"Tsk~Tsk~"

On the Eight Immortals table, Mr. Liu Ba, who was sitting on the left side of the upper mat, scooped a bite of soup in his hand and fed it into his mouth. He closed his eyes, felt the taste of the soup, and enjoyed his face, making a sound from his mouth.

Everyone at the table looked at Master Liu Ba with a look of enjoyment.

"Master Eighth Master, how about this soup?" Jin Defu asked anxiously.

The two chefs he brought next to him looked confident.

Unfortunately, for Jin Defu, if Mr. Liu Ba felt that this dish was good, he could achieve his goal.

Such an old man would probably be difficult to buy with other things.

Master Liu Ba did not say anything, put down the spoon, picked up the chopsticks on the table, and directly picked up one of them to make a container. The edges were processed into jagged winter melon meat and fed it into his mouth.

The wrinkles on the old man's face were stretched out at the entrance of the winter melon meat.

"I thought I would never taste this kind of soup again in my life. The soup not only contains the freshness of meat and seafood, but also has the fragrance of winter melon; but also contains the flavors of lean meat, scallops, chicken soup, magnolia and mushrooms... This craft is nothing to say!"

Mr. Liu Ba gave an evaluation that made Jin Defu smile without opening his eyes.

The chef was not happy about this comment.

"Due to the limitations of conditions, otherwise we can make more specialties. This eight-treasure winter melon cup is just a very ordinary dish..." The chef told the truth.

Cantonese cuisine has rich ingredients, and the ingredients are as rich as seasonings.

It’s just a pity that, due to the limitations of materials, it is difficult for them to show their skills.

Various pastries and other things take too long to prepare.

They brought the scallops from Huadu.

Located in the southwest rural area, this place is poor. Even if you have to hold a seat tomorrow, you have prepared a lot of ingredients, but some classic Cantonese dishes cannot be made.

Roasted suckling pig?

That's impossible. How many people in the countryside are willing to kill a very small suckling pig?

White-cut chicken?

Although there are many people raising chickens here, the chef instinctively believes that these chickens have been raised for too long and are not suitable for making white-cut chickens...

As for the others...

In the end, I found that many people here had winter melons at home, so I directly made a well-known classic Cantonese dish - Babao Winter Melon Cup.

Liu Zefu was dissatisfied when he heard his words.

"The ingredients are good, and anyone can make good taste. A real chef can make satisfactory dishes at any time and any ingredients." Liu Zefu was very dissatisfied.

There is no cowardice that is always shown on weekdays.

There is no first in literature and no second in martial arts.

Chefs who cook, especially those with craftsmanship, naturally don’t accept others.

"Zefu said this well! I remember that when the weather was not good, the elm bark could make a variety of tricks..." Liu Baye agreed with Liu Zefu's statement.

"Master Eight, is this dish?" Jin Defu was anxious after hearing what Master Liu said.

I am the top chef I'm looking for!

If the old man is not satisfied...

"This dish is indeed authentic. The original flavors of various ingredients are integrated together, and various flavors turn around in the mouth..." Master Liu Ba pinched his goatee beard and nodded with a smile, "I am a Chinese, with a vast land and a vast territory and rich resources, which has created different flavors in different places in the country..."

Mr. Liu Ba’s evaluation is very pertinent.

After all, no one has experienced or seen more with so many people sitting there.

"Zefu, you will be with this person tomorrow..."

The old man forgot the name of the chef in front of him.

"The Eighth Patriarch, this master is called Yang Dingtian." Liu Chunlai hurriedly reminded the old man next to him.

"Yes, let our Liu family and neighbors taste the different tastes of other regions with this Master Yang. Master Yang, what do you think?" Master Liu Ba looked at Yang Dingtian.

Yang Dingtian frowned.

Xu Li, the apprentice next to him, was about to speak, but Jin Defu spoke, "Old man, are you going to let the two masters compete?"

"Old man, Cantonese cuisine is mainly light, and others may not like it..." Yang Dingtian was obviously unwilling.

For Yang Dingtian, he didn't know much about Sichuan cuisine.

There are eight major domestic cuisines and many local branches, and the tastes are different in different regions.

"Do you think my Sichuan cuisine only has heavy oil and spicy food? Is it less fresh and fragrant? I will let you see it tomorrow!" Liu Zefu was very dissatisfied.

At the same time, I looked at Liu Chun.

Could it be that what this guy said would not embarrass himself, it was on tomorrow's menu?

Tomorrow, I will show my skills in front of many leaders and investors, so as to repay me for letting him take charge of how many kitchen matters?

Liu Chunlai muttered in his heart, but he didn't go to dissuade him anymore.

"On behalf of the Fourth Brigade and everyone in my Liu family, I would like to wish you a cup and thank you for your support..." Liu Chunlai would continue to see you, and everyone would be unhappy at that time, so they stood up with their cups.

Four tables were opened, not only the commune cadres, brigades and cadres from various production teams, but also some elders from the Liu family.

What's more, there are also leading cadres in the factory such as Sun Xiaoyu and Zhang Changgui.

Tomorrow is the highlight, and some leading cadres in the county factory tomorrow have to come.

What's more, the county leaders are coming.

There is not much wine for a porcelain cup containing three cents.

Everyone fucked them up.

"Thank you for your support to Chunlai and my Liu family..." Master Liu Ba was waiting for Liu Jiuwa to pour him wine, but did not stand up, raised his glass, thanking Colt and others.

Even though he knew it was his son, he didn't have too much language.

After all, there are outsiders here.

Now is not the time to recognise one's ancestors.

The identity of a Hong Kong businessman is easy to use, but if others know that the Hong Kong businessman is the son of Mr. Liu Ba, many things will not be easy to operate later.

Liu Chunlai analyzed this issue to Mr. Liu Ba.

Similarly, Colt and others also knew about it.

Liu Chunlai observed Zheng Tianyou's reaction, and saw that he was as if nothing had happened, his worries gradually disappeared.

"Thank you everyone..." Liu Fuwang also picked up the cup.

Everyone drank three drinks in a row, and almost one or two taels of white wine were eaten.

"Eat vegetables, eat vegetables, today I can eat delicious food thousands of miles away at home, thanks to Xiao Jin..." Master Liu Ba raised his chopsticks and signaled everyone to move, "Don't be rude..."

Although poor, the etiquette on the dining table is indispensable.

Even Alice, Zhou Rong and other female family members opened a separate table in the next wing room.

As the main person on the table, Liu Baye moved his chopsticks, and the others followed suit.

Sichuan cuisine and Cantonese cuisine complement each other on this table.

In fact, there are not many Cantonese dishes, and most of them can even be treated as snacks.

Liu Chunlai tasted it and knew that the master Yang Dingtian really had a few brushes in his hand.

Cantonese cuisine is almost the representative of Chinese restaurants in the world. It is a dish that is as famous as French cuisine in the world. Liu Chunlai is naturally familiar with it.

The top dish on the table is the Eight Treasure Winter Melon Cup. Just after tasting the chopsticks, you can feel the different levels in your mouth, and the many kinds of flavors and tastes.

On the table, the atmosphere quickly became warm.

Especially Jin Defu, a nouveau riche who was not invited.

After Liu Chunlai explained that he wanted to pay for the construction of the industrial park from this guy's pocket, Yan Jinsong and Ma Wenhao kept raising cups to this guy.

Zhu Rui has been pregnant for several months and is a little pregnant, so he naturally cannot drink alcohol.

The wine toasted her was also taken by Jin Defu.

Even if Lu Guozhi and others were determined to help stop the wine, they would not be able to protect themselves if they were not at the same table, so they naturally had no choice.

A meal starts from around seven o'clock and continues until after ten o'clock.

Many people just drink and fall down when they walk.

"Chunlai, uh~ Mr. Jin has drunk too much, so he can't talk about the details~uh..." Ma Wenhao hugged Liu Chunlai's neck, his face flushed, and he kept burping.

With the smell of alcohol and stomach acid, it combines the unpleasant smell of food after it decays in the stomach. Liu Chunlai, who had already drunk a little, had sour water in his stomach surged upwards.

Almost vomited.

Jin Defu did drink too much.
To be continued...