"The feelings are deep and boring. Let's go one by one!"
While eating dog meat hotpot, everyone exchanged glasses and the atmosphere was very harmonious.
Stephen Zhou did not go to the table, but was responsible for pouring wine for everyone, as busy as a spinning top.
Wang Xu drank a glass of white wine, picked up a piece of yam, put it in his mouth, and said vaguely: "Uncle Lawyer, what do you think of this young man?"
"Which one?" By the way of dog meat, Law had drunk more than two kilograms, and looked at people with blank eyes.
Looking along Wang Xu's hand, Law shook his head. No matter how he looked at it, Stephen and Zhou were two different people.
"Very good, very good!" Law didn't know what he saw, but he was right anyway.
Hearing these two good words, Wang Xu asked Stephen Zhou to pour wine and said: "Uncle, this is my little brother. He has no other hobbies and just wants to learn to cook. Can you make arrangements?"
"This is not easy to deal with. Although the fire-headed monk of Shaolin Temple doesn't sound good to others, he is still in the establishment after all. You, little brother, don't look like a monk at first glance. Putting him in will be an eyesore!"
The legal master was drunk and hazy, hesitating and did not let go.
Wang Xu knew at a glance that he didn't drink enough. He didn't say it, so he took another one.
After two more drinks, Law was shaken. Wang Xu continued: "Uncle, you are the steward of the kitchen. Whether you can do it or not is not a matter of a word. You can say it is okay, you can say it is not okay, and you can say no.
, OK or not. This little brother of mine is a nice guy, hard-working, and accommodating."
"This burp is not easy to make me burp."
"Let's leave another one, Stephen Zhou, come and fill up the Master of Laws."
After drinking another glass, halfway through the drink, the legal master slipped and was about to burrow under the table.
Wang Xu held him up, shook him gently twice, and asked: "Uncle Master, what are you doing? Can this be done?"
"Hiccup will ask him to report on Hiccup Huhuhu tomorrow!"
After the legal master said this, his head tilted and he fell asleep.
Stephen Zhou came up cautiously, poured tea for Wang Xu enthusiastically, and asked: "Boss, how are you doing? Is there any hope for my case?"
"No problem, I'll report to the kitchen tomorrow morning. This matter is settled." Wang Xu took the tea and rinsed his mouth. Looking at the ecstatic Stephen Zhou, he thought that the matter of the Marrow Cleansing Sutra should also be settled.
You know, Stephen Zhou's current dream is to learn cooking skills to defeat Tang Niu and regain the title of God of Cookery.
The Shaolin Temple kitchen in front of him is like an adulterer seeing a silver woman. It's strange that he would be willing to leave.
Wang Xu thought happily that it would only take a few months for Stephen to succeed in his studies. He didn't need a few months, as long as Stephen Zhou stayed in Shaolin for a month, so that he could complete the task.
When the time comes, Stephen Zhou wins back his honor and Wang Xu gets the Marrow Cleansing Sutra he wants. It will be a win-win situation for both of them, not to mention Stephen Zhou's favor.
first day.
"Stephen Zhou, today is your first day in the Shaolin kitchen. How are you studying? Can you adapt to it?"
"It's great. I have mastered the secret of stir-frying. It's not about stir-frying a certain dish, but the essence of stir-frying."
The third day
"Boss, the Shaolin Temple kitchen is great. I learned the essence of stewing today."
The fourth day
"I'm so happy. It turns out that this is how fried food is made. I have learned the essence of fried food."
fifth day
"Today I learned a word about roasting, which was really beneficial!"
Time passed slowly, and Stephen Zhou learned faster and faster.
In the beginning, he still learned one technique every day, then he learned two or three techniques a day. In just fifteen days, he learned all twenty-eight cooking methods.
As long as you are cooking, whether Chinese or Western, you cannot do without these twenty-eight words.
Stephen Chow is not a genius, he is simply a monster.
He can learn the dishes cooked by others at a glance, and he can also innovate and make them more delicious than others.
Wang Xu watched Stephen Zhou grow up day by day, and even he couldn't help but wonder whether there was a system in Stephen Zhou's head, or something like a super chip, otherwise how could he learn so fast.
"Boss, I have learned the twenty-eight methods of cooking. There is nothing left for me in the kitchen. I am going down the mountain today."
Seeing Stephen Zhou carrying his luggage and preparing to say goodbye, Wang Xu had a headache for a while.
If I had known that Stephen Zhou was so talented, I should have delayed letting him enter the Shaolin Kitchen a few days later.
Fortunately, it has only been fifteen days, and he has learned everything that can be learned in the Shaolin kitchen.
Wang Xu counted the days. It was still half a month before the dream master said that Stephen Zhou could come down from the mountain. How could he let this guy go now?
"Have you finished studying?" Wang Xu turned the rosary and seemed to be asking Stephen Zhou again, but in fact he was thinking about countermeasures.
Stephen Zhou nodded slightly, with a smile on his face, and replied: "After learning everything, I am now confident to defeat Tang Niu and regain the position of God of Cookery."
"No, you just learned the kitchen stuff, there are other things you haven't learned."
Wang Xu looked serious and said in a deep voice: "Tang Niu is an abandoned disciple of Shaolin. In addition to cooking, he is also a master-level expert. He is just learning to cook. You can beat him, but he can kill you. It's not safe."
"Then what should I do?" Stephen Zhou hesitated. He had stayed in Shaolin for half a month and knew Shaolin martial arts well.
A master at the master level is not even afraid of bullets when placed outside. Tang Niu's martial arts is so powerful. What will happen if he refuses to admit defeat when the time comes?
Stephen Zhou liked nothing but reading some history books and biographies, and he still had fresh memories of the four great assassins of the Warring States Period.
These famous assassins are best at killing one person in ten steps. When it comes to cooking, Stephen Zhou is not afraid of Tang Niu, but when it comes to martial arts, he is far behind.
"It's simple. I'll take you to a place where I can make sure you learn the best martial arts."
Wang Xu took Stephen Zhou to the Bronze Man Hall. When the eighteen bronze men heard that they wanted to teach Stephen Zhou how to practice martial arts, they all shook their heads like rattles.
Wang Xu couldn't say anything, so he had no choice but to move out the Master of Wet Dreams, and then the Eighteenth Bronze Man reluctantly agreed.
"It took half a month to learn how to cook. Martial arts training can't be easier than cooking, right?" Wang Xu thought while looking at Stephen Zhou standing with the 18th Bronze Man in the wooden port.
In the movie, Stephen Zhou's martial arts looks no worse than Tang Niu's. These martial arts were learned from the Eighteen Bronze Man.
Wang Xu recalled that Stephen Zhou only stayed in Shaolin for one month, but Tang Niu stayed in Shaolin for thirty years. It was really hard to imagine how Tang Niu was hanged and beaten.
Thirty years of hard work is not as good as thirty days for others. Is this the difference between geniuses and ordinary people?
No, it should be a monster. Stephen Zhou's talent and genius can no longer be summarized. He can only be described as a monster.
"Stephen Zhou, if you want to learn martial arts, you will be beaten. Martial arts are all about fighting. Are you ready?"
The eighteen bronze men stood side by side, and the number one bronze man shouted and asked.
Stephen Zhou blinked his eyes, looked at the sneering bronze men, and asked dryly: "I suddenly don't want to learn anymore, is it okay if I don't learn?"
"If you want to learn, you can learn. If you don't want to learn, you can't learn. Who do you think we are?"
Bronze Man No. 1 ripped off his shirt, revealing his golden body, and shouted, "Tell him who we are!"