Gourmet of Another World Chapter 247: The chef dares to come to Fragrant Spring House to make trouble? [Request a monthly ticket]
"Aunt Liu!"
On the first floor of Fragrant Spring House, Aunt Liu sitting on a chair and rubbing his thighs suddenly heard that someone seemed to be calling her, and looked up subconsciously, just seeing Chun Hua in the distance, trotting come with a smile on his face.
"Don't do it? Why don't you go and serve the son, what do you run down to do?" Aunt Liu was puzzled, she had so many tongues that she pulled the aggressive son into it. This is precisely's fat sheep. Brother can't be neglected.
"No ... Aunt Liu, this boy ... is a little weird." Chun Hua is really weird on a cheeky face, and wants to laugh but can't laugh.
The first time she saw such a man with rarely seen, she came to the spring building of enchanting females, for the purpose of eating vegetables, not for ... well, happy.
Also, he eats the food. After eating the food, he can continue to be happy, but this girl eats food but keeps talking.
Aunt Liu listened to the description of Chun Hua. The look on her face was also a little exciting. She had also listened to Bu Fang and asked Fragrant Spring House if there was food. She thought Bu Fang was vaguely asking ... It turned out she would be wrong.
This is really Ah! for food
So, Aunt Liu hurriedly walked towards the room with Chun Hua. Before reaching the room, he heard the continuous slamming sound from the room.
"Is this Drunk Fragrant Fish or vinegar fish? Do you want to sour people with so much vinegar? And why is this fish so hard? The heat is the same as those who just cook."
"This is Lotus Flower Soup? This is rice cereal, isn't it? It's so thick and doesn't have any fragrance at all. Do you think you put a lotus shape precisely Lotus Flower Soup?"
"This Flower Duck Stew, the hair is not cleaned up. Do you eat duck or wool?"
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Bu Fang frowns, every dish I taste is tsukkomi of coldly, my face is full of disgust, and I'm disgusted with these kinds of dishes, so that the surrounding maids are a little embarrassed. These dishes are really Trash?
Although the Masterchef of their Fragrant Spring House is not as good as the Masterchef of the real restaurant of South City, the culinary arts is not unrecognizable. Every dish tastes very good, but in the eyes of this young man, how does it look like garbage?
As soon as Aunt Liu entered the door, he saw the Bu Fang that was constantly falling. His face suddenly was a little awkward. Qiu Yue was aggrieved.
"Oh, son, what's wrong? Is could it be that Chun Hua and Qiu Yue not serving you?" Aunt Liu smiled, sitting beside Bu Fang, and said with a smile.
Bu Fang didn't answer her question, but picked up a rib, mouthed chewing, and put that rib in the bowl.
"The frying time of this ribs is totally wrong. Is your Chef cooked by newbie? The importance of the heat to a dish is self-evident, but the heat of almost every dish is unsatisfactory."
Aunt Liu coughed a little, and his face was a bit ugly, kid ... If it didn't look like you seemed a rich man, Aunt Liu would have turned my face with you.
"My son, our Fragrant Spring House is not a restaurant, are you too strict?" The smile on Aunt Liu's face also gradually disappeared. Chun Hua and Qiu Yue stood behind her, grinning, and nodding.
Bu Fang's chopsticks reached out to the last dish. It was a plate of steamed buns, steaming hot, aroma is not bad.
The name of the dish is Pan-fried Dumpling. The pleated side is flattened and fried in a pan drenched with oil until golden, the crust is tender, and the flavor is extremely strong.
Bite a bite of Pan-fried Dumpling, Bu Fang's eyebrows are slightly raised. The taste of this Pan-fried Dumpling is very good. It is much better than other dishes, but it has too many defects.
"The selected dough is too hard, the fried dough becomes hard and the teeth are not strong enough, the oil in it is not fully catalyzed, and the heat of the fried buns is not well grasped ..."
"My son!"
Aunt Liu looked at Bu Fang, which was about to start torrential again, and looked up and interrupted.
Bu Fang looked indifferent, put down his chopsticks and said, "No matter where you are, since you are serving dishes here, then you are responsible for the dishes, because dishes are also one of the means to retain customers. Chef, we must pay attention to each dish, strictly ... that's for your good. "
Aunt Liu heard Bu Fang's words, the coldness on his face became even worse. The dishes were brought to precisely food, and it was enough to fill the stomach. It ’s not precisely to fill the stomach to eat in the spring floor, so everyone knows how to do it later. Thing?
How come there are so many doorways to Bu Fang, is this kid trying to make troubles, or is this kid precisely a professional cook right now?
"My son, although Fragrant Spring House is a place of wind and rain in South City, but it is not a place where people are bullied. The slaves look at the sons and daughters, and thought they might be some handsome noble sons. It seems that this time it is Aunt Liu. It ’s gone, so entangled with the dishes, so picky about the cuisines, and can still say the truth, is could it be that a chef? "
Aunt Liu said more and more rudely. In the end, the title was directly changed from son to lord. This is the rhythm of completely tearing his face.
But Aunt Liu is not afraid of tearing their faces. The power of Fragrant Spring House in South City is not conceivable by ordinary people. Coming here to troublemaker basically has no good end.
"Yes, I'm precisely Chef." Bu Fang nodded earnestly.
pū chī, Chun Hua and Qiu Yue suddenly behind Aunt Liu covered his mouth and laughed, cook? The guy in front of him is really a cook. They thought that the kid was a rich son, and they were complacent. They never thought that the other was just a poor cook!
Chun Hua and Qiu Yue remembered that the handsome young man in front of him might be wearing a white robe full of oil stains, like those of the kitchen chefs, with a gray-stained towel around his neck. The sweat was endless ... suddenly both could not help but shudder.
When Aunt Liu heard it, Dan Feng's eyes were glared, the only smile on his face disappeared, coldly looked at Bu Fang.
Chef? Is this guy really just a cook? !! What money can a cook have?
"Pa!"
Aunt Liu was getting more and more angry, and the palm of the hand was slammed on the table. The dishes on the table were all rattling collide, and the maids in the room looked at Aunt Liu in atrophy.
Chun Hua and Qiu Yue is also a chilling retreat one step. They know that Aunt Liu is angry, and angry Aunt Liu is very scary.
The two women takes pleasure in other people's misfortunes took a look at Bu Fang, but saw the calm look of Bu Fang, the look on the faces of them was suddenly.
Bu Fang glanced at the woman who slammed the table in front of her, wondering what she meant? What happened to the cook? Why does she look down on the cook?
"A poor and sour chef dare to come to my Fragrant Spring House to put on a big head. It seems that I won't give you any color today to see if you really talk when I am Fragrant Spring House, right?" Aunt Liu stood up, his chest rising and falling, Coldly.
Bu Fang frowned, and her face froze. This woman didn't make sense, didn't she force herself to come in? Why did you come here to pretend to be big?
"Chun Hua, call the guard come! I have to give this boy a lesson today, but it is a waste of expensive expensive dishes."
Aunt Liu said, Chun Hua nodded quickly, she felt that Aunt Liu was at the moment angry, obediently obedient.
"Cook, huh ... poor sour cook." Aunt Liu stared at Bu Fang, shook her head and sneered, and she even looked away.
In fact, she is also clear in her heart. It is not necessary for the chef to say that she has no money, but after all, she initially thought that Bu Fang was a noble boy.
But when he finds out that he is just a cook, he is too different from the psychological expectations in his heart.
Compared with your grandson, the cook is simply the difference between pheasant and Phoenix, the difference between underground and heaven.
Chun Hua is back soon. Behind her, a group of naked men in naked coats and swarms swarm in. The faces of these big Han are full of flesh and blood.
The moment they came in, the maids in the room flinched back.
"Oh, Aunt Liu, shit, who is the humble person who is making trouble Ah?? This time the trouble is still Whitey face Ah?"
The big man in the lead looked at Aunt Liu and said with a smile on his face.
"Chen Weiwei, this kid has no money to learn to make a big head, but a poor Chef dare to come to our Fragrant Spring House to swindle and cheat, and he also abandons our Fragrant Spring House meals. You look at it." Aunt Liu eased slightly, pointing Bu Fang, coldly.
"Oh, boy, you are not brave enough, dare you come to my Fragrant Spring House to make trouble, right?" Chen Huwei eyes suddenly stared, holding the burning stick in his hand, and stepped on Bu Fang. On the side of the chair, staring at Bu Fang.
The guards behind him are also staring at each other, watching Bu Fang jokingly, come to Fragrant Spring House to make trouble ... seeking death?
"Wow!"
The teapot is slightly lifted, and the steaming tea flows out of the middle of the pot, and is poured into the cup.
Bu Fang squeezed the tea cup, took a sip of it, took a sip, and Fragrant Spring House could barely make him satisfied with the tea in front of precisely.
Drinking tea, Bu Fang looked at the surrounding group of people in a hurry, and stared at the guard Chen who looked at him with embarrassment and the Aunt Liu that was so horrible, suddenly at the corner of his mouth slightly.