Female supporting roles rely on food to save themselves

Chapter 426 Opinions
Boss Xin and his wife were in a very good mood. From their point of view, nothing else was important. The important thing was that they could do their bit for the little lady, and it would not be in vain for them to spend 20 years in the capital.

In Gu Ji restaurant, less than half of the diners ate stuffed up.

The other half of the diners were scratching their heads, fidgeting, and dragging Qiu Li and the others to ask questions with eagerness on their faces.

They are not the type of people who are impatient, like some old gourmets, they know the truth that they can’t eat hot tofu in a hurry, and they never rush to go to a restaurant for food. If they really cook the dishes well, they will lose themselves.

Diners who really know how to eat, never rush to eat in restaurants, and are not afraid of being slow.

The problem is that Chef Gu is too inappropriate. It’s okay for everyone to wait. Now let some diners eat while others watch eagerly, and keep releasing aromas. Isn’t this torturing people?Ordinary diners may be so greedy that they are drooling, but they can still bear it.

But those present are all gourmets, and those who put food in the top three pursuits in their lives, let them smell it but not eat it, it is a great torture!
Qiu Lizao had a very thick skin, she was stared at for a long time without any pain or itching, she just smiled and said: "Don't worry, our little lady's 'Buddha jumping over the wall' is the best if the heat is just right. Today's The guests at the banquet are all experts, so how dare you make a mistake? The time when the stew pot is on the stove is different, and the time for serving the table is naturally very different. If you don’t wait, then you can only eat half-finished products!"

Everyone was silent for a long while, sighed, and finally let Qiu Li go listlessly, and continued to drool with their cheeks on their hands.

Zhao Han swallowed his saliva, stared straight at the 'Buddha jumping over the wall' at the table next to him, and didn't say a word.

Wang Guoguo glanced at her husband and son-in-law, not as greedy as him, but couldn't help but smile: "According to your original habits, you should criticize a few words at this time."

She and her man have been looking for food in and out of the capital for two years, and she is well aware of her man's habits. In his eyes, most of the delicacies outside are not edible, but they can be used. If you are going to do it, of course you have to tell the chef all of its shortcomings, maybe after learning from the pain, the chef will be able to cook something delicious next time, which will make him feel a little satisfied.

The other part is relatively qualified, and completely inaccessible.

For those who are more qualified, of course he also has to pick and choose faults, maybe the chef will be able to take it to the next level and become the top chef, so that he can taste the best in the world.

Those who can't enter at all, hmph, he has to spray the other party until he no longer dares to pick up a spatula to harm others, just in time to make the other party change careers quickly, and maybe it will make a fortune, which is good for both people and himself.

Wang Guoguo likes the cold and confident appearance of her man.

Zhao Han smiled slightly: "I haven't eaten the food yet, I want to approve it...I want to give advice to Chef Gu, after all I have to eat it..."

His voice came to an abrupt end.

'Buddha Jumps Over the Wall' is finally here.

Zhao Han looked at the thick soup, which was golden in color, like the icy skin of a [-]-year-old girl. He quickly scooped up a large spoonful of soup and put it in his mouth. When he went back, his cheeks were flushed red.

In Zhao Han's opinion, chefs cannot be praised.

If you boast more, the other party may become more complacent and arrogant, and the craftsmanship will deteriorate day by day, just like the cooks in his house, one by one, they will eat their own old tricks and refuse to develop new ones for many years. Cai, it's not that I go to trouble them every day when I grow up, so that their craftsmanship will not regress. Hmph, with him watching, they have not made rapid progress, and they can only be regarded as mediocrity.

Zhao Han suppressed the tears in his eyes, took a deep breath, and coughed: "This 'Buddha Jumping Wall' gathers all kinds of seafood in one place, fresh is fresh, and fragrant is fragrant. After all, the fusion is not good enough. There is more than thick, more than fat, but not enough sweet and refreshing..."

He struggled to speak his words fluently, and after he finished speaking, he turned his head and looked around, all the diners groaned, and even a few people who knew him nodded yes, but no one bothered to let go. The person bites the spoon, gnaws the stew pot, the eyes are shining, and the ears are flying to nowhere.

But Zhao Han was also reluctant to take a bite, not only eating his own, but also looking at his wife's stew pot. His wife doesn't like to eat food that is too strong and mixed, and recently she is worrying about maintaining her slender figure. Love to eat is not bad anywhere, except that it is easy to get fat, Zhao Han is not afraid, he exercises a lot every day, no matter how much he eats, he will not gain much meat, his wife is different, it is better to eat less to be healthier.

Zhao Han tried his best to find something wrong.

In fact, he really felt in his heart that although this dish is delicious and the taste is worthy of the precious ingredients, there are still many problems. So many seafoods are mixed into one pot, and all the ingredients are precious, but because Many, the original taste of the ingredients, many of them are covered up, and they are not particularly well developed...

It's just that it's really delicious, the taste is too overbearing, so overbearing, he was a little immersed in it for a while, and his mind was in a mess.

Still, he's definitely going to find fault, he just has to wait a while.

"Woo, brother!"

Zhao Han was dizzy, obviously not drinking, but he seemed a little drunk, suddenly there was a thunderous sound in his ear, with a crying voice, he turned his head instinctively, and saw a familiar diner in the next seat , stood up with a pale face, suddenly walked in front of the friend who came with him in big strides, and knelt down with a plop.

Taking a closer look, Zhao Han recognized this person. His name was Xu Xing. He was also a chef. He ran a small restaurant near Gongyuan Street. Although this person was not a golden chef, he had superb craftsmanship. His specialty was crab stuffed oranges, which tasted delicious Excellent, even if Zhao Han went to his restaurant to enjoy a meal, he only opened his mouth to 'curse' after eating.

For Zhao Han, a dish that he can eat decently is considered to be above the standard. If it is replaced by other people's standards, it is not an exaggeration to call him a famous chef.

Among chefs of the same age in Beijing, he is also considered to be one of the best chefs.

At this moment, Xu Xing was devastated, his eyes were dull and his face was distorted, as if he had witnessed a great horror.Suddenly his feet softened, and he knelt down with a plop.

Yu Xiucai, who was sitting with him, was startled, moved back, staggered, and almost fell down: "Brother?"

"Sister Fen's death is all because of me, because of me!"

Xu Xing burst into tears, "I told her at the beginning that you were going to be engaged to Miss Xie, and she was... woo woo!"

(End of this chapter)