I open a restaurant in the martial arts world

Chapter 190 Ambiguous
Xu Yang took the plate from Zhao Qianru in a gentlemanly manner, then put a layer of rice on the plate, then scooped out a spoonful of vegetables from the big vat, and poured it directly on top of the rice.

A plate of homemade Northeast stewed rice bowl was born.

"Senior Sister Zhao, please use it slowly!" Xu Yang bowed slightly, smiled and made a gesture of invitation to Zhao Qianru.

To be honest, this kind of messy stew made of various dishes in one pot is really not good-looking.

Those guys standing around and watching frown.

It turns out that although the dishes cooked by the master chefs in the kitchen are not very tasty and can only be eaten as a pass, at least they still have a little appearance.

And the dishes cooked by this kid at the moment don't know how to taste, but just from the appearance, they are already inferior.

In their view, this method of throwing messy dishes together and stewing them is purely made by people who don't know how to cook.

But now, it's just such a kid who doesn't know how to cook at all, who was unexpectedly promoted to be the acting steward of the kitchen.

For those of them who eat in the kitchen every day, this is definitely bad news.

What's more, this nasty boy has no self-knowledge at all, yet he has the heart to let Zhao Qianru, such a beautiful woman, taste this frowning dish.

It’s tolerable, it’s unbearable!

So the eyes of everyone looking at Xu Yang became more and more unkind.

But Zhao Qianru, who was the person involved, didn't care about the strange eyes of those around her at all.

She took the plate of Dongbei stewed rice with rice from Xu Yang with a smile, then sat down at the table next to her, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a tofu ball from the plate, and put it in her mouth. went in.

This trip to Matou Mountain, the biggest gain, apart from eating a stomach full of delicious food, is to get to know this master Xu who is a good cook.

Therefore, Zhao Qianru is quite at ease about the dishes Xu Yang cooks.

Even though the dishes on the plate in front of her were not pretty and she had never seen them before, Zhao Qianru still stuffed them into her mouth without hesitation.

But those guys watching all around were staring intently at the tofu ball on Zhao Qianru's chopsticks.

These guys were quite nervous in their hearts.

They planned that as long as this beautiful woman Zhao Qianru frowned, they would smash the two large vats with dishes in front of Xu Yang to pieces.

It's a pity that these guys' calculations are doomed to fail.

After Zhao Qianru stuffed the tofu ball into her mouth, instead of frowning, her eyes lit up instantly.

Good guy, the appearance of this dish is not good, but the taste is simply amazing.

Cabbage, bean sprouts, pork, tofu balls...

The flavors of various vegetables and meat are intertwined, which makes the taste of those dishes complement each other.

In the next second, Zhao Qianru directly abandoned her previous image of a lady, quickly waved her chopsticks, stirred the Northeast stew and rice on the plate, and directly pulled it into her mouth.

Seeing this scene, all the guys around who were about to smash the vat suddenly lost their eyeballs.

My mother's second uncle and grandpa, the daughter of the elder of the Wu Bei Hall in front of me, hasn't eaten in three days?Or is that unremarkable stew, the taste is too wonderful?
Of course, some guys would rather believe that the previous conjecture is true than believe that this stew is delicious.

Among them, Zhuang Zhiwei, Fatty Liu's number one dogleg, was included.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

As the old saying goes, practice makes perfect.

But that kid Xu Yang spends all day carrying water and chopping firewood in the kitchen, and he has never shown off his cooking skills.

Just cooked a messy dish today, and it became a supreme delicacy?Isn't this bullshit?

It must be Zhao Qianru, this little girl, who colluded with this kid surnamed Xu in advance to perform a double reed in front of everyone.

Well, yes, it must be so!
Zhuang Zhiwei, who couldn't believe this fact at all, thought to himself.

And at this time, as one of the few sensible people present, Ma Xiaole also picked up a plate and walked straight in front of Xu Yang.

In his opinion, Zhao Qianru didn't show anything unusual, so he felt that the dishes cooked by Xu Yang might really taste unusual.

At this moment, Xu Yang had a calm face.

He smiled at Ma Xiaole, a guy who dared to be the first in the world, and continued to repeat what he had done before.

The bottom of the plate is covered with rice, and a layer of thick soup is poured on top of it. The second plate of Northeast stewed rice is completed again.

Ma Xiaole, who was already looking forward to this unremarkable dish, didn't even bother to go to the table. After taking the plate from Xu Yang, he immediately started using his chopsticks, picked up a piece of pork belly from the plate, and served it directly to his mouth.

This piece of pork belly has absorbed the flavor of many vegetables, soft, glutinous and delicious, fat but not greasy.

With one bite, Ma Xiaole, who has no pleasure in meat, immediately raised his eyes, enjoying the wonderful taste floating in his mouth.

This is the first time he has tasted such a delicious stew.

No wonder Zhao Qianru, such a beautiful woman, would abandon her image as a lady.

Under the temptation of this delicious food, who the hell can still maintain his image?
So in the next second, Ma Xiaole turned into a starving ghost who hadn't touched a single grain of rice in three months, started the chopsticks again, and quickly stuffed the food on the plate into his mouth.

The operation of wolfing down a meal can leave the people next to him stunned.

Japanese ancestors are strict, how come this guy from the Law Enforcement Hall in front of him looks like a starving ghost?
Could it be that this rather ugly dish is really a supreme delicacy?

This unbelievable doubt flooded everyone's minds again.

"Xiao Le, is this stuff really that delicious?" Liu Xiaoyong, who was standing aside, asked doubtfully while swallowing his saliva.

"Whether it tastes good or not, you can only know after you have tasted it yourself." Ma Xiaole, with his mouth full of food, replied vaguely.

As the old saying goes, it's hard to say what everyone says.

He thinks it is delicious, but others may not like it too.

Among the people in front of them, there are quite a few people suffering from pink eye disease.

This incurable disease cannot be eliminated with a few words.

Those guys, as long as they don't like him, he can call the white ones black.

Ma Xiaole, who didn't intend to blame Xu Yang, naturally wouldn't make fun of herself.

However, Ma Xiaole's ambiguous answer successfully aroused Liu Xiaoyong's curiosity.

Damn, whether the food is good or not is just a matter of one sentence.

But now, Ma Xiaole puts this extremely simple question in such a vague way, does this kid still want to eat alone?
(End of this chapter)