It was already 11:30 in the morning, and Luo Shuixi had made an appointment to meet at 12 o'clock, so Leng Xuan said hello to Li Mengjie, then drove out of the villa and drove towards the place where Luo Shuixi lived.
It took more than twenty minutes for Leng Xuan to arrive outside Luo Shuixi's villa. As soon as he entered the door, he smelled a strong fragrance coming from the kitchen. From this fragrance alone, he could tell that the cook was
The chef is very skilled. Luo Shuixi welcomed him into the living room with a smile and said, "To thank you, my grandfather will cook today. You don't know that my grandfather stopped cooking a few years ago. This time
I made an exception to thank you for saving my life."
Leng Xuan immediately smiled and said: "Mr. Luo is so polite, I'm so lucky today." After saying that, he was about to go to the kitchen to say hello to Mr. Luo, but was stopped by Luo Shuixi. He only heard Luo Shuixi's apology.
He said: "My grandpa doesn't like to be disturbed by outsiders when he cooks. You should let him finish the dishes first." Leng Xuan smiled and nodded, but did not insist. He knew that any chef with superb skills has various qualities.
Different etiquette and rules.
After chatting with Luo Shuixi for a while, he saw Mr. Luo walking out of the kitchen wearing a white chef's uniform. He was rosy, full of energy, and there was a little sweat on his forehead. Leng Xuan nodded secretly, it seemed
Mr. Luo's body has indeed recovered, and it seems to be a little healthier than before. He knows this well. The last time he used the true energy of the Nine Suns Casting God Art to repair Mr. Luo's body, he was not only cured.
His injuries, and the warmth of the Nine-Yang God-Forging Technique, indirectly made his body functions much stronger.
Seeing Mr. Luo coming out, Leng Xuan quickly stood up and stepped forward to express his greetings.
Luo Qianzhang smiled heartily and said: "Brother Leng, you are here. Thank you very much for your help last time. If it weren't for you, I would have been buried in the soil by now. Shuixi, please invite Brother Leng to sit down. Food
It’s done and ready to eat.”
Sitting at the dining table, I saw plates of sumptuous dishes being served. These dishes were not big dishes like shark's fin, but simple home-cooked dishes. However, the simpler the dishes, the more the chef's skills can be reflected.
Skills. After the three of them sat down, Luo Qianzhang seemed to be in a good mood. He opened a bottle of Moutai, poured a full glass for Leng Xuan, and then poured half a glass for himself. Then he raised his glass and smiled: "I
I'm too old to drink too much. Come on, let's have a drink as a thank you for saving my life."
Leng Xuan quickly raised his glass with both hands, saying that he didn't dare to take it seriously. After taking a sip of wine, Luo Qianzhang smiled and said: "Come and try my cooking. I haven't cooked for several years, and I don't know if my cooking skills have deteriorated." Leng Xuan
Brother, you are very accomplished in cooking, please give me a review, old man."
"My skills are still shallow, how dare I criticize you?" Leng Xuan replied with a smile, then raised his chopsticks and tasted each dish. After each dish, he would stop his chopsticks for a while, as if
He was savoring it carefully. When he finished tasting all the dishes, he gave a thumbs up and praised: "Old man, your cooking skills are really incredible. I'm afraid there won't be many masters of your level in the country."
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Leng Xuan's praise is sincere. If a dish can have both color and flavor, then the chef can only be called a senior chef at most. Dishes like those made by Mr. Luo are not only perfect in color, flavor, but also infused with emotion.