I open a restaurant in Xiujie

The chef has never smelled such a bizarre aroma.

The shallow taste, but people can't help being intoxicated, there seems to be mysterious sounds lingering in the ears, and pictures flash before the eyes, snow mountains, sky, green pines that form waves, and thick long branches tremble when the wind blows , The condensed snow slid down one after another, and scattered into ice powder on the endless snow layer on the ground.

The chef couldn't help but open his mouth and take a big breath.

His eyes narrowed slightly, absorbing the fragrance in the air to his heart's content.

The mellowness of the meat, the freshness of the fish, the hot oil dripping through the texture of the muscles, permeating... The hard fish tendrils softened in the golden-colored hot oil, and the fish tendrils that drank the oil temperature began to slow down like a living thing. Slowly swaying, the short whiskers seemed to turn into newborn puffer fish cubs, happily throwing themselves into the golden lake as hot as the sun.

The lake is built in the deepest part of the snow peak, and a long gap will be opened from the top of the mountain leading to the center of the earth. With a clear and loud howl, he immediately jumped down facing the snowstorm.

Leap into the crimson-gold heat.

The head chef showed an almost infatuated expression, he sniffed obsessively, and his head was running wildly—yes, there was also the smell of chopped peppers, which was so pungent, like the heat waves surging in the lake, that almost overwhelmed everyone. The whole person's sense of smell is wrapped in it.

He licked his lips, and an indescribable sense of hunger suddenly surged in his chest.

Want to eat, super want to eat!

Must eat!

If he can't eat this dish today, he may have to spend the rest of his life in darkness and pain, just like a climber who sees a towering peak, knowing that the peak has an unparalleled scenery, but can only return halfway with regret... ...That would undoubtedly be a devastating blow to a spirit chef.

The chef kept swallowing his saliva, staring at Yu Xiaotan as he stirred in the pot, sprinkled some chopped green onion, and sprinkled some salt to taste.

When the young man scooped up a small spoon to taste, the chef rushed forward almost uncontrollably, and he almost blurted out: Let me, I will taste it!

Just at this time, Guanghuazhai's Zhenzhai strongman arrived.

A powerful wind rushes in, and before anyone arrives, the cold and hard spirit has overwhelmed the sky, rushing straight to Yu Xiaotan: "It's you, dare to make trouble in Guanghuazhai—"

"boom!"

The chef suddenly rushed over and slammed the door shut.

The strong man who was almost hit on the nose by the door: "???"

The gale was howling, and the chef also released his spiritual pressure. Instead of protesting to Yu Xiaotan, he shielded Yu Xiaotan from the pressure from outside the door—he caught a glimpse of the pale golden soup surging in the pot, and felt a heart Along with the turbulent waves, I was really afraid that Yu Xiaotan would shake his hand and drop the spatula or something into the pot.

For the chef, it is no less than shaping the most beautiful artwork in the world in front of him, and then destroying it for him to see.

"Trouble, who is making trouble?"

Through the door, the chef stared wide-eyed: "No one is causing trouble here, you made a mistake, let's go."

The strong man outside the door was confused: "No, you sent someone..."

"Don't talk nonsense, I didn't!"

The chef pressed his back against the door, firmly shook his head in denial, and kept knocking on the door with his right fist, urging: "Hurry up, hurry up, don't delay us from cooking."

Strong: "..."

After being shut down for a while, the strong man snorted angrily, turned around and left with his sleeves thrown.

After walking a few steps, he sniffled the tip of his nose again, and subconsciously glanced back, wondering what the hell these cooks are doing, why... it smells so good?

Uh-huh……

So fragrant...

Not long after the door of the small kitchen was closed, it was suddenly pushed open from the outside. This time, even the chef couldn't hold back, because the people who came came were stronger than him.

But in a restaurant, the status of the head chef is still very high.

He looked at the monk who had gone and returned, his face was very ugly: "I said it's all right, what are you doing?"

"I can't make a trip in vain."

The monk muttered words, his nostrils twitched constantly, his searching eyes passed over the chef's shoulders, his eyes wandered, and he couldn't help but glance in the direction of Yu Xiaotan from afar.

"What are you doing, it's so fragrant, you have to taste it for me."

The chef's face turned darker: "You..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard the sound of scooping soup, followed by the sound of chicken feet and fish whiskers being poured into the plate. drifting away.

Yu Xiaotan put down the spatula, turned his head and frowned at him, and said with a smile, "It's done."

The chef suddenly couldn't care less about the guard monks.

He had never exploded so fast, almost leaving an afterimage on the spot, and with a pair of burning eyes, he came straight to Yu Xiaotan, snatched the plate from the boy's hand, and scooped up a spoon impatiently.

——The breath of wind, snow, and magma exploded in his mouth in an instant.

The soup itself is dyed with the chill of Xuefeng chicken, and the ice and snow spiritual power from the peak of Tianshan Mountain makes the taste of the soup very refreshing, but the saltiness and freshness of chopped pepper are subtly blended in it, so , The snow fluttering on the mountain peak fell into the mountain crevasse, fell into the magma in the deep pool, and quietly melted in the scalding hot golden sea of ​​fire, turning into a surging hot current.

After taking a sip of the soup, the chef exhaled a mouthful of white steam, and felt a thin layer of sweat on his back, which must be said to be hearty.

Under the premise of softening, the fish tendrils still retain a considerable elasticity, and the paws of Xuefeng chicken are the same. They are not like stewed sloppy, but more and more chewy, like pieces of glue overflowing with mellow soup. sugar.

The soft fish whiskers wandered between the lips and teeth, really like small fish jumping out of the magma, kissing his lips cheerfully.

The Snow Wind Rooster raises its head and howls on the top of the Tianshan Mountain, where the sky will never be seen, and spreads its snow-white wings. The moment it flaps its wings, the gust of wind blows across the earth, pushing up snow waves like mountains and seas.

The soles of the feet are the supporting strength of its whole body, and it is the concentration of its energy and energy. The small crystal-clear flesh shrinks and stretches under the pulling of the muscles, pushing the Xuefeng chicken to soar into the sky, rushing up The firmament, forever clouded—

Together with the gushing golden magma.

Ever since, a golden hole opened in the sky.

The thick clouds rolled away to the sides, and the brilliant light poured down from the gaps, covering the Xuefeng with a misty and mysterious golden brilliance.The light outlines the texture of the mountain and the ice, traces the outline of the cloud and the wings, and the crisp sound of the phoenix reborn from the ashes comes from the wind, and the fish also leap together in the red flames, flick their tails, and turn into gold with scales and claws flying The giant dragon, Weiwei soars into the sky.

The chef chewed the broth, and unconsciously, tears filled his eyes.

This is the real dragon's beard and chicken's claws... What did he do before, what he did was just fish and chicken.

Fortunately, he is still arrogant and thinks that his culinary skills are his own, but now, in front of the real spectacle of dragon and phoenix, and in front of the dishes that contain the supreme avenue, the chef suddenly finds that he himself is just the one at the bottom of the well. A proud frog.

His culinary skills, which he is proud of, are just a child's play in front of real chefs.

"How about it?"

Yu Xiaotan watched the chef swallow the soup, held his breath and looked at him: "Is it delicious?"

The chef didn't speak, but his head drooped deeply.

Yu Xiaotan thought he wanted to nod, but when he was halfway through the bend, he thought he wanted to bow, but after a while, there was a "plop".

The chef knelt down to him on the spot.

"Can you..." His voice faltered for a moment, and then he changed his name again, "You, can you accept me as a disciple?"

There was a tremor of uneasiness in the ending sound, and the gaze towards Yu Xiaotan also implied uneasiness. If Yu Xiaotan refused to agree, he would kneel down for a long time.

Yu Xiaotan was stunned.

He hurriedly squatted down in front of the chef, grabbed the man's hand and racked his brains: "Get up, get up, I didn't...that's not what I meant."

Yu Xiaotan made many assumptions, but he really didn't expect the chef to react like this.Originally, he wanted to prove his ability with cooking skills, and then used Wang Quwen's token to pull the tiger's skin as a banner, but he never expected that before it was his turn to pull the tiger's skin, the other party had already accepted his head and bowed, quite a bit I mean sincerely.

After finally persuading the chef to get up from the ground, Yu Xiaotan poured the dishes into small bowls and distributed them to the other monks in the room.

All of a sudden, everyone in the room was completely captured by him, even the master monks who came to deal with the chaos were no exception.

That person was also acquainted, he slapped Yu Xiaotan on the shoulder vigorously while drinking soup, and said bluntly that Yu Xiaotan would be covered by him in the future, and no one was allowed to bully him.

Yu Xiaotan couldn't laugh or cry.

He thought for a while, and tentatively made a suggestion: "If you don't mind, in the next few days, I also want to cook something..."

"Fry it, it must be fried!"

The chef "ceng" jumped up from his seat, grabbed the spatula and handed it to Yu Xiaotan: "Come on, come on, you will sit in my seat from now on, I will heat the fire and add water for you, as long as you don't dislike it, cooking When it’s time, let me take a look at it.”

Yu Xiaotan: "Uh...Actually, I heard that the Yunhai Sect is about to hold a sect meeting in a few days, and invited the spiritual chef from our house to go..."

The chef patted his chest vigorously: "You go, you go instead! I will be your entourage servant, and you can use it as you like. Don't be polite."

Yu Xiaotan: "..."

He formulated several layers of plans, trying to break into Yun Haizong's goal, but he achieved it in just one meal.

This rapid progress made Yu Xiaotan vigilant: "Our Guanghuazhai is so casual, can we change the chef we send at will?"

The chef said sincerely: "Generally speaking, it is indeed impossible."

"But this branch room is far away from the main room, and I'm a direct disciple of the Wang family, so the affairs here are mainly in my hands. If I tell you to go, others don't dare to talk too much."

The corners of Yu Xiaotan's eyes twitched slightly, his eyes fell, and he looked carefully at the chef in front of him.

I really didn't expect that this person turned out to be a direct disciple of the Wang family, the real manager of the division here?

The head chef met his gaze, touched his head with a silly smile, grinned and said: "I am the kind who is very unfavored in the master's house. I say it is a direct lineage, but I have never been close to the center of power for many years. It makes no difference."

"But that's okay, I'm very satisfied to have this branch."