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Dragon Country Restaurant in London.

I can name it after London.

It's enough to prove that he is very confident.

Merely.

Dragon Country Restaurant in England.

No matter how authentic it is, it is also an English dragon meal.

Six o'clock in the evening.

The players arrived on the scene one after another.

Many fans waited at the gate.

As everyone knows, the players were arranged to enter through the secret door in the back alley.

Everyone is looking forward to eating the dragon meal.

In England after all.

There are only three ways to cook.

Set fire to the oven and bake.

Put it in a hot pot and boil.

Or bake it in the oven and then cook it in a hot pot.

He Tuo originally had some expectations.

After all, it is known as the most authentic dragon country restaurant.

That is until he sees that the chef is a typical English man weighing at least 180 pounds and wearing a big brown beard.

And in front of a crowd of ingredients.

With his cooking tools.

Fire oven.

There is also an electric hot pot.

"Enough!"

"I'm in charge of the kitchen today!"

He Tuo couldn't stand it anymore.

The atmosphere has come to this.

You can't eat authentic Dragon Country food.

He's really going crazy.

"I support Ho!"

Drogba raised his little hand.

Compared to fish nuggets and french fries.

He was looking forward to He Tuo even more.

"Seconded!"

Makelele also raised his little hand.

Mourinho looked at the small hands that were raised.

He shrugged.

"Unanimous."

"No matter how unpalatable he is, I admit it."

He Tuo smiled.

"What is this called?"

"Looks like it's time to show what I'm really capable of!"

That's right.

At least in He Tuo came to the parallel world.

He is a very powerful dragon restaurant chef on the planet.

"Let me see what the ingredients are."

He Tuo rolled up his sleeves.

The chef gives way.

Concentrate on He Tuo.

"Bacon, green peppers."

The players all gathered around to admire He Tuo's cooking skills.

He Tuo picked up the olive oil.

"Add more oil to the pot!"

Smerkin spoke immediately.

"He Tuo, you also have a lot of good work!"

He Tuo: You're special.

"Next."

"Wait until the oil temperature is hot."

The crowd just stared at the oil in the pot.

Half a minute passed.

There was not the slightest movement.

"Strange."

"Why isn't the oil hot yet?"

The chef on the side spoke cautiously.

"Well, you didn't fire."

He Tuo patted his head.

"I haven't done it for a long time, I forgot to fire."

Mourinho pulls out his phone.

"Forget it."

"Just in case."

"I'll see if there's any good takeout in the neighborhood first."

He Tuo was not affected in the slightest.

"Shredded green pepper!"

"Bacon diced!"

The chef immediately got to work.

"Green onion and garlic stir-fry!"

"Put the chili peppers!"

"Spicy, must be spicy!"

He Tuo also showed off a spoon when stir-frying.

Makelle next to him once again showed shock in his eyes.

"Now this young man."

"It's not just the ball that's good."

"Cooking is so good!"

The first course is stir-fried bacon with green peppers.

He Tuo then came with fried shredded eggplant.

The crowd couldn't wait.

He Tuo made a dish.

They learned He Tuo's dragon country pronunciation and shouted out the name of a dish loudly.

"Stir-fried shredded pork with potatoes!"

"Spicy fried clams!"

"Leek omelet!"

"Spicy crayfish!"

"Braised pork ribs!"

"Coke chicken wings!"

"Spicy chicken wing root!"

"Sashimi large intestine!"

Since it is in the Dragon Chinese language.

People don't know what sashimi means to have a large intestine.

Look at the crystal clear appearance.

Drogba swallowed wildly.

Very few players recognized it as the large intestine.

Holding back a smile and not saying anything.

They want to see who the victims are.

"Stir-fried meat with garlic sprouts!"

"Tomato and egg soup!"

He Tuo was busy for more than an hour.

The crowd gathered around the long table and drooled.

Color, flavor, and taste!

Jose Mourinho is in the C position.

"Since that's what you did?"

"That's where the pre-meal prayer comes from."

The players are holding hands.

Listen to He Tuo's prayer.

End of the ceremony.

The players moved quickly.

Some players struggled to learn how to use chopsticks.

Drogba stared at the intestine sashimi for a long time.

He couldn't wait to pick up a piece and put it in his mouth.

"The smell."

"This taste."

"Absolutely!"

As soon as I heard Drogba say it was delicious.

Victim No. 2 Smerkin also picked up a piece.

He Tuoqiang couldn't help but smile.

In order not to affect their subsequent appetite.

He Tuo prepared to talk about it after the meal was over.

Everyone ate very well.

They all gave He Tuo a thumbs up.

Every plate was swept clean.

It was as if the group had been hungry for days without eating.

Ten o'clock in the evening.

End of meal.

He Tuo finally couldn't help it.

"Everyone."

"I have news to announce."

Everyone immediately pricked up their ears and listened.

"This plate of crystal clear intestine sashimi."

"Actually, it's the large intestine."

Drogba's face flushed.

"Large intestine?!"

"Where to put??"

He Tuo smiled and nodded.

Smerkin covered his mouth in disbelief.

"Ho!"

"Did you do it on purpose or accidentally!"

He Tuo: "I was intentional and careless. "

"Gross!"

Drogba was the first to rush to the toilet.

A gang followed.

"Gross!!"

"Vomit !!"