In front of a luxurious sugarcane shop, a group of old people were busy.
Dig a few holes in the ground to serve as stoves, then take out the integrated stove, and an open-air stove is ready.
Liu Ming was in charge of mixing the stuffing, Chen Lao was in charge of chopping the meat, and the rest of the people did their own work.
Chop the bones, chop the bones, stew the meat, and soon the tempting aroma of meat wafts from here.
"I'm telling you..."
A chef from Northeast China whispered in Tang Qingxi's ear, "This butchered pig dish is best eaten right after it's been killed. I think this crab and pig dish will taste pretty good."
By the way, I also want to despise Qian San.
"Master Qian! You can only make Buddha Jumps Over the Wall and you have the nerve to call yourself a master."
Qian San sat on a small stool with an innocent look on his face. It wasn't him who said he was a master, it was people in this world who said he was a master.
He is wronged!
The young man named Akutagawa greeted him and called him "Master" as soon as he opened his mouth. He also said that he wanted to eat the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall made by him.
What followed was a crazy praise of him, saying that eating a bowl of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall could greatly improve his strength.
People all over the world are looking forward to Master Qian reopening his shop. Star-rated hotels are offering billions of baileys per night to hire Master Qian.
And no matter what ingredients you want, as long as Master Qian asks, a food hunter will deliver them to your door for free. All he wants is to eat some Buddha Jumps Over the Wall.
Master Qian: "…………"
Master Qian listened to these flatteries and felt embarrassed that he could not dig out a three-bedroom apartment from the ground with his toes.
Qian San was just embarrassed, but the remaining chef exploded on the spot.
If someone can be called a master by making Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, then what can these people be called?
Because of Akutagawa's flattery, the current situation has arisen.
The old men worked together to prepare a table of pig-killing dishes for these people who had never seen it before to taste.
Tang Qingxi could only mutter to the old man, "Yes! Yes! You're right, it's just that these people have never met before."
This is something I discovered during my last time traveling. The chefs in this world pursue the original flavor of the ingredients.
It is quite simple to prepare the ingredients, otherwise Qian San’s Buddha Jumps Over the Wall would not have become world-famous.
It seems that it was a good decision to bring so many chefs this time.
"The crab roe buns are out of the steamer!" The chef took down the steamer.
Tang Qingxi took two steps at a time and rushed to the steamer.
Crab roe buns, she had never eaten the authentic ones. She had only eaten the pork buns with crab roe on the outside.
The point is that no household store dares to charge seven yuan for this kind of crab roe bun.
There was only one bun in the small steamer. When I moved it around, the bun trembled and I could see the soup flowing inside.
Tang Qingxi raised his hands, not knowing how to start.
"No hurry, no hurry. This is crab roe soup dumpling. You need to drink the soup first." Wu Jiang, the chef of Suqian cuisine, handed Tang Qingxi a straw with a smile.
After giving it to Tang Qingxi, he went on to greet those people in the food industry.
"Come, come, come and try our cooking."
In fact, Wu Jiang didn't need to call them, as those people in the food industry were already thinking about how to get a free meal.
Is there any difference between a chef who can walk with Master Qian?
Besides, Master Qian is obviously at a disadvantage among this group of people. If you think about it in a broader sense, these people may be even more powerful than Master Qian.
As soon as Wu Jiang opened his mouth, these people lined up in front of him. The man who Tang Qingxi had questioned was no exception, except that his stomach growled even louder.
He took the crab roe bun and straw from Wu Jiang and started eating.
He cried out in pain from being burned, but refused to let go.
In less than three minutes, one crab roe bun per person was filled in the stomachs of these people.
The expressions of these people when looking at Wu Jiang changed, from excitement to admiration, and finally turned into reverence.
"Master, this dish you made is sweet and delicious. What is it called?"
Wu Jiang smiled and said, "This is a crab roe bun, made with crab meat."
"Is crab pig really that delicious?"
"It's just that delicious. It's just that you, the world's best chef, can't cook."
"Master, you are so amazing. It is my great fortune to be able to eat the food you cook."
"Master, you..."
Wu Jiang now feels comfortable, and he himself is a master.
Suddenly, a compliment was inserted into the sentence, which was particularly inappropriate.
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