Su Zhongyuan raised his head and said disdainfully: "First of all, this is a hotel, not your house; secondly, I am visiting my mother, not your Su Hongwen. So you are not qualified to drive me away at all, understand?"

He snapped his fingers and immediately a foreign man in chef's clothes came over.

Su Zhongyuan said: "I am different from you poor guys. You only know how to invite some inexperienced chefs to make some things that don't eat pigs. But I found a global super chef for my mother, Mr. Robut."

"This Mr. Robut has a special talent in cooking and has been on the cover of a global food magazine. May I ask, third brother, who has achieved such a success in the junk chefs in Jiangnan District you have found?"

Su Hongwen was speechless.

Indeed, although the chefs he hired are of good quality and are all the best in Jiangnan District, there is still a big gap compared to Robut, the world's top chefs.

He was angry but muttered: "It's really disgusting to ignore my mother, but when I want to divide the property, I'm so disgusting."

Su Zhongyuan smiled at the old lady and said, "Mom, don't eat these junk foods. I'll ask Mr. Robut to make you a table of sumptuous dishes to celebrate your birthday happily. OK?"

Su Qin sighed and accused: "Zhongyuan, my mother's taste is a bit special. If you come to the whole foreign chef, how can I make the dish I like? I'm afraid it's not reliable."

Su Zhongyuan was angry, "Sister, what do you know as a woman? Mr. Robut is the world's top chef. Who else is reliable if he is not reliable?"

"And, my elder sister is not talking about you. The third brother knows to invite a few garbage chefs to pretend. You are? As the boss, you don't even make a fart, don't even invite a chef, and don't have enough filial piety. You're going to be like me, damn, can you have some shame?"

Su Qin, a woman, was belittled in public, and her cheeks flushed.

Jiang Ce walked out next to him and said with a smile: "My mother actually hired a chef, too."

Only then did Su Qin remember that she had asked Jiang Ce to arrange the chef long ago? Why did she forget this?

Su Zhongyuan smiled, "I'm afraid it's not a garbage chef I found on the roadside?"

Jiang Ce said lightly: "I dare not say anything else, it must be better than the foreign devils you found."

"Haha, what a big tone, please come out and I'll take a look."

Jiang Ce called Nie Zheng. After a while, Nie Zheng walked into the hall and came to everyone.

Nie Zheng is so majestic that he gives people a feeling of being arrogant without anger, his arm...

Su Zhongyuan laughed after seeing it, "Sorry, sorry, I said at first that I was found by the roadside, but I was wrong. This guy must have been picked up from the garbage dump, right? Get rid of it, who has ever seen a chef with one arm? Is it funny?"

Everyone present was shocked, thinking that Su Qin was really good, how could she swear to her mother's birthday like this? Even if she had no money, she had to get a more reliable chef.

Not to mention being a first-class chef, but also a chef in a restaurant.

I found a one-armed chef and thought he was Yang Guo? How could he cook with this arm? It was simply a mess.

Su Qin couldn't hold back her face, and she looked at Jiang Ce with anger all over her eyes.

She was secretly angry and thought to herself, how could Jiang Ce be so unreliable in doing things?

Now she is so embarrassed.

Amid the laughter of the crowd, Nie Zheng was neither humble nor arrogant, and said calmly: "As a chef, a few arms are not important. What is important is whether the dishes cooked are delicious. Although some people have healthy limbs, the dishes cooked are like chaff and difficult to swallow."

Su Zhongyuan put away his smile and asked, "What do you mean? Are you saying that your cooking is better than Mr. Robert? What are you, dare to speak out here? Robert has been..."

Before he could finish speaking, Nie Zheng said lightly: "Chinese civilization has been around for five thousand years, with a long history and a vast territory. There are tens of thousands of dishes on this vast land, countless. Even the same dish has different cooking methods and flavors in different regions."

"As time goes by, the cuisines alone are divided into eight types: Sichuan, Shandong, Guangdong, Fujian, Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Hunan and Hui. After subdivision, it is even more complicated and difficult to sort out."

"The skills, methods, and kitchen utensils in the world are less than one percent higher than those in China. The best chef will always be Chinese chefs."

"It is a joke to find a foreigner who makes Western food to come to China to pretend. Their Western style is simply not worth mentioning in our Chinese cooking treasure house. It has backward techniques, ordinary skills, and a handful of flavors. So what if you have been on a food magazine? Can foreigners kneel and lick it? "

Su Zhongyuan was speechless and didn't know what to say.

Jiang Ce laughed secretly. He didn't expect Nie Zheng to be quite able to speak. This is not surprising. In other aspects, perhaps Nie Zheng has no right to speak, but in terms of cooking, he is more qualified to speak than anyone else.

Su Zhongyuan was so angry that he trembled all over and was unable to refute.

Robut walked out and said in Mandarin with a foreign accent: "No matter how good your mouth is, you are just a clown without strength. Whoever cooks the food is delicious, you will know it."

"right!"

Su Zhongyuan asked, "That...'one-armed hero', do you dare to compete with Mr. Robut?"

Nie Zheng raised his head, "Why don't you dare?"

"Okay, let's do it now. I want to see you guy with one arm, He De dares to speak wildly like this."

Immediately, everyone made way out.

Robut stopped preparing kitchen utensils, ingredients, etc., while Nie Zheng was only responsible for everything and did not need anyone's help.

Soon, the two began to cook their own dishes.

Although Nie Zheng only has one hand, his skills are absolutely superb. Many people can handle things that cannot be done with both hands. He can handle them perfectly with one hand.

Unlike Robut, before cooking, Nie Zheng carefully watched the old lady's reaction and status, and asked Su Qin and Su Hongwen in detail about the old lady's situation.

About an hour later, the two completed their own dishes one after another.

Robut prepared a table full of hearty dishes, and Nie Zheng finally brought out something like a jar of wine and placed it on the table.

Su Zhongyuan was happy after watching it, "Hey, hey, what dish are you cooking? Are pickled pickles? Poor and sour ghosts are poor and sour, and the dishes they cook exudes a poor and sour smell."

Nie Zheng said calmly: "There is no difference between poor, low, rich and noble dishes, only delicious or unpalatable."

"Haha, I'm pretty good at talking. I want to see how your broken jar of pickled pickles can compare to Mr. Robert's hearty dishes!"
Chapter completed!