Ding dong!
I opened my phone and clicked on Fetion. It was a message with the note "Monkey Hair" on it.
"Want to be strong?"
Lao Sun looked calm on the surface, but he gave me a look calmly, but the chopsticks in his hands kept moving, suppressing the fight between the two fools with one hand.
The corner of my mouth twitched, and I was too lazy to pay attention to this guy. I typed a few words and sent it angrily.
"Nothing, just eat your food."
Ding dong!
Ding dong!
Ding dong!
The phone rang three times in a row. I turned it to silent and continued to drink tea calmly.
You, grandson, can just eat you. Why worry about it or send any news? If you are so active and caring, I will still feel a little guilty when I use you as a human shield.
I drank the tea calmly and tasted the pickles on the small plate.
Needless to say, this pickle tastes really good, and I seem to feel a little more energetic after eating it.
"Well, that god...cough, little god."
Wang Xiaohai quickly changed his words in time and pointed to the mobile phone on the table with a sneer on his face.
"Well, your phone rang."
I glanced over expressionlessly.
Ma Dan!
On the surface, Wang Xiaohu tried to pretend to be calm, but in fact, he was almost crying in his heart.
Don't look at me!
Brother Tianchuan, look at that, look at that shameless garbage walker’s fierce eyes, that’s not what I want to remind you!
He was one of the few people who knew the true identity of Chef God Zhao, but he didn't notice the chilling atmosphere in the air.
I have been covering for you, Brother Tianchuan. I didn’t say anything to the superiors. I kept it secret from the family. Brother Tianchuan, please don’t glare at me.
Wang Xiaohai burst into tears.
Can't afford it!
You can’t afford to offend both sides! !
"Mate, just eat what you want. Why are you keeping an eye on the minister?"
I said angrily to Lao Sun, your eyes are almost coming out, and you don't know how to restrain yourself when threatening others.
Wang Xiaohai glanced at me gratefully, then moved to the side, trying hard to shrink his bloated body into the corner.
After all, I can be considered the second young master of the Wang family. I really don’t have any walls at all!
Wang Xiaohai burst into tears in his heart.
"It's you?"
At this time, a calm and neutral voice sounded, seeming very surprised.
I looked at the handsome man in front of me with a ponytail and a light blue suit with some confusion. His facial features were as perfect as a sculpture, but I couldn't recognize him at all. I just felt that he looked familiar.
"It looks familiar. Where have we met?"
I tried hard to knock my head, but I couldn't remember it. It was strange. It looked so distinctive. Logically speaking, I couldn't remember it clearly. Why couldn't I remember it?
But it just feels vaguely familiar? !
The young man laughed dumbly, then said with a smile, "You forgot, you also bought a hat from my store, but you also took a scarf with you when you left. You didn't pay for that."
hat? scarf? The third level of Mingxin?
I seemed to remember something, but then my eyes widened. It wasn’t this face, fuck, it was a man!
"femboy?"
I said subconsciously in shock.
The young man's face turned dark instantly.
"No, I'm sorry, that's not what I meant. It's just that you are, well, a little too beautiful."
I reacted immediately and explained quickly, and the young man's face became more beautiful again.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Master Yun. You can just call me Master."
"Master?"
I was stunned again when I heard this.
"My surname is Yun, and my first name is Gongzi. My father named me that way. I'm a loser. I don't even have a good name."
Mr. Yun had a look of helplessness on his face. What could he do with such a father? Originally, he had three sisters, but now that he was finally a son, his father was overjoyed on the spot and directly decided on the name Mr. Young Master.
But as I screamed, he grew more and more like a woman, still with a soft and graceful appearance. I really don’t know if it’s because my mother’s genes are too strong, or if my father is too useless.
What a waste of a name!
Mr. Yun secretly cursed, seriously doubting that he looked like this now. Maybe it was his father who called him a "gongzi" since he was a child, which was counterproductive!
"Well, this name has a lot of personality."
I tried my best to say it calmly. Although I wanted to say something like "a stranger is like jade, a young man is like no other", but looking at the face in front of me that was indistinguishable from male to female and closer to a woman, I still swallowed it silently. .
It seems that it is not suitable.
"I came here to see who ordered the famous dish of clear soup noodles, but I didn't expect that it was someone I had seen before."
Mr. Yun smiled and said, "Well, this smile is enough to make all the flowers pale and all the flowers retreat."
Can’t see, I can’t see, I can’t see, I can’t see, I can’t see, I can’t see, I can’t see me...
"Hey, isn't this the second young master of the Wang family? Long time no see, Brother Wang."
It seemed that a certain fat man's thoughts were too obvious, but Mr. Yun turned around and found a certain fat man who was trying hard to shrink into a corner.
Wang Xiaohai could no longer pretend not to know him, so he turned his head and forced a smile.
"Long time no see, Xiaoyun. Let me introduce you. This is Brother Tianchuan. This is Mr. Yun, the only member of the Yun family, one of the three giants in the Magic City."
Well, now I finally know who the evildoer in his twenties and the third level of Mingxin you mentioned before, Brother Tianchuan.
Wang Xiaohai burst into tears in his heart. He always felt that he had stepped on something recently and was getting worse day by day.
"This Mr. Yun is in the same realm as me. He has a third level of enlightenment. He has already understood the third level. He is twenty years old. Haha, I am more than one round older than him."
"Brother Wang, you are so unkind. You turned me in as soon as we met."
Mr. Yun said with a smile, waved back, and immediately a beautiful maid dressed as a maid respectfully brought him a chair.
"You guys don't mind if I share a table here, huh? This is Sister Yinuo, long time no see."
With a calm look on her face, little Loli Enoch took off her hat, knowing that she could no longer hide her identity. She slightly raised her chin as a greeting.
Mr. Yun was used to it, and then he seemed to realize something. He looked at me deeply and said meaningfully,
"I thought it was some kind of trickster, but it seems that Brother Tianchuan is worthy of his name. Help me tell Grandpa Wu and ask him to do his best to entertain you. By the way, he will also make me a bowl of clear soup noodles."
"Yes, sir."
I looked calm and shook my head, but didn't say anything. I felt a little regretful, but it was expected.
Although I had long thought that whenever I met a few people I knew, with Yi Nuo's identity, no matter how much I disguised it, it would be useless, but it was a pity to lose it so quickly.
Pooh!
What kind of shabby store did Xiang Yu choose?
"Is clear noodle soup famous?"
I continued to hold the pickles in the small plate with a calm face and said casually.
"The clear soup noodles are not famous, but those who dare to come to our store and eat clear soup noodles are very famous. After all, Chef Zhao seemed to have smashed the Qian family's plaque in the same way back then. So now, in the circle, a little Those who are somewhat famous are just talkative."
Mr. Yun explained with a smile, but the eyes he looked at me became more and more meaningful.
Uh, is this a coincidence?
Bah, bah, bah, what are you thinking? I’m not here to smash other people’s plaques. Besides, I don’t have that ability!
"Here comes the noodles!"
A powerful voice shouted, and then an old man with white hair, a ruddy complexion, and a generous figure came over carrying a large wooden tray.
"Here, beef, vegetables, pork ribs, barbecued pork, and by the way, clear soup noodles for you two."
"Thank you, Grandpa Wu."
The old man waved his hand, his face was ruddy and full of luster, and he could see that he was healthy and strong, but his eyes felt something was wrong.
Yeah, just staring at me.
I tentatively moved to the left, and then my eyes moved to the left, then to the right, and then to the right.
"Stop moving, I, Wu Youdao, would like to ask my little brother to taste the clear soup noodles."
Wu Youdao's face was rosy and he shouted loudly, but his eyes never left my body.
"Don't worry, Brother Chuan, I have cleared the place. You are the only table in the store today."
Mr. Yun said with a smile.
Hehe, you always clear the place and reserve the place, right? You are the only one with the most stores, and what’s more, Brother Sichuan, it’s better to have less stores.
I looked down at the steaming noodles in my bowl. The aroma was fragrant, but it was clear soup.
There are some ways.
I looked around and saw that Yi Nuo, Xiang Yu and the others didn't move their chopsticks. They were all looking here, obviously waiting for me to try this bowl of noodles.
"Um, Senior Wu, how did you know that I ordered this side? And from the look in your eyes, you clearly doubt who I am?"
I was a little confused. This old man was very powerful. Qian didn't notice it when we met him. I thought it was Lao Sun. Why did this old man identify me so directly?
Mr. Yun told him?
"Yes, I suspect that you are the successor of the God of Cooking. Needless to say, Miss Yi Nuo, I also know the young master of the Wang family. These two strong men are even less similar. As for Mr. Walker in the news."
Wu Youdao had a serious face and took out his mobile phone to play a video. It was the rescue scene of someone's poisoning incident.
"I still keep up with the times and always pay attention to information."
The corner of my mouth twitched slightly, and my heart was full of helplessness.
Sure enough, what kind of disguise can only be hidden from some people who don't know much about it. For those who really have some identity, there will never be a shortage of information channels. Lao Sun will only use it once at most to take the blame.
"I'd better ask my little brother to taste it. Let me see what's so special about his successor, Chef Zhao."
Mr. Yun also had a serious look on his face, staring at me without blinking, as if he wished he could just use his phone to record the next scene.
"Brother Chuan, I can use the camera to record it..."
"Go aside."
I said angrily, and then stretched out my chopsticks to pick at the noodles in the bowl. The heat increased and the aroma became stronger.
"Let me tell you first, you have misunderstood. I am not Mr. Zhao's successor. I am just lucky. I have tasted Mr. Zhao's craftsmanship for a few days, and I have become a bit naughty."
I said casually, looking at myself picking up a piece of crystal clear noodles with chopsticks, and raised my eyebrows.
"What are these noodles made of? I heard that you used to be a chef and were good at spices?"
Wu Youdao's eyes narrowed, and then he became more serious.
Even before taking a bite, you knew that my cooking skills and spices were a new path that Wu Youdao had been studying hard for the past ten years. He didn't tell anyone except himself.
At this moment, someone said it easily. Is it possible that there is really someone with the same talent as him? !
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"If I want to have successors in the future, their talent must be at least on the same level as mine. Otherwise, it will be troublesome to teach, useless, and they can't surpass me no matter how I teach them. So what should I teach?"
A middle-aged old man said angrily into a pile of microphones, not forgetting to point disdainfully at the young man with red and swollen eyes next to him.
"My son is like this. He is like a stupid pig. No matter how hard he works, no matter how diligent he is, he is useless. He has been behind me for so many years. Now he can't beat those trashy old men. What can I expect from him?"
This was a live interview the middle-aged man in front of him accepted after winning his third Master of Chef trophy.
As powerful as ever, as domineering as ever, and as desperate as ever to his opponents.
It seemed that as long as he was there, he was a towering and insurmountable peak.
Before his debut, those so-called kitchen gods and kings of chefs who were lucky enough to get the title seemed to be barely able to gain a foothold at the bottom of the mountain.
