Oguri turned around and moved his lips without speaking. There was a hint of mockery in his eyes that had not yet dissipated, causing Takeda to narrow his eyes.
He immediately lowered his face and saluted respectfully.
Takeda walked around him and stood firmly in front of him, "What? Even you look down on me?" His voice was a bit sharp.
Xiaoli subconsciously replied: "I don't dare."
Takeda naturally knew how sincere these words were. He frowned, looked at Oguri carefully, leaned close to him and smelled him, and finally noticed something was wrong.
He was thoughtful, then suddenly laughed in a creepy way. He patted Oli's shoulder vigorously, each time harder than the last.
"You are indeed my good disciple..." Takeda twitched the corners of his lips and let out a hehe.
Just when Oguri felt that he had nothing to hide in front of Takeda, Takeda stopped looking at him and returned to his aloof grand master manner. He stepped on the carpet with his clogs and closed the door silently.
Watanabe Murichi was still having a heated fight with Pierre. Without Oguri as an outsider, Watanabe stopped being secretive and turned on the speakerphone, enjoying the tea that Gillian had remade for him.
"Brother Watanabe, I wish you success tomorrow." Pierre said loudly on the other end of the phone.
Watanabe's eyes narrowed with a smile: "I accept your good advice."
After hanging up the phone, he hugged Gillian again, lifted her chin with his fingertips, and pressed her face affectionately. He didn't care at all that his assistant was watching beside him, and he was obviously in a great mood: "Gillian, Gillian, Gillian,
I didn’t expect you to meet such a big shot. Why, was he your... guest before?"
Gillian pushed him away, pretending to be displeased, frowning, and tilting her head angrily: "Mr. Watanabe, are you looking down on me?"
"Of course not -" Watanabe knew he had made a mistake, so he smacked his mouth lightly a few times to apologize to Meijiao Niang, and then coaxed, "It's my fault, I'm not angry anymore..."
Gillian, who was held in her arms again, lightly punched his chest, but there was no emotion in her lowered black eyes. She recalled the night when she followed Watanabe to leave China, and someone slapped her hard.
He scolded her for worshiping money and being vain, and then he knelt down in front of her and begged her not to leave. The crystal tears on her pale face made her features look a little gentler.
"Ha..." She curled her lips slightly and suddenly sighed coldly.
While Watanabe was chatting with others, she calmly turned on her phone, found an unknown number marked with an asterisk, and sent a message: [It's done, don't forget your promise.]
The other party replied after a second: [Don’t worry.]
"Gillian——" Watanabe waved to her.
She deleted the message, smoothed her bangs on her forehead, and smiled charmingly: "Just come."
…
On the day of the finals, light rain began to fall in the early morning. The temperature also dropped several degrees. Fang Zilu flinched when he went out rashly and rubbed the goosebumps that suddenly appeared on his arms.
It was a bit early, and Huacheng was still in a misty atmosphere. The Chinese masters held huge black umbrellas and stepped steadily on the cobblestone road step by step to start the final journey.
"Hiss——" Pushing open the door of Huaxia store, a cold breath hit his face, making Fang Zilu gasp again.
Master Ah Si calmly gave the order: "Let's start working."
Debone the raw chicken, chop the chicken into mince, cook the chicken bones into soup, and then use the minced chicken to absorb the impurities in the soup, leaving the purest and most original chicken soup; chop the pig bones into pieces, blanch them, and stew them in a slow-fire casserole.
, stew until large milk-colored bubbles appear in the soup. This is big bone soup; fry the fish until brown, mash it with a spatula, then pour in boiling water and cook until it boils, drain the fish residue, and then slide in the tofu.
And preserved egg cubes, this is preserved egg fish soup.
"Hmph haha, use the nunchucks quickly. Hey haha..." Fang Zilu held the knife in one hand, one at a time, and smashed the garlic seeds on the chopping board into small pieces. This was his main job today - a qualified seasoning.
Commissioner.
Chef Ah Si opened the casserole, piled on all the ingredients, and started cooking a simple version of Buddha Jumping Over the Wall.
Zhang Hua is making mushroom soup, using the simplest ingredients to get the most delicious taste.
Jiugong hot pot, this small pot will present nine different flavors. And...different guests can have different surprises when they taste it——
It was approaching meal time, and more and more people were on the street. Fang Zilu poked his head out of the open window. The rain stopped at some point, but the temperature was still a little low. He smiled and felt warm and heart-warming.
Isn’t the Jiugong hotpot the best way to keep out the cold?
The first group of guests greeted by the door were a young couple. It was said that they came from a small town in the south to spend their honeymoon in the Flower City. Unexpectedly, they were caught up in the heyday of the food competition.
Fang Zilu walked handsomely, picked up the handmade menu that had been prepared overnight, and explained it to the two of them.
The woman looked at the huge copper pot painted with watercolors on the menu, and the steaming heat made her smile. She quickly said, "Hot pot? I've eaten it before!" She and her friends had eaten Chinese hot pot before.
It was delicious and something she would never forget in her lifetime, but there was one thing she didn't like. She frowned and waved her hand: "Don't make it too spicy."
Fang Zilu winked at her playfully: "The spiciness accounts for 4 of the Jiugong pots, and the remaining five are non-spicy."
The woman was overjoyed, "I want that one, hurry up. The weather in Huacheng is so erratic, I miss the warm sunshine in the south."
"Is the scenery in the south very beautiful?" Fang Zilu asked nonchalantly, writing down the menu the man ordered on the cardboard.
The woman had a look of longing and a unique pride in her hometown: "There are endless tulip fields and vast pastures there. That's my husband and I's hometown, Linan."
Li Nan. Fang Zilu recited the name silently, then put it behind him, checked the menu with the two of them, and held out a finger: "Please wait ten minutes."
"Master Lai, one portion of fish fillet, one portion of mutton and beef. Master Zhang, one portion of special snacks..." Fang Zilu shouted to the kitchen, several chefs responded, and the sound of knives was heard.
The tenderloin is taken out of the pot, drained and cooled, and sprinkled with fine powdery seasonings. From a distance, it actually glows with fine pearlescent light, which is the unique luster of small crispy meat.
"The snacks provided by our store can be eaten alone or boiled in a pot." Fang Zilu took a large pot and placed it in the middle of the table, lit the flame below, and presented a small plate.
The rich aroma of barbecue powder stimulated their nostrils. The man swallowed and carefully picked one up.
"Crack--" The meat was fried to a crispy texture, and when you bite it lightly with your teeth, it made a crisp cracking sound. When you chew it, the toughness of the meat is fully revealed. This thin and fine texture is accompanied by a slight tingling.
No matter how you chew it, you never get bored with the taste, and it even becomes more and more addictive. As soon as you swallow it, the delicious aftertaste fills the air again.
The man happily picked up another piece, but the woman stopped him: "You are not allowed to eat it."
"Uh, can't I have another one?" The man looked at the little crispy pork that was already in his hand, and wanted him to put it down again, but it was harder than reaching the sky, so he could only plead with the woman.
The woman had no choice but to let go of him: "Then this one."
Fang Zilu was holding back a smile. Family status was indeed not a fine tradition only in China. It was the same abroad. He couldn't help but look at the man with sympathy. He thought of his wife who was still waiting for him to go home in the magical city.
Straighten your chest.
"Is the white bottom of the pot pure water?" the woman curiously pointed at the clear bottom of the Jiugong pot and asked.