Seeing Karl getting up, Lao Wei turned around and asked, "Junior, where are you going? Are you not looking at Xiaobei anymore?"
Karl pushed up his sunglasses and smiled, "I'm a little tired, seniors, please take a look."
"Oh, then you have a good rest."
Nodding, Carl slowly walked out of the VIP room, with a deep look of tiredness on his face. When he pushed open the mahogany door of the VIP room, Carl slightly noticed that two bartenders from the Donghuang Hotel also walked out behind him.
Still holding two bottles of Royal Salute in his hand, he asked, "Can we use the drinks tonight?"
"Fifty boxes should be enough, right?"
"I can't tell, the competition in the evening is open to all contestants. If there are more people coming, and there are a few drunkards inside, I really don't know if these fifty boxes will be enough."
Listening to the words of the two bartenders behind him, Karl's eyes flashed with doubts.
The evening competition? Is there anything about the individual competition that requires a lot of alcohol? Wait, for all competitors? Carl laughed.
Probably some small friendly matches held by Donghuang Hotel? Well, yes, we can also try to hold one during the semi-finals.
While thinking about it, Karl came to the elevator on the 50th floor. Soon, the elevator door slowly opened, and Karl and the two bartenders behind him stepped in together. When the elevator descended to the 43rd floor, Donghuang
The two bartenders of the hotel walked out quickly, and just outside the elevator on this floor, Karl saw many service staff from the Donghuang Hotel carrying tables, chairs and benches, probably preparing for the evening's fraternity game.
Looking at the busy crowd outside the elevator, Karl smiled and nodded. It looked like it would be lively at night. Karl smiled and looked at the busy people in the corridor.
But at this moment, looking at a figure in black who suddenly flashed past among the moving crowd, and looking at his unfamiliar profile that also revealed a hint of familiarity, Karl's eyes were startled. The next second, he slowly
He narrowed his pupils and whispered to himself.
"Chinese Branch, Senior Li Yuan."
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Chef Li Fatty turned on the fire fiercely, raised the frying spoon, and cooked his dishes with great enthusiasm.
Ziming's right hand fell gracefully, and the chopped green onions in his palm landed on the charmingly fragrant West Lake vinegar fish.
Commissioner Huang's eyes were bright. He picked up his chopsticks and tasted his egg fried rice very seriously. After finishing the meal, he nodded seriously, "Yeah, it's a little lighter, just focus on the key points."
Now, the time has come to half past ten, and almost all the chefs at the major competition venues have completed their first three dishes. The few talented chefs like Ziming have even put their hands behind their backs to admire them secretly.
own masterpiece.
After scattering the last handful of chopped green onions, Ziming squatted in front of the workbench, intoxicated by the fragrance in front of him, and looked at the four dishes in front of him that he had carefully cooked with pride and fascination.
Well, how should I put it, if he loses again this time, it would be really unreasonable.
Picking up one of the jasper cabbage rolls, he slowly put it into his mouth. Feeling the sweet and sour taste of the vegetables in his mouth, Ziming pushed up his black-rimmed glasses happily.
I have to say that the cuisine of Tianchao is really broad and profound. In the past, he was still a little too young. He thought that French cuisine was the real world's most delicious food. Unexpectedly, his vision was still a little short.
Cuisine, tsk tsk tsk, don’t underestimate it, don’t underestimate it.
Zi Ming raised his eyebrows with excitement, but some of the Chinese dishes were still slightly out of tune with the times, and many cooking techniques seemed too decadent. Zi Ming held the chopsticks and nodded seriously, well, it will have to be changed next time the competition is held.
Change and strive to create a brand new Chinese cuisine! Is it good to create it?
Zi Ming smiled disdainfully, who am I, the God of Cooking? Will the God of Cooking encounter problems that cannot be solved? Haha, I'm kidding.
"Give me one?" Just as Ziming was tasting his masterpiece proudly, a drooling sound suddenly sounded in his ears.
Zi Ming turned around and saw Commissioner Huang who had finished his whole egg feast. He was staring longingly at the small plate of jade cabbage rolls in his hand. He wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth. Commissioner Huang was very excited.
He said shamelessly, "Can I take a bite?"
Ziming made a face, his head full of questions, "Do you want face?"
Huang Xiaobei was very clever when he was criticized. In fact, he was not only coveted that Ziming's food was so delicious, so he had the nerve to order it. The main reason was that he thought Ziming was quite interesting, and he probably was.
The demon party's logistics staff, so I felt very friendly, so I shamelessly came up to get close. After all, they are all logistics staff. Commissioner Huang really has a natural feeling of closeness to Ziming, which is more pleasing to the eye than the bald head.
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"Well, don't get me wrong. I just wanted to come and see you after I finished my work. Besides, you are really good at cooking, so I just wanted to come and learn from you." Huang Xiaobei rubbed his hands and said with a smile,
He has a very honest look.
Zi Ming glanced at him and waved his hands impatiently, "Go to this side, I'm annoying people who talk too much." After saying that, Zi Ming stretched his neck and looked at Huang Xiaobei's workbench, and couldn't help but ask.
He said, "Hey, why did you only make three dishes... Oh, I didn't take a closer look. This dish I asked you to make, no matter how good it is, can be eaten directly by the pigs."
Huang Xiaobei rolled his eyes in response, thinking, can you speak human language? Yes, your cooking skills are great, but you don't just say that what I cook is pig food, right? Then what happened to the judges?
"I said, brother, please don't be so aggressive. Yes, I am a member of the secret party, but we are actually in the same industry and we are in the same industry." Huang Xiaobei laughed and patted Ziming on the shoulder.
Zi Ming irritably slapped away the hand that the commissioner patted on his shoulder, and said with a displeased face, "Who the hell are you working with? Just your poor cooking skills, don't insult our industry."
"No, no, no, I'm not talking about chefs, I'm talking about the nature of the job." Huang Xiaobei touched Zi Ming's shoulder with a smile on his face, "To tell you the truth, those two are actually workers here.
Those who work in logistics support, do you think they are not colleagues?"
Zi Ming was stunned, and picked up the knife in the next second.
"I am a combatant, I am a combatant! If you, a lamb that has been stabbed a thousand times, dare to bother me again, be careful, I will chop you up and feed you to the dogs right now!" After yelling, Ziming's eyes were blood red with the knife.
He threw it on the cutting board. As a result, he was weak and his arm was still a little sore after just finishing cooking. As soon as he was done, he threw the knife on the ground...
Huang Xiaobei glanced at the kitchen knife on the ground, and then at Zi Ming, who was so angry that his eyes were blood red and he was breathing heavily. The commissioner couldn't help scratching his face and said, "Why are you like this?"
Are you excited? In fact, it’s nothing to do logistics. Besides, if I want to ask you how to make desserts now, you can’t teach me, right?”
"roll!"
The special correspondent walked away with a frown on his face, and kept thinking in his mind, "Does this glasses have such a bad temper? It seems that he is the kind of person who is easy to talk to, right? Why is his temper even worse than that of scumbag Chu?"
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Well, the special correspondent stabbed someone in the heart one after another, and he was still not happy when it was over...
Returning to his workbench, Huang Xiaobei took a look at the three dishes in front of him, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, preserved egg tofu, and fried rice with eggs. After looking at them for a long time, Huang Xiaobei scratched his face with a headache and said, "Damn it.
How should I make this dessert? I’ve never done it before. Oh, if I had known, I wouldn’t have tried to get close to him first, I would have just asked him what dessert he made, and now I’m doing it..."
Looking straight ahead at Master Zhao of Yucheng Hotel who was mixing cold dishes for the second time, and looking at Master Li on the left front who was carefully carving a phoenix with a knife, Commissioner Huang licked his lips and finally smiled.
He ran towards Master Li.
"Well, uncle, what are you doing?" Huang Xiaobei leaned next to Master Li and chuckled.
Master Li, who had sculpted phoenix eyes, looked back at Huang Xiaobei next to him when he heard this, and then turned around and said, "You came here to learn from me? Don't count on it. I have a grudge against your hotel."
Huang Xiaobei was stunned for a moment, "You have a grudge against our hotel? Is that... big deal?"
Master Fatty Li raised his head and looked at Huang Xiaobei in disbelief, "What on earth did you get to be so shameless? Why is it thicker than a city wall?"
At the judges' table, Dongfang Qing poked her husband's waist with a smile on her face, and the young man with withered white hair also lowered his head with a red face. At the same time, he secretly questioned in his heart, "So it turns out that before?
Am I like this? Well, for some reason, my face suddenly feels a little hot."
"Uncle, if our hotel has a grudge against you, it's our hotel's business. I haven't offended you. Besides, I really don't know how to make desserts. Please teach me if you're in trouble." Huang Xiaobei said shamelessly.
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Master Fatty Li was also annoyed by him. He put down the knife in his hand, his fat face twisted into a ball and said, "Don't you say you are here to lose? Then why not just stop making desserts? Isn't this what you want?"
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Huang Xiaobei muttered with a bitter face, "If Chairman Dongfang is not here, I will not make desserts, but the key person is here, so I am really embarrassed to be missing a dish."
Hearing this, Master Fatty Li rolled his little eyes and thought about Dongfang Qing, whose eyes seemed to have been fixed on Huang Xiaobei since the beginning of the game, and the gentle and generous Director Dongfang when he found himself looking at him.
Chang Hui smiled at him gently. Thinking of this, Master Fatty Li understood, and at the same time he said a little enviously.
Nonsense, who wouldn't be jealous if such a beautiful and beautiful chairman stared at Huang Xiaobei alone?
Picking up the knife, Master Fatty Li continued to carve his phoenix and said, "Want to learn how to make desserts? It's simple. Boil an egg, chop it up and sprinkle some sugar on it. This is how your hotel does it anyway."
Huang Xiaobei scratched his face when he heard this, "How can it be delicious?"
"I tell you it's delicious." Master Fatty Li twisted his butt, carving a phoenix, and smiled coldly.
Seeing this, Huang Xiaobei's face dropped, and his impression of Master Fatty Li was also at its lowest point. Damn, what the hell, I asked you with good intentions but you refused to tell me. I'm not a threat to you.
, As for being so petty? Besides, our hotel has offended you, do I owe you anything?
After thinking about it, Huang Xiaobei turned around and left, picking his nose as he walked and flicking it back. However, he didn't pick out anything disgusting, but when he flicked his finger out, a black light appeared.
Suddenly he flew into the dishes that had been prepared beside Master Li's workbench.
Zi Ming, who was sulking with his head down, seemed to feel something. He looked up doubtfully, but he didn't see anything, so he lowered his head back again, thinking in his mind whether to give Huang Xiaobei, the one who had been stabbed a thousand times, the ability to use it.