"Really? I don't believe it!"
The fat man curled his lips and tilted his head to glance at the kitchen.
"Okay, come and sit down. There's only one main dish today, and that's crayfish!"
"crayfish?"
The fat man was stunned.
Guan Yu glanced at this guy and said, "What's the matter? Do you have no confidence in Xiaoyang?"
"Go go go, of course there are crayfish, crayfish is crayfish, I haven't eaten any this year, but I have eaten a lot of Australian lobster!"
The fat man sat down quickly.
At this time, another car came outside.
Before Zhao Xiaoyang stood up, the fat man already had a happy look on his face.
He recognized the car as Xu Jiaojiao's Polo!
But just as he was about to stand up, he saw Zhao Xiaoyang glaring at him, and he sat down again obediently.
"Wow, it smells so good, what are you doing?"
As soon as he reached the door, Cheng Lele couldn't help but exclaimed.
The kitchen was already filled with a spicy and fragrant smell. Ding Qi wielded the sharp knife in his hand, easily breaking open a few lobsters and picking out the tender white lobster meat.
Cheng Lele was stunned: "Oh my God, this... isn't this Ding Qi?"
Xu Jiaojiao asked bewilderedly, "Le Le, do you know him?"
"Of course, he's the Michelin-starred chef specially invited for this food festival!"
Cheng Lele was puzzled: "But why is he here?"
"I don't know either!"
As she spoke, Xu Jiaojiao looked at Zhao Xiaoyang who was walking out.
"Haha, Jiaojiao, we're all friends, so let him show off his skills."
Zhao Xiaoyang said lightly.
Cheng Lele's eyes were suddenly filled with admiration. How many big guys did he know?
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