All Things That Eat Halberd Are Reborn

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"This chickpea soup has one real biggest flaw! That's the spices!!!" Hudson, who was clamoring, suddenly played with Yan Yi, and his modest appearance was distorted to the point of making people distorted. Can not bear to look.

"Provence spices are not suitable for chickpea soup!" Hudson pointed to the stunned Jenniferne. "So she subtracted the heavy smelling trio of marjoram, oregano and lavender."

"But a Provence spice group without these three is like Provence without a lavender garden!"

"The impact and layers of the aroma have been reduced!" Hudson took a deep breath and roared word by word.

"Such Provençal spices - not at all! None! Soul!"

The passionate and dancing judgment made Hudson sweat on his forehead, and he pulled his tie to breathe a little.

Although he was hot in the well-dressed suit before going out, it was the heat of victory!

He - Hudson, has been invincible!

"...Why is this guy yelling so loudly all of a sudden?" Mo Bai plucked his ears indifferently. "Could it be that this guy thinks he's right? Doesn't he know how to read the atmosphere?"

The eyes of the diners focusing on Hudson are like looking at a monkey alive and kicking in the zoo. Several diners even laughed unconsciously when they saw Hudson's excited appearance of feeling good about himself, and the restaurant gradually filled with excitement. A breath of joy, and only Hudson, who was regarded as the object of teasing, didn't know it.

"What are they laughing at?" Even the dark-faced Chun Riliu in the film crew felt strange, and asked his assistant Xiaoyou.

Desperate Xiaoyou got into the diners room, soon infected by the happy atmosphere Xiaoyou shrugged his shoulders and tried to hold back his smile, returned to Chunri Liu and whispered to each other while biting his ear.

"Is there such an operation?"

Mobai's operation before others play the operation is a real show!

Doesn't that mean that Hudson's self-satisfied tone and behavior just now are completely like a lame clown in a circus?

Chun Ri Liu's mood immediately improved.

From the moment Hudson made unreasonable troubles yesterday, Kasuga Liu's impression of him has been close to freezing point, and then it has slipped all the way down to an infinite negative number.

All the members of the film crew who have been tossed so badly these days feel bad - they are really comfortable.

As for whether Hudson will be fine?Who cares about him!

Those who humiliate others will always humiliate them, and those who make an uproar to win the crowd will surely perish themselves.

Two words: deserve it!

Thinking about why Hudson couldn't feel the atmosphere around him, Mo Bai, who was so stupid and stupid to the end, finally gave up the act of understanding the stupid way of thinking.

There is something really wrong with this person's thinking.

"Oh? Then let me ask you, if it's breakfast, would you choose milk or tomato?" In terms of talking, except for Wang Yao, who is so ridiculously prudish, Mo Bai has never met anyone who can flirt with him. opponent!

Does this question still need to be answered?Milk of course!

But Hudson is not an ordinary person, he felt the deep hole secretly dug under Mobai's question.

"Want to refute me from the scope of the breakfast subject?"

Based on years of experience in trolling people, Hudson clearly knows that you must not follow the opponent's rhythm when trolling people, otherwise the opponent will use skilled experience to defeat you.

【Milk or tomato for breakfast】The question is bound to be refuted once it is answered. The sinister intentions of such questions are unheard of!

Could it be that the boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes in front of him is also an excellent troll who has been in the trolling world for many years! ?

Could it be the legendary Zaun people! ? !

Hudson suddenly alerted!

"What do you mean?" Hudson, who played very cautiously, chose to avoid the pit and not fight, and tried to keep the rhythm under his control.

"As a dish itself, tomato..." Hudson attempted to continue his attack at the rhythm of a tirade.

"Shut up! Shameless old thief! It's in vain that you have the position of super chef!" Sensing Hudson's intentions, Mo Bai forced his face to output!

"Quoi?" Hudson, who was pale with shock, unconsciously spoke his mother tongue because of the black ink on his face that changed drastically in an instant.

Chapter 416. Don't ask family members or hunt? ? ? ? , Civilized Zaan you and me

"Milk, oats, chickpeas, the combination of the three appears in one dish, have you ever wondered why the cook would choose such a combination to make the dish?"

Mo Bai made a sudden change in painting style!

Mobai transforms into an inverted triangle muscular macho and advances towards Hudson!

Hudson was terrified!

"What do you mean?" Hudson had a bad premonition as he calmed down his turbulent mind under the shock of the black-white hunk.

"Hmph! It seems that your problem is not only with your thoughts, but also with your tongue!" Mo Bai, who stood in front of Hudson, taunted, wagging his fingers.

"What did you say!?" Hudson suddenly felt angry. "I'm a super..."

"Shut up, you!" The index finger and middle finger paralleled to stab Hudson like a sharp sword, and the eyes of Mobai burst out with a bright light!

"What's the matter with this guy? What's the matter with this look of fighting?!" Hudson couldn't help but feel terrified when he looked at Mo Bai's arm thicker than his thigh after changing his painting style. "Is he really a chef?"

How come there is a tendency to evolve into martial fighting when we talk about literary fighting?

Facing Mo Bai who seemed to be reckless if he didn't agree with him, Hudson flinched again!

"Super chef, super chef! Is your super chef position just a lip service?" Mo Bai chased after the victory. "Can't you taste the heart of the heart in chickpea bisque?"

"The prototype of a chef's heart?" Hudson's heart sank suddenly. He was so jealous and obsessed with finding flaws that he completely ignored this stubble.

But if Hudson tasted it again at this moment, wouldn't he take the initiative to send the flaw to Mo Bai?

Didn't you say that this is substandard cooking?Why did you eat again?

Hudson can fully expect the unreasonable ridicule that will follow, but if he doesn't answer, won't he acquiesce in his mistake?

Hudson froze completely, his mouth trembling, not knowing what to say.

"The rudimentary kitchen heart that is as warm as a hug and makes people feel cared for, the nutritious breakfast of the combination of milk, oats, and chickpeas, and the chef is still a woman."

"Could it be!?" Hudson's face was full of shake.After all, he is a super chef and he is not a fool. After Mo Bai's explanation, he has fully understood it!

The main category of this dish is not commercial cuisine at all, but...

"That's right! This dish is a family dish full of maternal love!" Mo Bai glanced at the roasted tomato, which was barely the only vegetarian food on the plate -- but this maternal love mixed with pork belly was a bit heavy.

By the way, isn't Chef Jenny's child already a little chubby?

Compared with Hudson's growing restlessness, Mo Bai is as stable as Mount Tai.In this verbal battle, Mo Bai has already taken the lead.

"Damn, hate, hate!" The low air pressure condensed into strange onomatopoeia beside Hudson, whose face was dark and changing.

He who has been in the spray world for many years also understands that he has fallen into a disadvantage.

The biggest difference between home cooking and commercial cooking is freedom. You can add whatever you want according to the appetite of your family.

If it is true, as the boy in front of him said, that this is a home-cooked meal, even the chef who invented the Provence spice group will not question the addition of spices to this dish.

"It seems that you understand." Mo Bai already held the victory in his hand. "Actually, isn't the use of spices just adding and subtracting? What's the point of clinging to a formula of spices?"

Hudson's face suddenly turned blue and then purple, and he was speechless after being sprayed, and he had already lost the capital to refute.

Seeing the contrast between Mobai and Hudson, the diners onlookers erupted into loud noises, applause, booing and applause like thunder.

Huh, that's it?

What about the strong king?I bother!You can't stand it even if you don't use the quality three times in a row?

You are a brother!

"Low-key, low-key." Mo Bai pressed his hands towards the surroundings, still unsatisfied with his recovery from the inverted triangle macho spray emperor painting style to the harmless boy with the third stage of spray power.

Don't ask your family not to hunt? , Civilization Zuan, you, me, him.

Basic exercises, don't be six.

"By the way, let me remind you by the way." Mo Bai looked at Hudson, whose face was purple because of the booing of the diners, without the slightest pity. "The oatmeal is not a failure because instead of broth, this dish uses pork belly."

"I think you can still taste the richness of pork fat, right?"

The fluttering last sentence became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

A steaming stir-fried pork heart with shrimps was delivered to Hudson.

"Pork belly? How is it possible? Add pork belly to the thick soup!?" Hudson's pupils dilated for a while, and he wanted to refute, but as Mo Bai said, the sense of plumpness that was more than the broth out of thin air really remained in the taste memory .

But...but!but! ! !

In this way, the oatmeal is not a brainless failure, but a clever trick to fill in because the soup really has this space-won’t the three failures he mentioned all become jokes?

At this time, Hudson realized that the diners around him were not looking at him with admiration. The expressions of mockery and disgust were engraved on the faces of every diner, as if they were watching a clown who was jumping up and down and overwhelmed.

Recalling his haughty tone just now, Hudson felt cold and trembling all over, and his brain was dizzy for a while.

How inflated it was at the beginning, how humble it is now.

"Impossible! Impossible!!!" Hudson held his head and couldn't believe it, he didn't want to believe it, and he was even afraid to believe this fact.

"Oh, another crazy one." Mo Bai shook his head and turned around mercilessly.

"So cooking is really interesting~"

"Even a random restaurant or a small stall on the side of the road may produce wonderful delicacies."

In Mo Bai's view, Chef Jenny's chickpea soup has almost no other flaws except for the problem of heat, and even the problems caused by batch production may be due to the former's confusing attributes. He always concentrates on making each dish. There is no problem with the ratio of a dish.

The upper limit is not high, and the collocation is weird, but it is delicious without any problems.

This chickpea bisque was nothing short of a small but great miracle to the diners, to Jennifer's daughter, and to Jennifer herself.

"No wonder I come here for breakfast. It seems that Chef Jenny is also a candidate that the Knights of the Round Table are paying attention to."

In the busiest morning market, you can still pour your heart into every dish, and the dishes themselves are not flawed-the chef Jenny, who looks confused, really has something.

Seeing Mo Bai come back victorious, Elizabeth smiled like a two-hundred-pound dog who had eaten a chicken leg, and Luo Ziyan nodded her head in affirmation like a little adult.

Looking at the two retarded girls, big and small, Mo Bai also grinned.

Don't ask, asking is full of fatherly love.

"Fortunately..."

"Bang Dang!" There was a violent and crisp sound of porcelain smashing to the ground, which made the gradually noisy atmosphere in the restaurant quiet.

"I don't approve!"