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Chapter five hundred and two tasting dishes

"Everyone, please sit down.",

Mr. Feng motioned for everyone to sit down.

Everyone sat neatly and orderly at the dining table and looked at Mr. Feng.

Mr. Feng looked at the tomatoes and eggs in front of him and tasted them.

"This...this...this definitely doesn't need to be guessed, it can definitely be done from a distance."

Everyone looked at Mr. Feng with surprised eyes, as if they were wondering how Mr. Feng knew.

Mr. Feng drank some water to moisten his throat and said, "Only dishes cooked far away are so salty."

Everyone looked away when Mr. Feng said this.

I felt a little embarrassed to be seen like this by everyone from a distance.

Then Mr. Feng tasted egg soup again.

"Well, this must have been done by the fat man."

Everyone looked at Mr. Feng again.

"There's so much oil floating on the soup, how can anyone drink it?"

Yang Huang looked at Fatty's expression and felt that Fatty's heart must be filled with mixed feelings.

Afterwards, Mr. Feng tasted a few more dishes and finished them with a blank expression.

Finally, Mr. Feng set his sights on Yang Huang’s boiled pork slices.

"Well, bring that over and let me try it."

Mr. Feng took a sip and his eyes instantly lit up.

"Who did this?"

"I did it."

Yang Huang answered.

"It seems that this is the only dish available for dinner tonight."

"When you take a bite of the meat slices of this dish, the soup immediately overflows from your mouth. It feels like every taste bud on the tip of your tongue is opening your mouth to suck in the delicious soup. The aroma fills every cell in your body."

Seeing Mr. Feng’s high praise, everyone couldn’t help but want to go and have a taste.

Everyone looked at the boiled pork slices in front of Mr. Feng, and it seemed that Yang Huang's dish was the only dish on the table that was delicious, tasty, and tasty.

"But Mr. Feng, if you can't eat the dishes we made, what should we eat tonight?"

The fat man asked worriedly, as if he was afraid that he would be hungry tonight.

"I knew you couldn't do it well. I've already ordered the food from the restaurant to be delivered. It should be here soon."

As soon as Mr. Feng finished speaking, he heard someone shouting at the door: "Hello, is this what you ordered?"

The hotel staff at the door were asking questions from inside.

Mr. Feng waved his hand and indicated that this was it.

The waiter brought the dishes to the table little by little.

The man looked at the dishes on the table and was stunned for a moment.

When Mr. Feng saw it, he quickly asked everyone to bring down the dishes he had cooked.

Everyone took away their dishes in despair.

"Hey, wait... Yang Huang, you don't have to serve your food."

Yang Huang glanced at Mr. Feng and then at the dish in his hand before finishing it.

Everyone couldn't help but swallow as they watched the waiters in the restaurant slowly serve delicious dishes.

Yang Huang's dishes are completely comparable to those of these chefs.

Everyone at the dinner table looked at the boiled meat slices in front of Yang Huang and couldn't help but grab it with their chopsticks in the direction of Yang Huang.

"Hmm...it's so delicious. Yang Huang, you deserve such a high praise from Mr. Feng. You can definitely start a side job. The dishes you cook can definitely compete with the world's famous chefs."

Seeing everyone giving such good reviews, Yang Huang couldn't help but step forward to taste it.

"Well, it's really good."

Yang Huang began to boast.

"It seems that Mr. Feng had the foresight to know that the dishes we cooked were inedible and he specially ordered food from outside to fill the gap for us."

The fat man said happily.

Everyone's eyes almost popped out when they looked at the fat man on the dining table, and they couldn't help but want to laugh at the fat man.

In the past, we used to make fun of the fat man during small talk after meals, but now we talk about it directly at the dinner table, completely ignoring the fat man's feelings.

But this thing about fat people is still rare and valuable. No matter what everyone says, fat people never get angry, which is a good thing.

"Fat man, your eyes are almost falling into the food, how can you let me eat it?"

The fat man stuffed food into his mouth and said, "Don't worry, it won't happen."

After a few short words, the fat man was addicted to the world of eating again, fearing that everyone would grab the same thing as him.

Everyone looked at the fat man helplessly and smiled.

"Everyone usually talks to me while eating. Everyone knows what happened at noon today. We all need to learn from Yang Huang, not only the essentials of magic, but also the spirit."

Everyone nodded vigorously after hearing what Mr. Feng said.

After a dinner, Mr. Feng kept looking at Yang Huang, which made Yang Huang very embarrassed. He didn't know whether Mr. Feng had discovered something or if the chef was a Nazi because of the arrival of the woman today.

Yang Huang couldn't take care of that much. He hadn't eaten all day. He looked at the delicious meal on the table in front of him and suddenly didn't know what to eat. He just kept eating what was in front of him.

After dinner, Yang Huang went to bed last night and started a day of practice.

"All the gods in the world return to fire, and all the essences in the world return to water. Water and fire are all in harmony, and all things are harmonious."

The light in the room flickered on and off as Yang Huang absorbed the vitality vigorously.

After practicing these few times, I no longer have the soreness I had in the past.

Yang Huang lay relaxed on the bed and blinked.

"My current magic power cannot be limited to magic. I want to help more people, huh."

In the end, Yang Huang nodded vigorously to show that he agreed with what he said.

Yang Huang was just about to lie down when he heard loud noises on the street outside.

Yang Huang quickly jumped out of bed and ran to the window.

I saw big firelights rising downstairs.

Yang Huang rushed to the door without even changing into his pajamas.

When he reached the door, Yang Huang stopped and looked at his cold feet. He was so anxious that he didn't even have time to put on his shoes.

Yang Huang put on his shoes as quickly as possible and ran out.

People in the gym had already run outside the gym door after hearing the noise.

Yang Huang ran out and cleared away the crowd of onlookers.

It turned out that the noise was caused by a gas explosion in the store downstairs.

Those who didn't know better thought it was terrorists bombing.

Yang Huang looked at the man on the ground who was jumped by the gas tank. His face was covered in blood, making the man in front of him a bloody mess.

The onlookers dialed 120 and shouted.

Yang Huang rushed into the store and saw that the room had been destroyed beyond recognition, and he could no longer tell which was which.

Yang Huang looked at the mess all over the ground.

Not far away, a man pressed by a stone slab shouted in pain with a weak voice: "Help me."

When Yang Huang entered, a woman ran out with blood on her face.

The man who was pressed by the stone slab shouted helplessly from behind: "Save me, let me get out."

But the woman seemed to be running for her life and ignored the man's yelling and cursing.

"Bitch, I gave you so much money, and now you actually leave me alone.

No matter how much the man cursed the woman, he just ran out without looking back.

The man in front of me is about forty years old. I don't know what his relationship is with that woman. Anyway, they can't be husband and wife, otherwise he wouldn't be able to run out desperately regardless of his husband.

Yang Huang looked at the man in front of him who was so helpless. If he didn't help him at this time, no one would help him.

Before the firefighters took out the gas tanks, everyone would watch outside. No one dared to take a step closer for fear of being in danger later.


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