Chapter 35 Cilantro Dumplings
Feng Cheng still underestimated his cooking ability.At first he thought that he was not picky about food and could spin everything, but he never expected that there would be something that he couldn't swallow.

Boiled broccoli, boiled cabbage, and boiled chicken breast.

In the mouth, it is really tasteless. It is okay to eat one or two at first, but the more you chew, the more you want to spit it out, and you can't swallow it after chewing. Even if you put some soy sauce, it will not be so disgusting.

He can eat the root of the broccoli, but eat the green moss-like thing on it, bite it down and squeeze out a stream of juice, like tap water adding its original taste, it is unbearable to hold it in his mouth.

He regretted that the waiter didn't stop him when he took away the gourd chicken, otherwise he could eat whatever he wanted with the soup or the chili noodles.

The main force at this time is actually Yang Meng and Zhang Shu. These two people often lose weight, and they are used to this kind of food.

Yu Xue chewed for a long time like him, and then swallowed hard.

Xiao Bingyu simply stopped eating, and Jin Bo and Du Xiaoling would provide some firepower.

The good news is that a bead was found in the broccoli.

2/7.
To sum up, 3, 7 is right, 6, 16 is wrong.

Is it an even number?
Everyone has also thought of it. The next dish is to order fried bacon with glutinous rice cakes with an odd number of 13.

As a result, they ate the pearls as they expected, and the taste was good. The saltiness was a bit salty, but it was delicious.

The next dish is wooden barrel chicken No. 1.

But everyone was dumbfounded, not only the portion was big, but there were no beads.

The previous conjecture of odd and even numbers is self-defeating.

Feng Cheng finished eating the two big chicken legs in the bowl with tears in his eyes, you don't have to take care of me like this.Yu Xue expressed sympathy from the side, but there was nothing she could do. She also had her own meat to eat.

Xiao Bingyu is an elder, in order to let the children eat more, she is not willing to even move her chopsticks. Her good intentions moved audiences across the country.

The show crew wasn't too stupid and didn't let them drink the soup, otherwise their stomachs would really burst.

Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in Feng Cheng's mind, there were eight of the first twenty, 1 was not, 3, 7, and 13 were, so they were prime numbers!There are exactly eight prime numbers from one to twenty.

"Brother Bo, wait!" When Jin Bo had already discussed with everyone to try the No. 9 Roujiamo and was about to order it, Feng Cheng quickly stopped him. If they really ordered this Roujiamo, they would really not be able to get out. .

"what happened?"

"Don't order the Roujiamo. Show me the menu."

Although Jin Bo was puzzled, he trustingly handed him the menu.

Feng Cheng scanned it, locked on a certain number, and said, "17, stir-fried lettuce."

"Are you sure?" the waiter asked with an imperceptible eyelid twitch.

Feng Cheng was not in a hurry, and asked everyone first, "Trust me once, can you order this?"

Everyone looked at him and nodded subconsciously, feeling that he looked very trustworthy.

Feng Cheng didn't explain too much. When the dishes were served, everyone was surprised to find that there were beads.

Everyone began to ask Feng Cheng how he did it.

Yang Meng couldn't wait to ask: "What did you find? What pattern did you find?"

Feng Cheng said: "I think it should be a prime number. The correct numbers 3, 7, and 13 just now are all prime numbers. I took a bold guess, and luckily, it should be right."

"What about 1?" Zhang Shu blurted out on the side.

Before Feng Cheng could speak, Xiao Bingyu said: "Xiao Shu, did you study hard when you were in school? 1 is not a prime number. I can still remember it at my age."

Zhang Shu's face flushed slightly, she was indeed not good at math, but she was very unbalanced when people said that, and she muttered, "Then why didn't you guess it just now?"

Jin Bo who was next to him heard this, but Xiao Bingyu, who was farther away, didn't hear clearly, and poked his head forward, "What did you say?"

Zhang Shupi smiled, "I said I'm not good at mathematics."

Jin Bo's eyes moved back and forth between the two of them, looking a little embarrassed. When Xiao Bingyu didn't answer, he quickly smoothed things over, "Then let's see what we want to order next."

"No. 2 cold-skinned beef, No. 5 coriander dumplings, No. 11 pork elbow, No. 19 braised carp. I will order three more dishes."

Cold skin beef is naturally the first choice, this sounds like a small portion.

Yang Meng clamored to choose the elbow she had been thinking about.Jin Bo secretly told her: "We will order this last. It doesn't matter if we can't finish it."

As soon as she heard this, she sat back down obediently.

The cold skin beef was also divided up, and everyone was a little supportive. Fortunately, Feng Cheng discovered the pattern in time, otherwise they would have to eat a few more dishes.

The next dish is coriander dumplings.

Feng Cheng frowned when he heard the name, what kind of dark dish is this?
When he put a dumpling in his mouth and took a bite, he retched uncontrollably the next second. He really couldn't stand the taste!

He hates cilantro!

The dumpling almost flew out and reached his lips. His face was flushed, and he chewed the dumpling twice before swallowing it in pain.

A mineral water bottle appeared in front of him. Feng Cheng didn't have time to see who handed it to him. He found that the lid had been unscrewed, so he directly pointed the mouth of the bottle to his mouth and took a big gulp.

The taste was still filling his mouth.

Everyone expressed condolences and advised him not to eat.Several other people didn't reject the coriander, so they divided it up and ate it.

Feng Cheng swore that he would never eat this strangely named dish again.

The last one fulfilled Yang Meng's wish, and she got the big elbow. But unfortunately, she couldn't eat anymore, and she burped after a few mouthfuls.

Others couldn't eat the same thing, and even had the feeling of pushing the food out. They didn't move their chopsticks a few times, and they took the beads away.In the end, this dish was eaten by the show crew.

Even eating is so painful. What kind of show is this?

Everyone slumped on their chairs, enjoying the time after dinner.The food is delicious, full, but not very pleasant.

The room became tacitly quiet, and everyone was silent, either trying to relieve their fullness, or relishing the delicious food, or thinking wildly.

Feng Cheng's head was empty, he didn't think about anything, he just wanted to be paralyzed.

A puff of air floated up from his abdomen to his throat. Feng Cheng had a bad idea and tried to hold back the puff of air, but in the end he couldn't hold back, and a full belch resounded through the room and entered everyone's ears.

Everyone burst into laughter in unison.

The person involved, Feng Cheng, smiled embarrassedly, while Yu Xue flinched to the side exaggeratedly.

It was such a simple burp, but it made everyone happy. It was a rare moment of happiness today.

Jin Bo smiled and said, "Then I won't hold back anymore."

Then he also burped, and it sounded like an extremely comfortable burp, which was several times louder than Feng Cheng's. "I wouldn't dare to burp if you don't burp first. Thank you."

The crowd laughed again.

Yang Meng complained: "Can you pay attention to your image? After this show is over, all your fans will be gone."

"how about you?"

(End of this chapter)

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