The Beauty of Eating Halberd Collectors

Spicy, not irritating, but very addictive and not thirsty.

Among the three, Jiu I Zhaoji felt the most. He had tasted the Mapo tofu made by Lin Feng at the beginning, but he did not expect to taste Lin Feng's cooking again today. The latter's cooking skills have improved so much.

"hiss"

Hojo Renzhi, who tasted the magic mapo tofu again, gradually turned red.

The rich garlic fragrance fills the mouth, and the tongue tip, which was numbly numbed by the spicy, gradually recovered, and the body and mind are also happy.

At the same time, the middle-aged man showed a puzzled expression and said, "No, this taste is not right."

"Look, let's just say, how could the kid win Mr. Jiulong."

"Have you heard, some judges have said that his Magic Mapo Tofu tastes wrong!"

"The outcome has been decided, the kid can't even protect the kitchen knife, will he be beaten by his mother when he goes home?"

Everyone from the perspective of Jiuwotang's goodness saw that some judges questioned Lin Feng's cooking, and immediately began to fall into the trap.

After hearing the voices of the crowd, Hojo Miyoko's pretty face was dazed, and she shouted, "What do you know?!"

"us"

Turning around, the man who was about to scold 017 saw that it was Miyoko Hojo, and quickly said with a sneer, "What do you know, little girl?"

"You're crazy, she's the daughter of Chef Hojo." The companion beside the man said in a low voice.

After hearing his companion's words, the man was startled first, then showed an indifferent expression and said, "Hmph, even the daughter of Chef Hojo shouldn't have long hair and short knowledge!"

"you"

Hojo Miyoko was about to say something, but was stopped by Yamato Ryoko.

Seeing her mother shaking her head, Hojo Miyoko glared at the other party, and then put her eyes on Lin Feng, expecting the other party to make a move that would surprise everyone.

However, Lin Feng had his hands wrapped around his chest, and he always had a shallow smile on his face.

"No, definitely not!"

"The taste is wrong, the chew is wrong!"

"This should be"

The middle-aged man looked down at the plate, rolled back and forth with the spoon in his right hand, and said, "It's not meat foam!!"

Not meat foam? !

After hearing the middle-aged man's words, both Hojo Jinzhi and Kuga Teruki both stopped tasting the food and focused on the brown powder wrapped in Mapo Tofu. .

Body 213. The wonderful taste ensemble of tofu and meat

Not meat foam? ! !

For a time, the topic raised by middle-aged diners lingered in everyone's mind. Shouldn't beef stuffing be used to cook Mapo Tofu?

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

Teruki Kuga and Hitoshi Hojo, who were sitting on the chairs, picked up a pinch of brown powder with chopsticks and slowly put it into their mouths to chew.

"This is"

The two voices sounded in unison.

For a long time, I Zhaoji's eyes widened, and the memory of traveling to Sichuan and other places in the past gradually came to my mind, and my eyes became slack.

Not only did I make this expression according to the discipline for a long time, but the well-informed Hojo Renzhi of Hojo Building, the expression presented was the same as seeing something incredible.

Seeing the expressions on the faces of the two of them, Jiu Itangshan immediately turned to look at Lin "Zero Seven Zero" Feng, the eyebrows were frivolous, the corners of his mouth twitched, and the blue veins on his forehead were all describing this superb chef. , the inner mood fluctuated violently,

Facing the eyes of Jiuwutangshan's hatred, Lin Feng's face was calm, and everything in front of him was in his expectation.

Even if Jiugotangshan made special mapo tofu, Lin Feng is confident to win with magic mapo tofu, and the real taste of this dish has not yet been revealed! !

"Humph."

For a long time, Tang Shan snorted coldly, calmed down his emotions, and continued: "What if it's not meat foam? Mapo tofu is not."

"you are wrong!"

Not long after I finished speaking, a voice came from behind him.

Hojo Renzhi put the chopsticks on the table, took out a tissue and wiped the oil stains around his mouth, and looked at the Mapo tofu on the plate with a solemn look on his face.

The Mapo tofu that Jiuwotangshan cooked before had no such taste, some were just spicy, but when he tasted Lin Feng's magic mapo tofu, the taste was perfectly presented, and even the taste was very mild. This is simply incredible!

It's just that the taste should be

Seeing that Hojo Renzhi just said a word, he frowned and didn't know what to think, and the crowd began to discuss.

However, the topic of discussion did not leave Lin Feng and Jiu Itangshan, after all, such a scene is rare.

However, no matter how you look at it, Lin Feng looks like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old kid. No matter how powerful this kid is, he shouldn't be able to compete with Jiujiu and my sous chef.

"Am I wrong?"

Jiuga Tangshan took a deep look at Hojo Renzhi, and then put his eyes on the mapo tofu on the plate, and he didn't feel the light. How could this mapo tofu be better than what he made?

Subconsciously, Jiugatangshan said impatiently: "If that's the case, then declare the final winner?"