Saint Eyes: The Magic Doctor

"... none of these people knows their true identity, but I heard that their surname is long." Pierre Cardin looked at long Qing curiously, "Mr. long, are you here to protect Wu Lai and miss Murong“

Wu Lai snickered over there. In a sense, Pierre Cardin was right.

"Sort of." Long Qing squinted, then relaxed, nodded and said.

"That's really hard work. You must have a good meal later! You must put forward what you can't do well!" Pierre Cardin hurriedly said, "wait for me a moment, I'll ask the kitchen to add a main course."

"No, I'm not here for dinner. I just say something and leave." Long Qing shook her head, got up and left, and looked back at Murong Yan when she left.

Pierre Cardin wanted to keep him, but long Qing waved his hand and left directly.

"Are Chinese people so dedicated?" Pierre Cardin blinked and asked curiously.

Wu Lai shrugged, looked at the main dish on the table and said, "French snail, classic dish... It's a little different, it seems that it has been improved."

"Mr. Wu is really smart and knows the Pearl. This is a little modification I made according to the Chinese home cooking and eating habits. I heard that Mr. Wu and miss Murong are from the southern province of China, so I added some Chinese special chili to make the taste more agreeable to them.

"What pepper? I'll try it." Wu Lai picked up his knife and fork, took a knife at the French snail, took a bite, and a little surprise flashed in his eyes. He said, "yes, yes, you have brought the morning pepper, and the weight is just right. It seems that you have tried it many times? If you do a little bit, ordinary guests won't like this taste?"

"Yes, after four or five attempts, I finally found the right amount. I don't know how it tastes?" Pierre Cardin looked forward to Wu Lai. Although he thought the taste was ok, it could be regarded as his success only with Wu Lai's approval.

Murong Yan also tasted it. Although she had never caught a cold for these snails and foie gras, plus she had not much demand for food since she reached the heaven. She would eat something occasionally, which had been buttoned down. Her eyes lit up and she couldn't help nodding, "good, good, and my appetite!"

"Really?!" Pierre Cardin finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's really good. It's difficult for you to achieve this level, but for ordinary people, it's just good, but for me, it's a little worse, but it's also very good." Wu Lai nodded, "if it weren't for me, maybe you would have a chance to win the title of Kitchen God in this International Kitchen God competition."

Pierre Cardin was stunned for a moment. One of the waiters on the side understood Chinese and looked at Wu Lai with strange eyes. This Michelin 3-star chef, their executive chef and European chef God, was actually spoken in this tone by such a young man?

They are very clear about how much effort their kitchen god has made over the years. Every year, they are further away from the position of Kitchen God. This year is the most promising year for him. This Chinese person is too proud!