good materials, it's not as good as your royal palace special supplies." Chattered.

"The scraps are just the scraps, so I'll buy them first." I threw a silver ingot to the copper head, "Quick!"

Although they were puzzled, they took the money and left.

"Boss wife, Master Wu, you guys tidy up the stall and I'll be back soon." I said to the boss wife and the others again.

"Where are you going?" asked the boss lady.

"I'll just stroll around nearby." After that, I hurriedly left the venue.

After passing through the crowd, he ran directly to the nearest high building, stepped on the exterior wall, and jumped above the roof.

I began to look around with the tiles under my feet.

What I look for is not the big girl or the little wife, but the food stalls in the venue.

Half an hour before the conference officially begins, and almost all major stores have reached the end stage. The dishes (uncooked) are placed on the large table and can be cooked only when guests enter the venue.

How does a good chef treat food?

I want to confirm it with my own eyes!

At this time, the lists that Zha made for me played a big role.

The first thing I observed was those stores that ranked low on the list and had a lower reputation.

I don’t know if I don’t look at it, I’m shocked when I see it.

There were at least half of the shops in the venue, and their chefs could not see the knife skills. The cut pieces of meat were different in thickness, the thickness of the shredded vegetables, the size of the dough pieces, and the materials were very roughly processed.

Master Wu’s sword skills are at least ten times better than theirs!

Then, I began to look at the stores with medium rankings and average reputation.

Their sword skills are obviously much better.

Let’s look at the top-ranked stores and have excellent reputations.

Only when a chef at this level can his sword skills be as good as a martial artist.

After watching it for a while, I was very satisfied - in terms of sword skills alone, Master Wu was indeed one of the best in the entire venue.

But I haven't finished reading it yet.

I deliberately kept the stall in Tianfenglou for the end.

Fat Ding said so mysteriously, what will his dishes be treated like?

Different thicknesses!

Different thicknesses!

Different sizes!

I was shocked.

But unlike those shops with poor knife skills and rough treatment, the dishes placed on the Tianfenglou stall are obviously the same type, but they are divided into several servings according to different cutting methods, different colors, and different shapes.

In other words, the thickness varies, but the thick ones are concentrated in one place and the thin ones are concentrated in another, and the other situations are roughly the same.

They cut it like this on purpose!

Why?

Looking back on Master Wu’s cutting method, he is so clever that all dishes are cast like the same mold.

Could the "chef products" mentioned by Pang Ding have something to do with this?

After looking for a while, he turned his head to look at the direction of the market, and saw Jazha and Tongtou holding several large vegetable baskets and rushing towards the venue quickly.

There is only a few incense sticks left before the food conference officially begins.

If I could read the cooking process of Tianfenglou in full, I believe I would be able to find out the secret of "chef".

But now, there is no time.

I sighed, flew over, jumped high from the eaves, and fell into a hay cart with a thud. The countless onlookers around me didn't notice me.

Unexpectedly, hay trucks have this kind of characteristics?

I jumped out of the hay cart, patted the grassroots and mud on my body, and strode towards the venue.

The secrets of the kitchen products have not been discovered, and the newly purchased ingredients have not been processed.

Is it still time?

With a nervous mood, I returned to the venue and saw that the stall in Yunlailou had basically returned to its original appearance.

Of course, the chopping board was empty and there was no ingredients at all.

"The thing is coming!" Behind him, Jizha and Tongtou hurriedly ran over and put the baskets of ingredients he had just bought on the chopping board.

Tag!

The boss's wife, Master Wu, Jizha and Tongtou's eyes were cast at me at the same time:

"What should I do next?"
Chapter completed!