entertainment teacher

Chapter 193 New Oriental

Under the gaze of many people, Chef Bu came directly in front of the fat man with the dishes in his hands, and gently placed the dishes on the table.

"Please use it slowly." Chef Bu glanced at the spicy chicken wings on the table with nostalgia. In the past, I was so close to you, but now... alas.

"Is this for me?" The fat man looked at the dish in front of him in disbelief, and suddenly he didn't know why, and felt a sense of regaining what was lost.

"Yes, Master Fang asked us to bring it up first!" Hu Xiaochu said as he placed the braised pork in front of the fat man.

"Oh...my braised pork!" Fatty's only eyes were on the plate of braised pork in front of him. The reddish-brown luster was like the man of my dreams, the soft skin and the incomparable taste...

The fat man gently picked up a piece with his hands and slowly put it in his mouth under the gaze of countless people.

"Ang... oh oh oh~" Fatty's mouth made a trembling sound like crying out for bed.

"It melts in the mouth...sweet and delicious...fat but not greasy...oh...my Brother Fang is getting more and more greasy!" The fat man made a shameless voice, his face full of intoxication.

"Be reserved, be reserved! How can you get married like this!" Li Ruoyu said with disdain on her face.

"Hmph, if you can't get married, someone will stay at your house, eat yours, and use yours!" The fat man said shamelessly, "Brother Fang's skills are getting better and better!"

Li Ruoyu clicked tut twice, not bothering to pay attention to the fat man who changed his mind, and called the service staff to bring him a pair of chopsticks and a bowl.

"Nurse!" Just as Li Ruoyu and the fat man were happily tasting the food in front of them, a big man next to him with one hand hanging on his chest slammed the dining table in front of him.

"Give me a table like theirs!" The big man shouted, pointing at the dishes on the table in front of Li Ruoyu.

"Wait a minute!" The unsure nurse wrote down the big man's request.

"I also want!"

"Here, there is also a table here!"

"Has the chef changed in the kitchen? There is also a table here!"

The nurse looked up and saw that the patients at the seven or eight tables next to her were all looking at her. After writing down the requests of the people around her, the nurse ran to the kitchen.

But Chef Bu, who put down the dishes, suddenly had a crazy idea in his mind. This idea seemed to him extremely unbelievable, but he felt that if he missed this opportunity this time, his culinary skills might be lost for the rest of his life. That's it...

When Chef Bu was a child, because his family was poor, it was sometimes difficult to even get a bite to eat. In order to get a bite to eat, Bu Xing went out to wash dishes in some restaurants since he was a child. Gradually, he gave in because of his obsession with eating. Xing embarked on the path of a chef...

And the biggest wish of Buxing is to be able to go further and taste more delicious food.

I thought of the cooking skills of the young man in the private kitchen. Although the knife and frying methods of that person were very simple, it was because of the simplicity that the difference was seen in the steps. Among all the skills, there seems to be one word: Tao.

That's right, it's the Tao, the Tao about cooking.

With a certain thought, Bu Xing walked into the private kitchen.

Listening to the collision sound of spatulas and pans like music, the scent of eggs filled his nostrils, Bu Xing opened his eyes wide and looked at the textbook-like operation in front of him.

With the stirring of the flowing water, the egg custard in the pot flowed into the bowl that had been prepared long ago, and there was an illusion of beauty in the shape of the steps.

"Great...Master, what kind of method are you doing?" Bu Xing just wanted to call him Master, but he felt that Sir was not respectful enough, so he changed his name to Master.

"Is the technique important?" Fang Jie swung the pot, and the bottom of the pot was so clean that there was no trace of cooking.

Looking at Fang Jie who was wiping his hands in front of him, Bu Xing felt a little embarrassed and didn't know how to speak, but in order to improve his cooking skills, Bu Xing took a step closer to Fang Jie.

"What are you still doing in a daze? Aren't you serving food?" Fang Jie looked at the motionless Bu Xing.

Bu Xing gritted his teeth and said, "Master, do you accept disciples?"

"Walter?" Looking at the sincere expression in front of him, Fang Jie was a little stunned.

"I can carry water, cut vegetables, wash pots and wash dishes! I can work hard without complaint!" Bu Xing added.

"Young man! You have great ideas!" Fang Jie patted Bu Xing on the shoulder, and a young man patted on the shoulder of an old man over half a century old. This scene is a bit weird!

"Master, your culinary skills are the best I have ever seen in my life. I have never convinced anyone in my life, so I will convince you!" Bu Xing said excitedly.

Being called you by an old man... it doesn't feel good!

Although Bu Xing is praising Fang Jie, although he is very old, he still has a firm heart in cooking, and he has not forgotten his original intention. He has been trapped in the sixth seal for many years. Cooking is a strange and obscene skill. The hall of elegance, but because of this, apart from a few mainstream cultivation paths in China, there are faults in other paths.

"There is nothing wrong with what you said. If I consider myself the second in cooking in this world, no one will dare to claim the number one!" Fang Jie boasted.

"But, it's not that you want to be a teacher, I want to accept an apprentice, right?"

For some unknown reason, an advertisement from New Oriental suddenly appeared in Fang Jie's mind.

New Oriental learns whoring...cough cough...Learn to be a chef, New Oriental, there is a good place, [-] stainless steel stoves, [-] masters with strong skills...

"You really want to learn how to cook with me?" Fang Jie looked at Bu Xing in front of him.

"Master, I want to learn how to cook." Bu Xing said excitedly.

Fang Jie stroked his chin and thought for a while. Didn’t the system issue tasks to make me an important person in this world... Why don’t I recruit more apprentices like this, and then start some New Oriental, Lanxiang, etc., so it’s not bad. That's it!
Moreover, doesn't the system allow me to spread the earth's culture?Establishing New Oriental is also spreading the culture of the earth!

Fang Jie licked his lower lip, he felt that his task seemed to have a correct direction.

And it was Fang Jie's sudden idea that made the new balls in the parallel space slowly move closer to the earth. New Oriental, Lanxiang, etc., appeared one by one in the new balls that shouldn't have appeared.

Many years later.

Another earthling who traveled from the earth, traveled to this planet.

"Learn to be a chef, come to New Oriental!"

"If you want to ask which one is better at learning martial arts, Huaxia Shandong is looking for Lan Xiang."

"If you are afraid of getting angry, drink Fanglaoji!"

"Don't ask me why, the factory manager is my cousin!"

"Dangdangdangdang, the ninth set of radio gymnastics..."

Listening to these familiar advertisements, the newcomers on Earth frowned, saying, didn't I time travel?What the hell are these familiar advertising words?

Am I time-traveling or not?
(End of this chapter)