Immortal Emperor returns to be a grandpa

Chapter 184 My son is a chef

"What? You mean that my sword skills are not good?" Zhang Jiuling, who was originally gentle, also became angry.

As a young man, he couldn't contain his temper.

He is the successor of the Imperial Dining Room. He grew up watching Zhang Dongguan's recipes. His father said that his culinary talent is one of the few in the world.

He usually only knows how to play with women, if not for this, he feels that his cooking skills are already famous all over the world.

He usually doesn't easily use a kitchen knife.Today he sliced ​​a roast duck himself, but the guy in front of him didn't give him face at all.

"Brother, don't be angry, it's not worth it." Seeing this, the people in the imperial dining room advised Zhang Jiuling.

Zhang Jiuling snorted: "Okay, for the sake of all the juniors, let's forget about this matter."

Wu Tian put his hands behind his back and said flatly: "I'm the master here!"

What?You decide?
The people in the imperial dining room chuckled and looked at Yongdong.The meaning is very clear: Master, he said that he is in charge here, and he doesn't take you seriously.

Yong squeezed the Buddha's name with his hands, and when he was about to say something,
Wu Tian's eyes narrowed, and suddenly, the pressure in the space suddenly increased, and everyone felt as if an invisible stone was falling on them in an instant, making it difficult for them to breathe, their whole bodies trembled, and their faces turned pale suddenly .

"kneel!"

This order involuntarily appeared in my mind, and all the disciples in the imperial dining room bowed down one by one,

The same is true for Yongdong, his eyes were horrified and he had to kneel.

But the little guy, Master Zhan and the others didn't feel anything, they just looked at this scene with doubts, especially Master Zhan and the others, they didn't know what the imperial dining room and the Shaolin monk were doing.

Only the little guy blinked, she knew it must be her father's fault.

This time, she wants to learn.

"Baldy, it seems that you have something to say just now." Wu Tian said while watching Yongdong indifferently.

"Oh Amitabha, what I just wanted to say is that seeing the benefactor is like seeing the Buddha in person." Yong Dong looked respectful and pious, just like worshiping Buddha.

Of course, that's not what he wanted to say just now.

But in this case, the monk still knows what to say is the best.

"Oh? I'm here like a Buddha?" Wu Tian couldn't help smiling, and said, "Then why would I call you a bald donkey? Is that what a Buddha would do?"

Buddha, of course not.Although I thought so in my heart, Yongdong still said sincerely: "Buddha, of course it will be the same. The so-called no-self, no-one, no-sentient, and no-shou, the name is just a title. , the bald donkey is also talking about me as a monk, there is not much difference, everything is empty."

Wu Tian chuckled.He remembered that there was one family among the hundreds of scholars.That is, the Gongsun family, they are good at debating, especially the topic of "a white horse is not a horse".

It's a pity that people from Gongsun's family, if they meet a monk, may not be able to say it.

Wu Tian looked at Zhang Jiuling again, and now Zhang Jiuling was kneeling on the ground, trembling.

"I was wrong." Zhang Jiuling begged for mercy.He didn't dare to provoke such a strong man.

Wu Tian nodded.

But although Zhang Xiguan knelt on the ground, he still gritted his teeth and said, "You are a strong man, but you can't bully others with your strength. My son Jiu Ling has the qualifications of a chef!"

"." Hearing this, Wu Tian chuckled.

In another world, Wu Tian also met an old immortal, he was beaten to death by Wu Tian, ​​and before he died, he shouted: "My son, Wang Dong, has the qualifications of a great emperor!"

It's a pity that the man named Wang Dong never dared to seek revenge from Wu Tian.

Hearing this sentence again, Wu Tian wanted to laugh.Seeing Wu Tian's expression of disbelief.Zhang Xiguan bit him to death again.

"My son, Jiu Ling, has the qualifications of a chef!"

"When he was three years old, he memorized Dongguan's recipes completely. At five years old, he was able to pick up the kitchen utensils and scramble eggs by himself. When he was seven years old, home-cooked stir-fries were no problem."

"When Jiuling was ten years old, he became the chef of a restaurant under the name of Yushanfang. Many customers wanted to eat it again after tasting it."

"When he was 15 years old, he studied abroad and learned from the top gourmet masters there. Everyone, it is said that he was born in this world for gourmet food."

"."

"When I was 20 years old, I was defeated by him in my culinary competition with him. His culinary skills are actually number one in the Imperial Dining Room."

"My son, Jiu Ling, has the qualifications of a chef, it's not a lie!"

Zhang Xiguan said in a low voice, he didn't dare to be too loud.Because he is also afraid of death.

Hearing Zhang Xiguan's people, the surroundings were silent.

Master Zhan also took a deep breath. If Zhang Jiuling is really like this, it is indeed remarkable.

"I'm just a roast duck cook. No matter how good my son is, he can't compare to his son." Master Zhang sighed bitterly.

Master Zhang, he naturally has an inferiority complex.He tried his best to give his son the best.But he also knew that what he gave his son was far from enough.

For children from other families, after the age of 20, their parents buy cars for them, such as BMW and Mercedes-Benz.

But Master Zhang has no money!

"Trust him." But Wu Tian could see what Master Zhang was thinking, and said with a smile, "Prince and general, would you rather be kind?"

What does this sentence mean?
Wu Tian's words stunned everyone.

"Does this gentleman still think that my son is inferior to his son?" Zhang Xiguan looked disbelieving.

"Yes." Wu Tian said as before: "Zhang Jiuling, I don't know if he is a chef. But I do know that he is not as good as Zhan Yan."

Zhan Yan didn't expect that there would be outsiders who believed in himself more than him.

"I know, I know." The little guy suddenly thought of something, looked at Zhan Yan, and said, "You bastard, if you don't go up yet, let my dad point out, point you out, he wants you to be a chef, you No, it will be!"

Little guy, his strength is growing day by day, and his voice is normal.

But still childish, cute and deadly.

And that sentence, he wants you to be a chef, but if you are not, you will be!

But it made everyone dumbfounded,
Is this breath too big?

Especially Zhang Xiguan and others, they all know that martial arts and cooking are two different things.

Wu Tian is good at martial arts, but not good at cooking.Could it be possible to teach the whole world a lesson and admit that the person he appointed is the God of Cooking?
Zhan Yan was depressed, but he still walked up, Wu Tian whispered to Zhan Yan,

Wu Tian's demeanor is elegant, although others can't hear what Wu Tian said, but looking at Wu Tian's demeanor, they feel that time is passing and it is not boring.

Finally, after Wu Tian finished speaking, Zhan Yan walked over, but also picked up a duck that hadn't been trimmed yet but had been plucked clean.

Then, Zhan Yan quickly prepared white vinegar, honey and other ingredients.

He first chooses a large pot, mixes all the marinade ingredients, puts the washed and dried duck into the marinade, and massages it to let it absorb the deliciousness.

His approach is as elegant as an artist's.

It's just a massage, but it's called a duck that hasn't been finished yet, and it emits an intoxicating fragrance.

At the same time, he patted some acupuncture points on the duck, not like making a roast duck, but like practicing kung fu.

The fragrance is getting stronger and stronger, making the mouth water one after another,
Makes one want to taste it now.

"This is... this is the way of cooking? Not impossible, isn't this already lost?" Thinking of something, Zhang Xiguan trembled in surprise, as if he had been struck by lightning.

(End of this chapter)