All Things That Eat Halberd Are Reborn

Chen Xie, who had no way to get to the point, was still at a loss.

"It's very simple. Qu Yang's situation can be summed up in two words—transformation." Zhu Hao shook his paper fan and confided all his speculations.

"If I remember correctly, Qu Yang was one of the few branches that failed as the head of the previous rival branch family. Back then, I remember the news that his father had coughed up blood and fought four times with a halberd, and the news that he was finally taken to the first aid was widely circulated in the imperial capital circle. "

"So that's his father." Naturally, Chen Xie would not miss such a widely circulated news.

"It was the outcome of those four halberd-eating games that established Qu Yang's family as the leader of the Shenglong Pavilion." The drunkard beside him interjected.

"But then..." The drinker shook his head and sighed.

"Four times of hemoptysis caused by wounding the food halberd had already hurt the source, and then Qu Yang's father couldn't make it through." Zhu Hao took the words, his tone endlessly sighing.

"As soon as his father fell, coupled with the blow of the failure of the head of the competing branch family, his branch family basically broke up."

"Up to now, he and his second uncle are the only males in his branch that can stand against Daliang."

"Somewhat similar to the current situation of the Mohists." Chen Xie understood.

Such a branch that can compete for the head of the family is naturally impossible to have only two people, those who marry into their branch, the direct line of the branch, and those who marry and come back—sometimes a family marriage is a blatant transaction, Calculated in this way, Qu Yang has to spend a lot to support this big family.

"So he's going to transform from a chef to a hotel manager?"

"Yes, that's the problem. Cooking skills can barely maintain the standard if you practice hard in private, but if you work behind closed doors for a long time, the chef's own ability will decline to a certain extent."

"Look at Qu Yang's menu for this round, and then contact the previous rounds of menus, have you found any problems?" Zhu Hao threw the phone to Chen Xie.

As a food hunter, eating is also a business ability.

Chen Xie flipped through the previous rounds of recipes, and immediately found doubts.

"Understood?"

"Qu Yang's cooking is heavy on oil and taste, obviously catering to everyone's taste on purpose." Chen Xie said.

"That's exactly the reason. Qu Yang has completely looked at the problem from the perspective of the manager of the hotel. Just blindly catering to the taste of the jury is doomed to fall."

"This time, the diners from the judging panel who came to see the excitement randomly picked out a master who can respond to everyone in the culinary world of the imperial capital. What kind of cuisine have they not tasted in such a position?"

"To put it bluntly, when Qu Yang picks up the first few parts of the ingredients, the big judges will be able to guess what he is going to do and how to do it."

"The joy of tasting the colorful appetizers has long been lost in the memory of taste."

"Mobai is sure to win this round." Zhu Hao waved his folding fan and said decisively.

"But...the key lies in the next round, right?" Chen Xie felt that Zhu Hao was a little too optimistic. "I heard some rumors that the elder of the Qu family gave Qu Yang the scroll of the three thousand court dishes of the Qu family."

"Qu Yang should be good at soup and soup dishes."

"Lunch should be both good and full, and dinner should be both light and refined."

"Coupled with the good taste of soup dishes, it is equally powerful as a night snack."

"In my opinion, if brother Mo can win, he has to survive the consecutive rounds of supper."

Chen Xie cautiously refused the tainted milk.

"Oh, let's gamble." Zhu Hao had a presumptuous smile on his lips. "I'm betting that Mo Bai will win the next round, and even the end of the whole food halberd will be shorter than we thought."

"..." Chen Xie couldn't figure out where Zhu Hao's confidence came from.

"If your crow's mouth kills Brother Mo, I will chop you up." Chen Xie complained.

Zhu Hao's high-spirited expression suddenly collapsed.

Gan, what about the brotherhood of more than 20 years?

Now he actually beheaded his brother for another man?

Forget it, after all, it was still a wrong payment.

"I bet your knife can't get out of its sheath." Zhu Hao pouted. "As for the crow's mouth you said doesn't exist at all, in fact, this round of Mobai has already laid the foundation for victory in the next round."

The results of the review are out.

The final result of 81 valid votes was 21:60.

With three consecutive victories, Mo Bai entered the preparations for [Dinner Dinner].

And the judging panel that left is still returning one after another.

"Losing again?!" Qu Yang was dumbfounded when he saw the score. He had never expected to lose this round by a big score.

The only thing to be thankful for is that Mo Bai did not limit the subject matter, and still uprightly upholds a positive and tough attitude.

PK in the imperial city, the winner is king!

"With the female devil queen of the Liu family by my side, it's impossible not to understand my trump card. Isn't this Mobai not afraid?"

If they lose this halberd feast, they will not be able to return to China for 50 years, and the old and weak women and children of the Mohist school will probably leave early.

Qu Yang really couldn't understand Mo Bai's brain circuit.

Judging from the family situation, Mo Bai is actually very similar to him, and has a big family to support.

When he received the news of Mo Bai's return to China, Qu Yang also had a feeling of sympathy for each other.

It's just that sometimes fate is so unpredictable.

In the world of adults, there is no right or wrong, only positions.

Just like this halberd attack, no matter how scruples he was about the risk and he didn't want to fight, the moment the elder of the Qu family talked to him, he knew that he had to fight.

"No, no, stay awake." Wiped his face with a cold towel, and forcibly threw the chaotic thoughts out of his mind.

At this moment, only when the cooking in the steamer is about to be completed can he feel a little peace of mind.

But it's just a little bit...

For some reason, Qu Yang always felt that he had forgotten something, something very important.

Chapter 642. Precise Positioning

When Mo Bai and Qu Yang devoted themselves to the [Dinner Dinner] battle, the judges who had left in the lobby began to return to their places.

"Hehe, I kept you waiting for a long time." The old man with a cane who left the scene before apologized with a tired face and cupped his fists.

"Ouch, Mr. Kong, you are finally back." The crowd hastily got up to welcome the old man, taking the old man to his seat like a crowd of stars.

"Just now I was talking about why you, an old foodie, haven't come back yet. Could it be that you sneaked away to eat something good halfway?" As soon as everyone sat down firmly, someone teased.

The old man who had never thought about the stick sighed deeply, and waved his hands with a look of fading interest.

Is this a thunderstorm?

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"What happened?" the rich old man asked boldly.

"Some trivial matters about children and grandchildren, let's not talk about it if it's a disappointment." The old man with a stick sighed deeply again.

"All right, all right, then this one is over~ Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, we are all at this age, so don't worry about these little bastards, eat some food to change your mood." The rich old man said politely to the side The lady said hello.

"Have a portion of all the dishes from the Mohist boy's side."

"Okay." The hostess smiled, covered the headset lightly, and asked for food delivery.

The old man with a stick who felt tired from being entangled in trivial matters was slightly stunned. "Isn't this the beginning of the meal competition? Why are you still serving appetizers?"

Could it be that the Mohist boy left behind a lot of dishes in this round of defeat?

It can be seen that the old friend's expression is completely approving.

"Haha, you don't know yet, this Mohist boy does have something." The rich old man said with a hearty smile.

"From morning till now, every round of Mohist boys has cooked the jury's share. Such a solid young man is really rare."

"It's nice to be young~" the rich old man sighed.

"Ah?" The old man with the stick was dumbfounded.

Are you sure it's just young?

Morning tea, lunch, after-lunch dish, afternoon tea, and dinner appetizer, all five rounds filled the jury's share. I'm afraid this kid is not a hardcore man!

The old man with the stick felt ashamed. To be honest, if he was younger... he really couldn't do it.

Just as the old man with the stick felt quite inhuman, the dining car slowly approached.

"Try it quickly, the appetizer of the Mohist boy is full of surprises." The rich old man incited beside him, and he knew that he had a clear stand at a glance.

"Knowing that you and the Qu family are not dealing with each other, you don't have to stand up so directly?" the old man with a stick complained in his heart.

"But it's a surprise...it's a little bit." The old man with the stick quickly fell on the bowl of dark clouds supporting the moon.

The old man with a stick was born in Qufu, Shandong, and his surname was Kong, so he was naturally related to Yanshenggong's mansion.Confucian cuisine can be said to be the root of their family's fortune.

Putting this bowl of dark clouds holding the moon in front of the old man with a stick, it was like a domineering president meeting a tough girl—"Woman, you have successfully caught my attention!"

The old man with a stick, who was so excited, picked up the spoon.

People have different tastes and preferences. Some people like big fish and meat, while others like shrimp and crab.

The old man with a stick is such a foodie who likes to be unique.

Others who eat Confucian cuisine like to eat those expensive and expensive dishes, such as the poetic ginkgo, the fairy duck, and the four pieces of long life and boundless bird's nest...

The old man with a stick is different, maybe because he eats a lot of homemade dishes and cooks a lot, but he prefers those humble but delicious snacks.

Wuyun Tuoyue happens to be one of his favorite snacks.

It's just a pity that when the gang of descendants in his family heard that the old man wanted to try [Dark Clouds Supporting the Moon], they immediately turned into delicate [I Xun Si] monsters one by one, and the dishes they served were all outrageous.

Tsk, why do you think of these disturbing children and grandchildren again?

The old man with the stick shook his head and sent the spoon to the mouth of the clear soup, his expression shocked.

"Huh?! That's the smell!"

The old man with the stick stretched his expression.

The deliciousness of seaweed and the aroma of sea salt are combined with sea rice and dried shrimps as embellishments.

To be honest, in fact, the combination of these things cannot be said to be so fresh.

At best, it's tasteful.