"Oh, this eating scene, I remember when I was fleeing famine in the early years, people were very hungry, this is what they looked like."
"Which hotel do these kids belong to? They were so hungry that they just grabbed them."
At the long dining table on the left side of the banquet hall, Huang Xiaobei and others were being watched as if they were rare animals.
He looked at the looks the chefs and bosses beside him were giving him. He was holding a lobster in his hand. The greasy-mouthed correspondent was a little confused. He lightly kicked Lao Weidao, who was holding a plate and licking it next to him.
, "Hey, restrain yourself, this is a banquet."
Lao Wei looked at Tang Monk beside him, who was grabbing a roast leg of lamb and gnawing wildly. Then he looked at Li Zhifei, who was stuffing barbecue into his mouth. He looked like he hadn't eaten in decades. What's even more exaggerated was Brother Mao Zi, with his right hand.
Pork leg, champagne in left hand, took a bite of pork leg and blew a bottle of champagne. When finished, he wiped the wine stains from his beard and laughed boldly. His attitude was like a mountain king.
Looking at the three people beside him, Lao Wei said, "I'm so elegant. Look at those three guys. They're not much more exaggerated than me. Also, you just had a lobster in one hand.
How much better than me?"
Huang Xiaobei looked at the chefs and bosses around him with faces that looked like rare animals, and immediately stepped on the words "human face" under his feet.
Hey, why bother with so many, just eat, no one knows them anyway.
After thinking about this, Commissioner Huang and the others completely let go...
"Come on, come on, it's open to eat today. My dear, this Donghuang Hotel is really willing to spend a lot of money. It has all kinds of delicious food. Come to Lao Wei and try this black fish soup. It's really delicious."
Lao Wei was trying his best to put the red bean smoothie into his mouth. He took a moment to say, "Where did you put it? Let me take your time."
Huang Xiaobei drank up the black fish soup in the bowl, then looked at the waiter who was staring at him across the way, and said with a smile on his face, "Excuse me, give me another bowl."
Just as the waiter was about to reach out, he saw a bald man next to him put his face on the empty plate and licked the soup on it disgustingly with his big scarlet tongue, crying while licking it.
"Damn, it's delicious! It's so delicious! I haven't eaten something so delicious in years! The last time I ate it, it was flat peach."
A food critic standing next to Tang Seng wanted to try the braised abalone plate next to him, but before he even stretched out his chopsticks, he saw Tang Seng looking at him like a vicious dog guarding his food. The critic was frightened.
Ma Liu dropped his chopsticks and left.
Wang Erming also fully demonstrated the characteristics of Li Zhifei he played. As soon as he entered the banquet hall, Erming rushed directly to the dining table. He just grabbed whatever he could and stuffed it into his mouth, without caring whether he could eat it or not.
After chewing carefully, he took a deep breath and swallowed it while rolling his eyes. He didn't look like a rural countryman who had never seen the world at all, but looked more like someone who had been eating Overlord meals for many years.
Watching those people eating, watching the empty plates being piled up next to them one after another, several waiters gathered together and exchanged words with fear.
"Should we call the police?"
"Are these five chefs really coming to participate in the competition? It doesn't look like it..."
"Why do I feel like a contestant in last year's Big Eater?"
At this time, the crisp sound of a plate breaking suddenly came from the mouth of a blond foreigner. The envoys were all stunned.
Brother Maozi, who looked like a mountain king, finished chewing a pig leg in half a minute. He was a little drunk and said cheerfully, "Senior, what are you eating? Why is the sound so crispy?"
Weslin chewed the dregs of the plate in his mouth, and continued to stretch his greasy hands towards other exquisitely crafted delicacies.
"I don't know, it's probably brittle bones, right? Hey, wait a minute, these brittle bones are quite salty and smell of blood."
Looking at Lao Wei, whose mouth was full of blood and still chewing desperately, two envoys with poor mental endurance were completely frightened and fainted...
"I said, let the security guard come up? You're not here to cause trouble, are you?"
"If nothing else, why don't these five men have anything to do with the chef?"
The waiters at the Donghuang Hotel, who usually serve high-end people, saw this kind of eating scene that only appeared on TV for the first time. It has to be said that the waiters were frightened, and they couldn't help but be frightened, you say.
This competition is originally a cooking competition, and the people who come here are either chefs or bosses, and everyone has a good reputation. If you look at these people, some people will believe them when they say they are refugees who have just escaped from the battlefield in Syria.
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To be honest, Huang Xiaobei and the others didn't want to be regarded as refugees or people fleeing famine for being so worthless, but they had no choice. The banquet tonight was indeed ridiculously good.
Hundreds of dishes of all kinds of delicacies were placed in front of them, including Chinese delicacies flying in the sky, swimming in the sea, and swimming on the ground.
As soon as they entered the banquet hall, several elder brothers were still trying to show off, but they had no choice. Everyone around them was in suits and ties, with smiles on their faces. They didn't want to be watched.
Even when they took the first bite, Huang Xiaobei and the other five were quite reserved and ate slowly and slowly with chopsticks. However, after taking the first bite of delicious food, Huang Xiaobei and the other five were all stunned for a moment.
After a while, the chopsticks were thrown aside, and after a while, they started to use them. After two minutes, refugee images were written on the faces of the five people.
In front of those delicious delicacies, Huang Xiaobei and the other five said, Damn, I can't control it!
Forget it, just go ahead and eat, no one will recognize them anyway.
Seeing the five Huang Xiaobei's eating faces as if they were reborn, the guests around them who were attracted by them really expressed their wish that they had seen each other for a long time.
Looking at Huang Xiaobei competing for grilled prawns with Tang Monk, looking at Wang Erming desperately stuffing barbecue into his mouth, looking at Brother Maozi with vodka in one hand and sheep hooves in the other, and then looking at the bag in his hand while eating.
Wesley, when the bag was full, he hid it in his clothes...
Looking at these five fleeing men, several chefs around them whispered to each other.
"Isn't this a beggar gang sneaking in?"
"Hey, don't say that, like! Look at that foreign devil, his waist is covered with plastic bags. He might be the six-bag elder of the Beggar Clan."
After watching each other for a while, the two Shanghai chefs approached Huang Xiaobei, the only one who still looked human, and asked curiously.
"Young man, which hotel do you belong to? Is the treatment in your hotel so bad on weekdays? You don't even let people have enough to eat."
Huang Xiaobei swallowed the oysters in his mouth, and just as he was about to speak, another chef leaned into his ear and reminded him kindly, "If you are really a beggar, just finish your meal and leave. This is a formal occasion after all, and it's not good to be caught."
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Huang Xiaobei was a little stunned. He felt that there was something in this uncle's words. Beggars? Are there still beggars these days?
At this time, Tang Monk was chewing the roast meat in his mouth and said, "Hey you idiot, he said you sneaked in to beg for food."
Huang Xiaobei was angry, who the hell snuck in to beg for food? We are serious people here to compete. Besides, you didn’t see the chef uniforms we were wearing. Whose beggar sect is so well-equipped. (To be continued)