"A few ancestors, how delicious are the food today?"

The current chef of the Crescent Hotel Yi Zhengguang looked at Mingli, Hua Ling, Zhang Qishan, Zhang Rishan and others with a little nervousness.

The people here are all legendary figures of the old god level.

In order to entertain these old gods, he used all his skills without reservation. I don’t know if these old gods are satisfied or not.

"If you eat this, you can see Ming Ye. What does Ming Ye think?"

Zhang Qishan smiled.

If he asked him to comment, he only had four words, which was very delicious.

In terms of professionalism, you have to look at Mingli.

As old friends over the years, they have a very deep understanding of Mingli’s cooking skills, and no one in the world can surpass them. The cooking skills of old foreigners were taught by Mingli, and Dingshilou flourished because of Mingli.

So when commenting on this, let Mingli come, they just need to eat it.

"No, your great-grandfather's eight success power, your great-grandfather's nine success power, surpassing your father, and surpassing your great-grandfather in terms of innovating dishes, you are even better than your great-grandfather, your grandfather, your father, very good."

The chefs at the Crescent Hotel have been passed down from generation to generation, and can be said to be the family-born cooking skills of Yi Zhengguang's ancestors.

It happened that Mingli had eaten the dishes made by Yi Zhengguang's great-grandfather, grandfather and father.

Compared with his great-grandfather and grandfather, the kitchen is a bit immature, but it has surpassed his father. He also has his own ideas about the innovating dishes. In time, he will become a master of the chef.

"Xie Lao Xian praised him!"

Yi Zhengguang never expected that he would get such a high evaluation from the old god Ming Li.

He has indeed made some innovative changes in the dishes over the years, and has also been well received by diners.

Ming Li smiled and said, "Be careful of arrogance and impatience, and continue to work hard. One day, you will become the chef master in the future, and your achievements will surpass your great-grandfather."

"Please rest assured that I will continue to study the cooking arts in the future."

Yi Zhengguang patted his chest excitedly and promised that the old god actually said that he would surpass his great-grandfather in the future and become the master of the chef.

Since the old god is so optimistic about him, he will definitely not let down the old god's expectations.

He Yi Zhengguang will definitely become the master of the chef's teachings, standing at the top of the Xia Kingdom's kitchen road overlooking all living beings!

"My Master Ming, Dr. Hua, two ancestors, today is the day when the Crescent Hotel is held. Do you want to go over and take a look?"

"It's just that I'm idle, so let's go and take a look."

After lunch, the four of them came down to the auction hall of the Crescent Hotel under Yi Zhengguo.

After the two expansions, the Crescent Hotel built an auction hall specially used for auctions.

The four of them came directly to the uppermost private room, from which they could overlook the entire auction hall.

After Mingli, Hua Ling, Zhang Qishan and Zhang Rishan entered the auction site, there was a commotion at the scene. Most of them got up and saluted to the four people, calling the old god.

Those who saluted the four were basically descendants of the brothers of the Tomb Sect.

Those who come to participate in the auction of the Crescent Hotel must recognize Mingli, Hua Ling, Zhang Qishan and Zhang Rishan.

Those who didn't know the four people were confused by the actions of others and quickly asked the other people about the identity information of the four people.

Most of the descendants of the brothers of the Tomb Sect worked in the Tomb Sect group, enjoying the wealth brought to them by their ancestors. They respected the only remaining old gods in the Tomb Sect, so naturally it was impossible to tell outsiders the identities of the four people.

Ming Li waved his hands to everyone, signaling that the auction would continue without worrying about them.

"The four old gods, are there anything you can see? I'll send it to you."

"The things are all good, but there is nothing we need." Ming Li said to Yi Zhengguo. "Okay, you should go there."

"Okay, then I won't bother you four old gods." Yi Zhengguo sent someone to send a pot of tea and a few plates of snacks over, and then went to work on his own affairs.

To be honest, facing these four old gods, even though he looks at his ease, he is actually very nervous.

But the old god came to his Crescent Hotel, and he must be very helpful.

Only these old gods can’t even invite them.

Two hours later, the auction ended.

A group of descendants of the Tomb Sect brothers came to pay homage to Mingli, Hua Ling, Zhang Qishan and Zhang Rishan.

I met these juniors and chatted for a few words. It was almost time for supper.

More than a dozen tables were set up at the Crescent Hotel, Mingli served as the host and invited these juniors to have a big meal.

After dinner, the time was almost over. The four of them went to the airport and returned to Tanzhou two and a half hours later.

No words all night.

On the afternoon of the second day after returning to Tanzhou, Mingli went to the kitchen to invite the Partridge Whistle, Zhang Qishan and Zhang Rishan to drink, and the treasured Monkey Head Soup wine was killed by more than 20 kilograms.

At that time, 500,000 kilograms of Monkey Head Soup Liquor was filtered and left after 400,000 kilograms. Over the years, 200,000 kilograms were left in the system space.

The main reason is that Ming Li is not a person who is addicted to alcohol, and he only drinks more when his brothers gather. He usually doesn’t drink when he is alone, and most of them give it to others.

"It's better to be the wine of Mingye. Compared with other famous wines on the market, Mingye's Monkey Head Soup, there is no comparison."

Zhang Qishan killed the things in the glass in one sip. He didn't lack wine at all. He had a lot of famous wines at home and various foreign wines, but he was obsessed with the monkey-headed sour wine in Mingli's hand.

"When you go back later, you can just pack twenty kilograms for one of you."

Ming Li smiled and said, after saying so much, wasn’t it just that he wanted to get some monkey-headed soy sauce from him?

Can't he give it?

"Hehe..., Mr. Xie Ming." Zhang Qishan grinned. Isn't that what he meant?

"By the way, the fourth brother, Lord Buddha, brother Rishan, have you read the news? A Queen's pyramid on the Nile River was stolen."

“Is there any?”

"What I saw when I was watching the news this morning was not done by a bad guy. The technique was too rough and there was no technical content at all. It was not like when we fought back. Nowadays, young people nowadays would fight after learning the superficiality, and they were not afraid of dying in the fight."

I was bored, and early in the morning, Partridge Whistle used his mobile phone to browse the news, and then I browsed the news that the Queen's Pyramid was stolen.

The gold, silver and jewelry in the pyramid were stolen, and even the queen mummy was stolen.

Unfortunately, judging from the news pictures, these tomb robbers have no technical content at all.

All the organs in the tomb were violently exploded with explosives, and the entire blasting team was blown up.

This is also because these guys are lucky. They are messing around in the tomb. If they are not lucky, they must die in it.

Think about it, when they were fighting, their technical content was so high. They rely on real technology and they were playing with technical flow. What is the ability to rely on explosives to bombard them?
Chapter completed!