Best Young Chef

The soup, like a dancing spirit, churned in Zhao Zilong's mouth.

The taste of the soul immediately conquered Zhao Zilong's taste buds.

He felt that the thick taste in the soup spread around him, as if forming an inherent space. He is floating in this space, just like a happy angel.

Where the delicious food goes, the pores of his whole body are open, which can be called smooth and dripping.

After a long time, Zhao Zilong woke up from the delicious food and felt as if he had passed away.

As the top psychic food of * *, the colorful chicken has already developed a aura. Coupled with Gu Yang's skillful cooking, this soup has the power of vividness, which makes everyone lose their manners.

When his eyes fell on Gu Yang again, he immediately looked at him with new eyes.

"Smelly boy, what are you looking at?" Gu Yang gave him a white look.

"Uncle Gu, this soup is really delicious." Zhao Zilong said sincerely.

"Don't flatter here. We're not that familiar."

Gu Yang felt slightly stunned and then turned his head to one side.

"Uncle Gu, I want to learn how to make soup with you!"

Zhao Zilong came forward and said solemnly.

"Cut, say a word, want to learn to make soup with me, who do you think you are?" Listen to this, Gu Yang stares at him one eye, do not have good spirit ground to cry a way: "look for girlfriend, seem to also have to send bunch of flowers?"

"Or chrysanthemum?" Zhao Zilong suddenly smiles and asks wickedly.

"You son of a bitch." Gu Yang kicked over.

Zhao Zilong avoided this and was just about to continue to ask, but Gu Yang pointed to the soup pot on one side and said to Zhao Zilong, "boy, go, give me a bowl of soup!"

If in peacetime, Gu Yang so call him, he would have scolded in the past.

But at this time, after seeing his super cooking skills, Zhao Zilong's heart could not help breeding a sense of respect. He ran over and filled a bowl of soup, and brought it to him in both hands.

"The soup is a little hot. Take your time!"

Zhao Zilong said and helped to blow the air.

"Go away, be careful to splash the water."

Gu Yang took the soup, white he called.

Just then, eight waiters came in.

Under the command of an Shengxue, they served eight portions of soup and took it out.

"Why, uncle Gu, what's the matter?"

Seeing this scene, Zhao Zilong asked with some incomprehension.

"In order to make a name for Yangzhou Hotel, miss an asked for eight bowls of soup from me and sold them at the price of 200000 yuan per bowl. It can be said that dullele is not as good as zhonglele." Gu Yang said lightly.

"Gee, it sounds really good. After hunting the colorful chicken, not only can we have a good mouth, but also can make customers get benefits. More importantly, we also make money." Zhao Zilong said happily.

"In fact, this colorful chicken can boil soup for seven times. The first time is the best. The next few times, one time is not as good as the other. Finally, the meat of the chicken can be sold for money."

"However, for us practitioners, the soup is the most valuable. It can nourish the body and mind, moisten the spirit, and even trigger enlightenment, which is helpful to practice with concentration. "

"So, after we have tasted it, we can turn it into profit. It's not in vain for you to go all the way and fight again to get this colorful chicken."

"According to an's calculation, the meat of seven times Tangjia colorful chicken can create nearly ten million value. At the same time, it also plays a great role in promoting the business of Yangzhou hotel. "

See Zhao Zilong full of joy, Guyang's face also began to smile.

"It's so powerful. This colorful chicken can create so much value at the same time. It's all thanks to Uncle Gu's skill. We have to thank you very much." Hearing this figure, Zhao Zilong was surprised.

"Cut, don't fake it here. You are a double faced boy."

Gu Yang glared at him impolitely.

"Look at what you say. Am I that bad?"

Zhao Zilong scratched his head and asked in embarrassment.

"Don't you want to thank me, then wash my feet." Gu Yang's eyes turned, stretched out a super big foot with forty-three yards, and said with a bad smile in front of Zhao Zilong.

Looking at the big foot and imagining its poison gas power, Zhao Zilong had a big head.

Nearby, Jin Tang and others looked at him with great interest, with a smile in their eyes.

"Well, it turns out that your words are just deceiving."

Seeing that Zhao Zilong didn't move, Gu Yang grinned.

"I'll spare no effort, let alone wash my feet. Even if I help you to take a bath, I'm not vague. I promise to clean your inside and outside without leaving a dead corner." Zhao Zilong gritted his teeth and cried.

After hearing this, Gu Yang was stunned and then showed his disgust."Don't worry, old man. It's better to do this kind of work with a delicate and charming beauty. " Gu Yang said.

"So you don't have to wash your feet?" Zhao Zilong asked tentatively.

"Of course not. I'm teasing you." Gu Yang said.

See two people in joking between let go of the past, everyone can't help secretly nod.

After drinking the qicailing soup, they all made a big meal.

At this time concentrated in the kitchen, is the core strength of Yangzhou hotel.

Gu Yang, Jin Tang, Jin Zheng, Zhao Zilong, and four other psychic chefs all have their own unique skills and can be regarded as a gathering of talents.

At this point, they make food for themselves, and naturally they don't keep their hands.

With the support of abundant psychic food materials in Yangzhou Hotel, Jintang made a stewed silver star fish, Zhao Zilong made a stir fried jade cabbage, and the others made a psychic dish they were good at.

After the meal was served, they sat down and ate together. The atmosphere was warm.

Especially driven by Guyang, they all told stories about their hunting and cooking, which made Zhao Zilong, who had little experience in cooking, gain insight.

After dinner, everyone went to their own busy.

Zhao Zilong went back to his room and continued to meditate with his knees crossed, digesting psychic food.

Almost all psychic food is pure. Only in this way can the spirituality it carries be better stored. Today, Zhao Zilong has eaten a lot of good things. Naturally, he should absorb his spirit.

After he absorbed all the psychic factors, not only his skin became more white and delicate, but also his temperament became more ethereal. In addition, his physical strength has fully recovered and he feels full of strength.

When he summoned the blood snake to study carefully, he found that it was stronger than before. The python pattern on its body is also more clear, and the blood red eyes blink, showing bursts of evil spirit.

At this time, it has already transcended the form of a blood snake and initially possessed the essence, Qi and spirit of a blood python.

"This guy is strong enough, but I don't know if he will turn back at the critical moment." Zhao Zilong reached out and gently stroked the blood python, but he couldn't help sighing.

The blood boa and Zhao Zilong had a heart to heart relationship, and seemed to feel his worries. He shook his head in front of him, as if to please him, and as if to show loyalty to him.

The next day, the food therapy operation of Yangzhou military division finally began!

Those soldiers in camouflage rushed to Yangzhou Hotel and began to accept Zilong's diet therapy. It's a big business. He can earn money every day, which makes Zhao Zilong very happy.

It's just that what makes him big is that it's Li Qiushui who leads the team today.

She entangled in Zhao Zilong's side, sometimes coquetry, sometimes funny, straight make him secretly wry smile.

"Hey, Li Qiushui, the soldiers who came for food therapy today should be close to 200. There are two companies. How can you lead the team?" Zhao Zilong was so worried by her that he could not help scratching his head.

"First of all, please correct your address!" Li Qiushui said with a frown.

"Why, is it wrong to call you Li Qiushui?" Zhao Zilong was surprised.

"We are all so familiar. You are still my royal chef. How can you use such a strange name when communicating? Why don't you call someone else water? " Li Qiushui straightened his little nose and said mischievously.

Listening to her delicate voice, and the ambiguous meaning of the words, Zhao Zilong felt bitter.

The girl was born a beautiful, green flower in the army, enchanting soldier sister.

Her small figure without a trace of fatness is quite charming. She is a model in a windbreaker, a stewardess in a skirt, an imperial sister in a professional dress, and a mysterious little witch.

Although her temper is not very good, but also love funny, but can not cover up the characteristics of beauty.

What makes Zhao Zilong hard is that the elder martial sister can see and eat.

Since it's not your own dish, don't lift the lid to avoid natural disasters.

Zhao Zilong reluctantly suppressed his mind and said to Li Qiushui, "first of all, I'm not your royal cook, and we're not that familiar. More importantly, the name Shuishui is too evil!"

"Why is it evil? It's called Li Qiushui, and its nickname is Shui Shui. Even my sisters call me that. Why is it evil? Why can't you Li Qiushui exclaimed angrily.

"Besides, you dare to deny my identity as an imperial cook in front of my princess. Are you impatient?" Li Qiushui stretched out a white finger and pointed at him.

"It's just a name. There's no need to be so serious?"

Zhao Zilong does not want to entangle with him, laughs, ready to change the topic.

"Don't do that. Come on, let's hear it."Li Qiushui took Zhao Zilong by the arm and asked him.

"No, it's embarrassing." Zhao Zilong turned his head to one side.

"I don't care, you must call, or I'll let Yangzhou hotel close today." Li Qiushui held Zhao Zilong's face in both hands, forced him to twist in front of him and threatened him.

"Well, water, my good water."

In desperation, Zhao Zilong had to give in to her superficially.

In view of her domineering behavior, Zhao Zilong was obviously soft, but secretly took a small revenge on her. He used his energy to see her body all over again, and the beautiful scenery made him relaxed and happy.

"Good. That's what I'll call it later."

Li Qiushui doesn't know why, so he is still complacent.

"Gee, there are camouflage close fitting clothes. They look very chic." Zhao Zilong ignored her reaction and couldn't help muttering under the intoxication.