When he left the counter, he shouted: "You guys, don't let this old man go, don't let him go."

This person knows martial arts. At this time, he no longer runs up the stairs, but rises up and goes up one floor, and then stops jumping up and shouts: "Boss, boss. There is something big."

At this time, Mi Cong was still recalling the past family. There was a man who made fish soup by the river, and his high level of fish soup was already superb, and that person could be the soul-calming soup. That person was likely the successor of the chef god's life, or even himself. That time was the closest time that Huanghe Tower had been to become the first-ranked building. Unfortunately, he did not seize the opportunity.

While Mi Cong was feeling emotion, he heard someone calling him downstairs, and soon he saw someone flying up the stairs. Fortunately, the sound he heard was joyful, and Mi Cong asked in a hurry: "What happened?"

The man said excitedly: "Fei, Fei, Feixian Banquet. Someone came to be a chef and said he could do Feixian Banquet."

Mi Cong said: "Is the person coming Gongsun Can?"

The man said, "No, no, it's called Zhou Zhuo."

Mi Cong thought for a while and said, "Zhou Zhuo? I have never heard of this person. I don't care, see you first. Where is the person?"

The man said, "First floor lobby."

Mi Cong turned around and jumped off the railing, then went directly to the first floor. As soon as he landed on the first floor, he rushed into the lobby and said excitedly: "Where is Mr. Zhou?"

Zhou Zhuo turned around and said, "I'm Zhou Zhuo."

Mi Cong observed Zhou Zhuo next time, but he really didn't know him, but this did not hinder his excitement. He said, "Can you do the Feixian Banquet?"

Zhou Zhuo said: "You can do it!"

Mi Cong said: "Can you try it?"

Zhou Zhuo smiled and said, "Boss Mi, have you ever had the Feixian Banquet at Yuelai Inn?"

Mi Cong smiled awkwardly and said, "I've tried this, but it's not qualified."

Zhou Zhuo said, "Then do you think I have a way to try it for you? Unless there is one person who can eat this Feixian Banquet at this time."

When Mi Cong heard that this person only knew some rules, it seemed that he would not be able to cheat, but it was the rules of the Feixian Banquet that people could cheat, because whether they could eat was decided by the chef.

Zhou Zhuo clearly saw Mi Cong’s concern and said, “Has Boss Mi ever eaten other dishes from Gongsun Can?”

Mi Cong said: "I've eaten it, it's very average, it's just a good food for the public." After that, Mi Cong suddenly realized that the other party might have dug a hole for him. If he cooked other dishes, wouldn't he be even more unpredictable? He was afraid of missing opportunities, and was afraid of being deceived if he stayed. It was not that he couldn't bear to give up a little money, but that the Feixian Banquet must be made. When it was proven to be fake, the Yellow Crane Tower would become the laughing stock of the whole world and would never turn over again.

Zhou Zhuo said: "That's because he doesn't want to do it. If he is willing to do it, a bowl of Yangchun noodles can make everyone kneel down. After all, Yuelai Inn is not Huanghelou and some things are not too high-profile. There is a reason for throwing out the Feixian Banquet. And I can do it at will. After all, Huanghelou pursues fame!"

At this moment, Mi Cong, who was holding a heart, breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I listen to Master Zhou!"

Zhou Zhuo said: "I am just a cook. I'm not a master. I'll try a dish for you now."

Mi Cong quickly asked: "What dish? I'll prepare dishes for you."

Zhou Zhuo said: "No, it's very casual. I'll make a random stew for everyone to try."

Mi Cong immediately arranged someone to say, "Let all the masters put down their work. We now have to taste Master Zhou's craftsmanship."

The masters of Huanghelou can be said to be top chefs. In fact, they are all people who are above the top, but when they arrive at this Huanghelou, they learn the word "There is a sky outside the sky". Everyone has their own specialty and no one is worse than anyone else. So gradually, no one will look down on anyone easily.

There were nearly forty chefs, all of them waiting for the stew in the big iron pot to come out of the pot. A master who knows how to make stew actually looked down on Zhou Zhuo. After all, there was a casserole, but he used a large pot. He said in a curious tone: "Master Zhou, there is a casserole that can be used."

Zhou Zhuo's answer made everyone laugh. Zhou Zhuo said, "There are too many people, so I'm afraid I won't be able to eat enough." Do you need to eat enough to taste the dishes? Besides, which one sitting is not particularly sensitive to the tongue, you can taste the good or bad in one bite.

But since he wanted to use an iron pot, no one objected, and it was just made. Some people were thinking about how to give him some advice to let him know that stews of casseroles must be better than iron pots.

Finally, the big pot was stewed out of the pot, and then according to the number of people who tasted the dishes outside, one bowl per person, and the guy was asked to take it out. Logically, this bowl of dishes should be full of fragrance when served, but even the guy who served the dishes couldn't smell any of them.

The following chefs already knew this technique: "He sealed the fragrance with an oil film, and doing so is usually a surprise to those who eat."

The big bowls were already filled with the ground, and several people thought to themselves: "This is not just a taste of me, I'm just trying to eat myself."

Everyone picked up chopsticks almost at the same time, then slapped the oil film that sealed the fragrance. In an instant, a heated air rose, and the fragrance made several guys saliva unconsciously. The fragrance was indeed fragrant. If the chefs had not experienced many battles, they would probably not be able to help saliva. At this time, some people had already begun to admire it.

The moment they put the first bite of stew into their mouths, they already understood why he used a big pot. Because if they really used a casserole, just that amount, these chefs would fight for a bite of the dish. The top chefs in the cooking world are now like starving ghosts, and they can't help but eat them. Finally, they were the first to eat, and he shouted, "Another bowl."

These chefs have done calculations, and probably one or two bowls left in the pot. So the moment they eat it, they are accelerating, so that they can eat this second bowl.

Then the second person finished eating and said, "I want a bowl too."

Zhou Zhuo said: "Sorry, I just got even and there was nothing left."

The two of them had tears after eating them all down. One said, "Can Master Zhou make another pot?"

Zhou Zhuo looked at Mi Cong. Mi Cong was also eating voraciously at this time. He didn't even feel the situation outside. After the bowl of stewed so happily, he saw everyone looking at him. He smiled awkwardly and said, "It's ugly to eat, don't mind. What's wrong with everyone?"

A chef said: "Can the boss ask Master Zhou to do it again?"

Mi Cong licked his lower lips and said, "If you are lucky, Master Zhou will have another pot."

Master Zhou said: "It's easy to say, let's have another pot."

After another pot, Mi Cong and Zhou Zhuo arrived on the top floor. The two sat down and Mi Cong asked: "Master Zhou, what are your conditions?"

Zhou Zhuo didn't say anything.

Mi Cong hurriedly said, "Yes, I'll pay. The annual salary is 10,000 taels of gold."

Zhou Zhuo said: "I remember you had the price you paid for my master back then."

Mi Cong said: "Your master is really a chef god?" Zhou Zhuo did not answer.

Mi Cong said: "I can only give money, so I don't know what Master Zhou has to ask for. Just ask."

Zhou Zhuo said: "Hold a martial arts conference!"

Mi Cong was stunned and asked, "Martial Arts Conference?"

Zhou Zhuo said: "Martial Arts Conference!"

Mi Cong said: "What is the purpose? This martial arts conference must have a reason."

Zhou Zhuo said: "Let's take the Feixian Banquet as the reason to find someone who can eat Feixian Banquet."

Mi Cong said: "Okay, I'll follow Master Zhou's arrangements. I'll make a big banner first: ride the crane and go to the old people, and fly to the immortals to feast all living beings!"

Zhou Zhuo said: "Boss Mi, don't worry, you will never let Huanghelou suffer any losses. Please rest assured."

Mi Cong said: "I believe Master Zhou. From now on, this martial arts conference will take as long as forty days. This will give the sects time to come and participate."

Zhou Zhuo nodded and said, "It's great in forty days. Thank you, Boss Mi."

The delicious meal is really delicious. It really makes people unable to help but eat it.

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(End of this chapter)
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