Master of the city

"What are you afraid of? If you can't finish it, you'll call it Xi Shi banquet. I'll give you some to taste, won't I? "

Zhang Fan's fingers scraped Shi Yixuan's nose. The water tank was flushed for a while, and some of them kneaded their heads.

"Xi Shi banquet? It's a good name. Isn't it specially used for entertaining the young lady? "

As a Chinese master, Lao Hei certainly knows who Xi Shi is. Shi Yixuan, his little teacher, is a stage name of Xi Zi, which means Xi Shi. Moreover, people in the company said that Shi Yixuan herself was the descendant of Shi Yiguang. Then the Xi Shi banquet really has to be eaten.

"Don't worry, young lady. No matter how much is left, I'll be responsible for solving it. Hehe, although I can't compare with that secret son gentleman, my appetite is also very big. "

After hearing that, Shi Yixuan would not object any more. In essence, she is a little woman. What Zhang Fan said is what he said. What's more, there are people who clean up leftovers?

"Well, I'll place an order for you."

Since the guests insist on eating so much. Naturally, there is no reason for waiters to persuade others to be less. What's more, she still has a commission for ordering a Xi Shi banquet.

After the waiter left, Da Laohei snatched back the recipe from Zhang Fan and looked at it page by page. In Da Laohei's words, she has to do her homework well in advance. If she comes back next time, she will rush to do it, so that she won't be ordered by the master, and she won't be ordered by herself.

Zhang Fan is holding Shi Yixuan's wrist, slowly send the true Qi into Shi Yixuan's body. After getting off the plane, Zhang Fan found that the black air wrapped around Shi Yixuan was much thicker than when she was in Jiangzhou city. It seems that we have to give her some real anger from time to time, otherwise, her physical condition will get worse soon.

But there's a good side to it. That is to let Zhang Fan roughly determine where the source of the curse is. The power of the curse is naturally stronger as it gets closer to the source of the curse. Maybe it's in Shi Yixuan, the village where their clan is located.

"Oh, I said that Chinese food is really not very good. Look at these vegetables. They are piled up in a mess on a plate, and they have no aesthetic feeling. Are Chinese chefs just a group of barbarians who only know how to make a fool of themselves with a spoon?

Zhang Fan is thinking about the curse. Behind him came a series of unpleasant sounds.

Zhang Fan looked back and confirmed that he was talking to a man and two women sitting on the table behind him. The man is a white foreigner with a deep nose and deep eyes. One of my two women is pretty. Although she is short, it doesn't affect her loveliness. Another woman, though tall and with a delicate face, knew at a glance that she had been stabbed. For such a woman, Zhang Fan really thought it was too much to look at her.

"When it comes to food, it depends on us in France. Among all the low price Michelin stores, France has the largest proportion of high star stores. Usually, our cooks use more than ten kinds of knives to cook a meal. Skilled knife skills are beyond the reach of Chinese chefs with those simple knives. The delicacy of the dishes is not a grade at all. After this meeting. I hope to invite Miss Jin and miss Shangshan to be my country. I will invite two ladies to taste the best French food. This kind of shop is not Michelin star rated at all. It doesn't match the identity of the two ladies. "

That white skin is always sitting there, boasting and criticizing the dishes on the table.

There are many guests on the second floor at this time. The white man didn't lower his voice when he spoke, which made many guests around him very dissatisfied. However, in line with the idea that more is better than less, we did not speak out.

"Big black, what's Michelin? Isn't it a tire maker? Do they all like rubber in France? "

Van Ge is not a person who likes to make trouble everywhere, but the white man seems to be endless, and he will pass the dishes one by one. It seems that these Chinese dishes are not entertainment, only their French dishes and the funny Michelin are the authority.

"Yes, Michelin is a tire maker. You should have seen their ads. The tire man is like a fat man. "

Da Laohei's intelligence quotient is more than 6. If you dig it out and throw it on the ground, it's one and a half times the size of an average person. Instantly understood Zhang Fan's meaning, and began to praise Zhang Fan.

"Oh, ignorant Chinese. You will eat this kind of food of no grade all your life. It's ridiculous that you don't even know Michelin. "

Zhang Fan and Da Lao Hei's voice is very big, of course, they are meant to make complaints about that. Zhang Fan felt that he was showy with that guy and would definitely fight back. As a result, the goods were really the same as what Zhang Fan thought. He couldn't hold his breath at all and immediately accepted them back.

"Funny, I don't know who's funny. I'll ask you, do you know how to use a knife? You have to use a lot of knives to make a dish. I didn't know that I thought it was for juggling. If it's going to take long, the best chef in the world isn't a fuckin 'Michelin, and the blacksmith in the blacksmith's shop specializes in making knives. If you can say such funny things, you must have never heard of the story of Yu Qian's father wearing a watch. "Zhang Fan's words immediately attracted a burst of laughter from the guests on the second floor.

"That's right. It's a lot of knives. Is it a good idea to add a pedicure knife? I'm afraid you can't eat it. "

"Isn't it? With so many knives, it only shows that your chef has no ability. He is not ashamed, but proud. Is he shameful

"It's ridiculous for a tire company to want to make a food ranking list and give the store a rating. Anyway, I'm still selling grain. I didn't even say what star rating I would give the store. "

Chinese people like to join in the fun most. Zhang Fan took the lead. Those who were not angry but could not speak just now all followed suit.

"Do you think that many of you can represent the truth? How can your Chinese chefs compare with our French chefs in their simple tools? Dao Gong, Dao Gong, first of all, it depends on Dao. Do you understand? You laymen. "

Heard so many people coax, the white man is also very disdainful began to talk back.

"Your dish, sir." A waiter came up from downstairs with a bowl. The waitress who had just ordered took a look at Zhang Fan and put a porcelain bowl on their table with a smile.

To tell you the truth, as a practitioner in the catering industry, listen to what the white men are talking about here. How powerful their French cooks are, how poor their Chinese cooks are. The waitress has endured it for a long time.

"You don't have to give it to me these two days. If you send it to their table, I'll treat them as if I've invited them. Michelin, the French cook in Suning, can't do it. You still don't agree? You say you French cooks are good at knives, don't you? Come on, you're going to get a French cook. Make me a dish like this, and I'll serve you French cooks. "

As soon as Zhang Fan said this, all the diners on the second floor turned their eyes to the porcelain bowl that Zhang Fan asked the waiter to bring to the white man's table.

At this time, the beautiful waiter also reported the dish name very well.

"Wensi tofu, please help yourself."

The name of the dish will come out. The whole second floor was quiet, followed by uncontrollable laughter.

"Man, you are not kind!"

"That's it. It's not so kind!"

"Lying trough, they just want to find a novice to brag about the difficulty. As soon as you come up, you'll give them the whole hell difficulty. I'll do it. No, it's just the knee? Here you are. Here you are... "

"It's just a bowl of noodles, but the shape is a little better."

The white man was a little confused by the Chinese people around him. He was puzzled and looked at the porcelain bowl on the table. His Chinese was not very good. He didn't understand what "Wensi tofu" was. When he saw the white silk in the clear soup, he was very disdainful. The noodles made by their French chef must be much more beautiful than this one.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Henry. It's not noodles. It's a kind of food called tofu. Maybe you don't use this kind of material in French food, so you're not familiar with it. But as long as you taste it, it's not noodles. "

The white man's original name was Henry. At this time, he was talking about the pretty girl he called "Miss Shangshan".

The girl first nodded to Zhang Fan and said "thank you very much". Then she put out her chopsticks, picked up some tofu shreds from the bowl, and sent them to the little mouth with a bit of alluring taste. Then she narrowed her eyes slightly, and her face was full of enjoyment.

"Although I want to protect my companions, I'm afraid that this flavor can only be eaten in China. Even the best assassin master in Japan can't do the same thing. "

"Miss Shangshan, you're exaggerating."

Henry was obviously very unconvinced. But when he put a chopstick of Wensi tofu into his mouth, his face became embarrassed.

Since we are talking about delicious food here, Henry is also a good eater. The smooth taste of the food almost melted in the mouth showed him how delicate the food was.

"Well, how is it made? Did you squeeze it out of a flower mounting bag? "

As if he wanted to make a final struggle, Henry turned his questioning eyes on Miss Shangshan.

"This is the raw material of the dish you are eating, sir. If you are curious, you can study it

At this time, the waitress was very unkind and came up to mend the knife. It seems that she is used to the distrust of Wensi tofu by foreigners. She prepared a piece of South tofu early. When she heard Henry asking, she put the piece of South tofu on their table.