Gourmet food starts from the green leather train chef

Chapter 72 The Chicken King Arrives
The beauties were still throwing up, so the fat man kindly gave them plastic bags. As a gentleman, of course he should make the ladies feel comfortable.

I gradually got used to spitting and spitting. I don’t know if it’s the reason why things go against each other. Looking back at Xu Ning’s words now, it seems that the pig’s intestines are not that scary anymore. Is it close to the taste of pig intestines?
When pig intestines were cut into beautiful circles under Zhou Zhou's knife, white radish was stuffed inside, and then sprinkled with a little sweet and sour tomato sauce that Fujian people love most, even Zeng Qianrong began to think that this This kind of food does not seem to be completely unacceptable.

Of course, this is a crooked way of eating, and Boss Cao has always been ashamed; of course, a foodie like him will eat nothing. Master Xiao Zhou's stewed vegetables are the best in the world, with any sauce added The material is the biggest insult to it!

Boss Cao left the dining car satisfied after tasting half a large intestine. When he left, Zeng Meili had already carried a large bag of entangled pig intestines in her hand. Boss Cao must have a supper tonight. Panchang war' is unavoidable.

When he left, Boss Cao was a little bit reluctant. If there wasn’t an important meeting waiting for him to chair in Chang’an, maybe he would follow the car all the way to Shanghai. As long as he could eat delicious pig’s trotters, let alone Shanghai. , What's the harm in going to the ends of the earth?
Boss Cao, who was about to get off at Qingtang, has already patted Zhouzhou on the shoulder affectionately, and called his little brother; moreover, he has made a man-to-man agreement with the 'little brother'. When the train arrives at Chang'an Station, my old Cao will be back!
Once you come, you won’t leave. I will accompany you all the way to the east, to the magic capital!

When he was about to get off the car, Boss Cao smiled and waved to Su Rou who came to deliver the car, and nodded vigorously twice.

Seeing the boss like this, Zeng Qianrong knew that the little fox of the Su family had succeeded.However, even she secretly supports the promotion of Chinese food standards, and I believe Madam will not object.

Not because of anyone, of course, but for profit.

Michelin is not a fool. Would it be worthless to spend a lot of money to hire judges to put money on the faces of restaurants all over the world?

What people really want is that high-end restaurants all over the world have Michelin signs!

Research results have proved that people will relax their guard when eating, and are most likely to be influenced by various advertisements; Michelin's move is simply a work of genius. All high-end consumers who enter Michelin restaurants will recognize high-end restaurants subconsciously. Got 'high end' Michelin tyres.

Think about it, if one day 'Ford restaurants' spread all over the high-end catering market, wouldn't it be a matter of course for Ford glass to become the most high-end auto glass in the world?

The time x164 arrived at Qingtang Station was four o'clock in the morning. When Boss Cao walked out of the carriage under the silver frost of the late moon, Zhou Zhou and Aunt Xia were receiving various supplies brought by Wang Fatty, the logistics department of Qingtang Section.

Fatty men are still reliable. Fatty Wang started to get busy after answering Aunt Xia’s call. He prepared a complete set of ingredients, including the top Yanchi Tan sheep, [-]cm long high-quality matsutake, and high-quality yak meat.
It’s just that the 130-day-old Tibetan black chicken is really hard to find. Fatty Zheng from the Tibetan capital section probably stumbled Lao Wang a lot; for Goddess Bo’s smile, I don’t know where Lao Wang dispatched the Qingyuan chicken from Guangdong Province. Although it is slightly inferior to Tibetan black chicken, it is considered a top-quality ingredient.

Zhou Zhou always felt that the fat directors of the several train depots were fighting secretly. As long as Aunt Xia spoke, they could immediately turn the kitchen of x164's dining car into a kitchen for the state banquet.

The highlight is those fiery roses, which were originally just an auxiliary material for 'dried roses to force suckling sheep', how much can be used?
And it doesn't have to be fresh roses, dried ones can actually be used, but Fatty Wang almost filled up half of the station, and the red ones looked weird.

Aunt Xia couldn't even count, how many roses are these?
Old Wang is a big man, he lowered his head shyly when he heard the question, rubbed his feet on the ground, his hands were still clutching his clothes, he held back for a long time before he could say, "Nine nine hundred and ninety-nine, hehehe"

Aunt Xia's face flushed slightly, and she punched him in the chest coquettishly, "Do you hate it, do you hate it?" '

Fatty Wang was so overjoyed immediately that Zhou Zhou almost pulled a kaleidoscope out of his eyes.

"Master, does that fat man have some kind of illness?"

When Fatty Wang happily clutched his chest and left, Hu Lingjiu, Chicken King of Guangdong Province, was hurrying towards x164 with his three apprentices.

His youngest apprentice is also in his [-]s this year, but he still can't change his bad mouth.

Hu Lingjiu glared at the third child: "Don't talk nonsense! Everyone has the right to pursue love, and you can't discriminate against people just because they are fat."

"Master is right, but master, I hang the Michelin brand just to make money. Xiaohua said that if I don't have a big house, I will never want to marry her. I am also pursuing love?

Besides, the senior brother and the second senior brother have also hung the Michelin brand."

"Did I tell you to take off your badge?
By saying this, you are sure that the master will lose! "

Hu Lingjiu raised his leg and kicked the youngest Xie Guangyun's ass, and said angrily: "Don't say you master, I won't lose, it's really unlucky to transport, and it's the three of you who picked up the brand together, and you call it alone!" What kind of injustice?
I've been famous for cooking chicken all my life. If I can't compare to a young chef, then I don't need others to smash my brand, I will smash it myself!
The signboard of the master is smashed, do you still have the nerve to hang the signboard of the three of you? "

"Master, you misunderstood, how could you lose to a young man?
What I'm worried about is Mr. Zhang, you lost to him back then, didn't you? Who knows if he dug a trap this time? "

"Back then? Who told you what happened back then?
OK!You don't need to tell me that I can guess that it is the boss, let's see how I will settle accounts with him when I go back! "

Hu Lingjiu burst into rage when he mentioned the events of the past. Look at his fate, what kind of apprentices did he accept?
The third child is a bitch, and the eldest is a loudspeaker. That is to say, the second child is a little normal, but has a little communal syndrome, and likes to contact a female reporter, female host, female announcer or something.

Oh I said fate.
Hu Lingjiu is full of tears just thinking about it
The master and the apprentice came to the door of the soft sleeper carriage noisily, saying a word to each other.

x164 The return ticket from Tibet is not particularly tight, and the soft sleeper ticket is the best one to buy; Hu Lingjiu asked clearly the carriage where Mr. Zhang Zhouxuan was in, and bought the ticket for this carriage, not for anything else, just for the sake of safety Once angry, it is easier to fight.

"Old Hu, are you coming?"

A figure flashed in front of the carriage door, and the old man poked his head out, looking at Hu Lingjiu with a smile.

"That's right, it's the same old fox who rushed to find out who won or lost. No, this is wrong. It seems that you haven't won in all these years, so you're left to lose in front of me, right?
Hahaha, if you want me to tell you, old fox, you really need to change it, it’s not good to be too determined about winning or losing, after all, you’re getting older and you’re prone to injury.”

"Okay, good old Zhang!"

As soon as he looked up and saw Mr. Zhang Zhouxuan, Hu Lingjiu gritted his steel teeth.

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