Fight Back, Rich Second Generation!

Han Yi's contempt made Smith furious!

He seems to be particularly satisfied with his status as a former Michelin three-star chef, and even more interested in cooking than being a detective. How could he not be angry when Han Yi insulted his cooking skills?

"Oh, hell!" Smith said angrily: "Mr. Han, although you are very cooperative with our work, I still can't stand you insulting me for wasting ingredients. God guarantees that if it wasn't for an accident that year, I would definitely not do this damned hard work now. I should prepare my lunch in the kitchen."

"You should be an agent. It's really bad to waste ingredients." Han Yi frowned slightly, and said, "Sorry, it's a bit impolite for me to say that, but we Chinese people prefer to tell the truth."

"Oh Shet!" Smith yelled frantically: "Hell, Mr. Han, do you know that I am a Michelin three-star chef? If I have a professional verification certificate, do you want me to slap my certificate on your face?"

"Doesn't Michelin make tires?" Han Yi asked in surprise, "Don't you guys like to use tires for cooking?"

"Pfft, hahaha!" The three daughters of Han Yushi couldn't stop laughing, and Annie also had a suppressed smile on her face. Only Smith and the international police agents had unsightly faces.

Obviously, Han Yi doesn't want to insult anyone!

But the arrogance in his heart obviously looked down on Michelin, and also looked down on their so-called culinary skills. This is not a question of who insults whom, but a conflict of food culture.

Michelin is a gourmet benchmark in western countries, and the restaurants and chefs who can be certified by them are all proud of it. What Smith likes to do most is to brag about his title of former three-star chef, which is his honor.

With Han's words, Smith was already furious!

If it weren't for this being Han Yi's territory, he would have drawn out his gun to fight him!

"You two, let's enjoy this lunch." Annie said with a smile: "Mr. Smith's seafood fried rice is still delicious, it is said that the idea comes from Taiguo, try it.

"God promises, you will swallow all the dishes." Smith muttered angrily, and he directly handed the fried rice to the table of Han Yi and the others, and stood aside angrily, as if he wanted to wait for Han Yi's admiring gaze.

"Eat, eat, this Smith won't be happy until he hears your compliments!"

"Have a taste, huh? Seems good!"

"Really? It's really good, very fragrant!" Han Yushi and the others tasted it each, and they all thought it was quite good.

Smith smiled when he heard it, and said excitedly: "Listen, listen, three goddesses, your vision and taste buds are simply world-class. Mr. Han heard it, this is the real compliment of diners."

"Mr. Smith, what they say is good means that they can still be eaten. You may not understand the subtleties of our Chinese people." Han Yi shook his head.

"Walter!" Smith shrugged angrily: "Mr. Han, you are really too arrogant, don't you Chinese people just sit and watch the sky like this?"

"No, no, no!" Han Yi said dumbfoundingly: "It's not that we sit on the sidelines, it's just that your so-called Michelin is really bad, why do you have to force me to admit it! In front of Huaxia cuisine, Michelin is not even qualified to judge."

"God will forgive your arrogance, Mr. Han, how do you prove your words?" Smith asked angrily.

"Proof? Easy!" Han Yi grabbed it casually, and wrapped an apron around his waist neatly, and at the same time asked the servant beside him, "Do you have an overnight meal?"

"Overnight meal?" The servant was taken aback.

"Yes!" Han Yi nodded.

"Yes, I'll bring it right away, young master, wait a moment!" The servant promised to go down quickly.

"Xiaoyi, do you want to cook?"

"Oh my God, can you still cook?" Han Yushi, Ye Xueyu, An Yingxue and the others exclaimed. They obviously didn't expect Han Yi to be able to cook. This guy is simply a genius. What else can he not do?

"A little bit!" Han Yi said calmly: "Fried rice is not fried like this. The eight major Chinese cuisines are Guangdong, Sichuan, Shandong, Huai, Zhejiang, Fujian, Hunan, and Hui."

...asking for flowers...

"Basic cooking techniques include frying, popping, roasting, frying, slipping, boiling, boiling, rinsing, steaming, stewing, simmering, stewing, stewing, grilling, simmering, stir-frying, frying, collapsing, marinating, sauce, mixing, simmering, pickling, freezing, soaking, drunk, roasting, and smoking. There are 28 kinds of fried rice. This fried rice contains infinite mysteries. "What Michelin can qualify?"

After Han Yi finished speaking, Smith was already stunned for a while!

When the rice arrived, Han Yi put the rice balls on the cutting board, and under the curious gaze of everyone, he slowly spread all the rice balls and put them aside.

call out!

He grabbed the kitchen knife with lightning speed, chopping chopping chopping desperately, a large amount of chili, ginger, minced garlic, sand ginger was quickly cut into thin shreds, the speed of the movement is amazing.

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fire!

With a bang, the fire engulfed the frying pan, and the temperature skyrocketed.

Lard, chicken oil, peanut oil, rapeseed oil, and olive oil are poured into the pot, and minced ginger, onion, and garlic are also thrown into the pot and stir-fried.

boom!

The flame rose in the pot, and Han Yi threw away all the minced ginger, onion, and garlic after a stir-fry, leaving only a pile of fragrant mixed oil in the pot. Put the cold rice into the wok and stir-fry it again, this time he stir-fried it with his left hand, and skillfully grabbed an egg with his right hand and shook it vigorously.

Wow!

When the eggs were crushed, the egg whites and yolks had already been mixed together. He stir-fried with one hand and added the eggs with the other. His skillful movements were like art, which deeply attracted everyone.

The aroma spreads quickly, everyone's eyes are bright!

This aroma is countless times stronger than Smith's fried rice before. The air is full of the aroma of egg fried rice. Everyone is breathing desperately, and their throats are swallowing saliva.

No one commented, no one was in a daze, everyone was already immersed in the rich aroma, and also immersed in Han Yi's artistic cooking skills.

"Oh my god, is this Huaxia cooking?"

"God, this is cooking!" The foreign devils all exclaimed.

[Chapter Eight, asking for flowers, comments, and rewards, everyone's support is the author's motivation].