Eternal Food Paradise.

Chapter 12 Talking with Food

Chen Zhiyuan has reason to suspect that 'Manager Xia' is a character like the old man of Xinshou Village.

How else to explain it, including himself, and the two newcomers who just entered the game today, the first thing they saw when they opened their eyes was this ordinary restaurant.

Isn't it very logical to set up a guide near the place of birth.

However, thinking that this is a large autistic real game without 'map', social functions such as 'friends' and 'mail', Chen Zhiyuan suddenly doubted himself again.

Did the behind-the-scenes planning of the park really take players into consideration?

Master Wang and several of his apprentices walked into the room.

After all, he is not a hooligan, but a famous chef registered by the Provincial Chefs Association. Wang Fuquan cast a glance at the apprentice with the loudest voice, and stood still, looking at this small shop.

Small is really small, he and his apprentices rushed in, immediately writing the crowded atmosphere.

A very long and spotlessly cleaned bar counter made the already not-so-sufficient store even more crowded. Wang Fuquan looked at the pots and pans in the bar counter: "An open kitchen?"

"Since the store is already very small, why not set up a back kitchen and make room for more tables and chairs?"

Wang Fuquan was a little hard to understand, such a fly restaurant that can only accommodate a dozen guests to eat, it sounds ugly, don't even think about making a lot of money, the chef and his family can make ends meet.

So, the chef's craftsmanship is so-so?

No wonder Wang Fuquan decided so.

Anyway, in the world under the background of China, there is no such thing as a dusty chef who is capable, who has opened a restaurant, followed by a large group of apprentices, and has everything from fragrant cars to BMW.

What's more exaggerated is that Wang Fuquan once boarded a huge building boat. Before that, he himself couldn't imagine that there was a mobile restaurant on the Yangtze River...

It didn't stop the loud disciples from shouting at the store, especially when they saw a young man appearing and saying, "I'm the chef."

Wang Fuquan's tense complexion eased, and he secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

The 'Joint Book' is only completed with the handprints of a small number of diehards. When the time comes, the book that encloses the will of the entire Land of Abundance culinary art circle will be submitted to the desks of those old fellows of the Provincial Association to decide the new head of [Juxialou] The chef's 'cooking competition' is bound to be held.

He is Shaoan's minion.

Nine Star Chef.

After being successful and retired, Shaoan will fulfill the agreement and teach him a special recipe by cooking in person.

Of course, it didn't say that he would be promoted to a super chef if he got a super recipe. How much he could digest and learn would all depend on his aptitude and talent.Some of them are much younger than him, they can be called the generation of children and grandchildren, very young young men, they don’t even need any super recipes, they just rely on their own comprehension, and break through casually. Every time I hear about these deeds, Wang Fuquan has The feeling of regret of living a lot of years in vain.

"Stop shouting, be quiet."

Xia Yan had no choice but to come out of the room: "I am the store manager, the chef, are you having dinner?"

He was not as well informed as Chen Zhiyuan, and he didn't know much about Wang Fuquan.

However, hearing the commotion and discussion outside the store, and seeing Chen Zhiyuan hiding at the threshold as a coward of the crowd, Xia Yan couldn't help but feel a little speechless:

"I didn't go out to find trouble. I stayed at home and practiced cooking, but trouble came to me instead? What's the matter?"

Staying at home, practicing cooking hard, and not eating anyone's rice.

It's really strange, for a store like him who pays attention to being kind to people and making money, where does the enemy come from, besides, he is not responsive to any customer, he must strictly follow the taste of the guests, and formulate exclusive private food to ensure that guests feel at home, no The truth is full of resentment and resentment, so come to my shop to play wild.

"No meal, just draw your handprint on it, and we'll leave when we're done—" An apprentice came up with a scroll, instructed by Wang Fuquan.

A corner of the scroll was exposed, densely packed with handprints and names.

What is this?

Xia Yan shook his head, forget it, he should stop being a thorn in the side of a joint name, sign it and send the person away quickly, and he still has to hurry up to study whether the distortion of reality has any connection with the paradise.

The moment he reached out to press the vermilion lacquer box, the system popped a prompt:

[Acquired the task - 'Notoriety'. 】

[Task content: Treat Wang Fuquan to a meal in the way you like. It is required that the dish score is not lower than 80 (good), and the darkness index is not lower than mild. 】

[Reward ordinary treasure chest*1. 】

Xia Yan withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened: "Sorry, I don't want to sign yet."

"..."

Several apprentices looked at each other.

With a "bang", Wang Fuquan clapped one hand on the table, and said in a calm voice: "This is a joint petition signed by all colleagues in the Land of Abundance, which symbolizes that [Chrysanthemum Downstairs] in the Shuchuan food industry cannot be left alone for a day. Everyone wants to hold a traditional cooking competition as soon as possible to decide the next chef, don’t you want to see [Chrysanthemum Downstairs] resume operation and restore its former glory? This is the face of our Shuchuan food industry!"

I'm coming.

Chen Zhiyuan, who was watching from the sidelines, became excited.

Based on his understanding of the background of "China One", this world cannot be measured by common sense at all.

Luminous dishes with light and blinding eyes.

He has supernatural talents like 'super vision', 'super sense of smell' and 'super touch', which is why he created such incredible and legendary recipes as "Mother Sun Ball" and "Eight Demons".

Of course, the chefs here are generally not low in strength.

Wang Fuquan seems to be Lian Jiazi.

Wearing a sleeveless shirt, the arms hugged together were thicker than his thighs, and the muscles were tight and smooth.

"Hold the grass, it's time to test the rules of this world."

"Is it the abuse of force, big fists are the last word, or return to food?"

Chen Zhiyuan's breathing suddenly became heavy, and his premonition became stronger and stronger. On the third day after he entered the game, he would probably be able to watch a cooking competition.

If you use another gourmet show, it is...

Fresh halberd!

Finally, can you see the glowing dishes with your own eyes?

However, the plot developed so fast that Chen Zhiyuan couldn't have expected it.

"sit--"

Store Manager Xia, whom he labeled as "mysterious" and "Grandpa of Xinshou Village", stood at the bar and said calmly to Master Wang and his party: "Food is the most important thing for the people. If you have anything to do, eat the food first." Now, the stomach is full, it is not too late to talk."

Hearing this, several apprentices were at a loss and looked at Wang Fuquan.

"You want to force us to stay for dinner?" Wang Fuquan was also a little stunned, and soon he realized that there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, "So, this is your condition?"

He winked, and the apprentices sat in a row in front of the bar.

"Just serve the food, serve your best and most famous food, and I will pay you for the meal." In Wang Fuquan's mind, it is not a big deal to spend money on business, and Shaoanna also paid him a sum of operating expenses.

Young people, you are still skinny, you don't know how to ask for benefits, you don't need to hide it.

"We'll talk about the bill once you're satisfied. I only have one request—"

"Eat clean."

Wang Fuquan frowned, and found that the chef at the bar showed him an elusive smile, "Please sit down, too."

(End of this chapter)