Life is a Game

Chapter 237 Who will cut

"Yo, roast suckling pig!" Pei Shenghua can always say amazing words in front of everyone.

"Paoyu, this is dipping sauce, please use it slowly." The waiter said, "Can I cut it up for you?"

"No need, we'll just come." Pei Shenghua laughed. Their tables were either professional chefs or senior diners. It was just to make others laugh by asking others to cut the pork belly.

The waiter also put the knife on the table. Pei Shenghua handed Tong Deyan a knife, picked one up himself, and said, "Old Tong, cut together?"

"Don't worry about it, have you ever eaten Paofu? Don't cut it blindly, I will cut it." Tong Deyan said, stood up, pointed the knife at the belly of the pig, and cut the belly of the pig cleanly.

The ingredients in the pig's belly are rich, and it has absorbed the fat of the broth and the suckling pig successively, and the aroma is tangy. Tong Deyan cut a few more knives on different parts of the suckling pig, and separated the meat of each part. When the pork was cut, it was still sizzling, the outside was charred and the inside was tender, and the sound was extremely attractive.

"Expert, Old Tong, it seems that you usually eat a lot!" Pei Shenghua sighed.

Tong Deyan turned his attention to Xu Cheng's table. Except for Xia Mubing, the diners at the table were definitely not as professional as Tong Deyan in terms of cutting the porpoise.

"Need help?" Tong Deyan asked.

"Trouble master Tong." A diner said with a smile.

In terms of treating diners, Tong Deyan and Xia Mubing are still very similar. The chef doesn't need to show face, but diners must have a good attitude as guests.

Same as before, Tong Deyan moved very quickly, with a few strokes, the porpoise on the table was sliced very well. After dealing with the porpoise, Tong Deyan sat back in his seat, picked up and ate vegetables as if nothing had happened, and was in a good mood to praise Jiang Weiming's porpoise with ingredients and how well he controlled the heat.

Another table chef: ...

They all knew in their hearts that they probably offended Tong Deyan for some reason, and there were a few of them who couldn't figure it out. They obviously said bad things behind their backs, so it seemed that Tong Deyan knew everything. The two chefs holding knives at the next table had already looked embarrassed, their eyes met, hesitating.

As the saying goes, it is not terrible to bump into a shirt, whoever is ugly is embarrassed. People are more dead than others, and goods are still better than goods. These two happened to be in the situation of being ugly, dead, and throwing at the same time.

With Tong Deyan Zhuyu in front, the two of them seemed to be a little out of sorts when they cut the pork belly. They were either chefs or food critics.

"Why, both of you don't even want to cut the porpoise in this store?" Tong Deyan started to provoke.

Pei Shenghua sat and ate pork and watched the show with relish.

The arrow had to be fired, and the two chefs with knives could only grit their teeth and bite the bullet and start cutting.

The technology is actually not bad, but compared with Tong Deyan, it seems a bit out of line.

"This Paofu dish is interesting. The ingredients in it are fresh enough. The duck meat should have been roasted beforehand. The pigeon meat is brushed with honey, and mixed with pork, it can still taste a jujube flavor. It's wonderful!" one person said. The diners praised it.

"It should be made by stuffing jujube into pork belly with the ancient method and then re-stuffing it." Xu Cheng analyzed, "This is the first time I have eaten this method, and it is an eye-opener."

"It's also the first time I've eaten it. I didn't expect that jujube and suckling pig are a perfect match. I don't know which master made it. I've never seen this method before." The diner echoed.

"This is the old method of Taifeng House. It's a family tradition and will never be passed on." Xia Mubing said.

"The old way? Master Xia, you mean that the owner of this restaurant belongs to Mrs. Li..." Some diners knew the history of Xia Mubing and Taifenglou, and also knew the relationship between Jiang Huiqin and Taifenglou.

"Return to the original owner." Xia Mubing said.

The diner suddenly realized.

"What returned to the original owner?" asked the person next to him.

The diner explained to him the intricate relationship in a low voice.

"What are you talking about over there?" Pei Shenghua ate happily while still keenly aware of the gossip around him.

Tong Deyan ignored him, his chopsticks were suspended in the air, and his eyes kept looking ahead.

Pei Shenghua followed his line of sight and saw five waiters, each of whom was holding a casserole in his hand. The lid of the pot was tightly closed, and no smell came out.

"My darling, isn't it what I think it is?" Pei Shenghua said softly, "Five at a time is a luxury."

"What does it look like?" Zhu Chang raised his head and was stunned when he saw the casserole in the hands of the five waiters. "It seems to be what you think."

"What does it look like?" the chef next to him asked curiously.

"You will know soon." Zhu Chang said.

The reporter's table was also attracted by the five casserole pots, mainly because they looked quite big, and I thought of the extra-large casserole pot filled with eight-treasure porridge that was served earlier, and it was a reporter who made a living by making up stories. We can't help thinking about it.

"Shouldn't the last dish be porridge?" A reporter working for a news website famous for making up stories wondered.

"If it's porridge, it's too perfunctory."

"Maybe this shop's porridge is a special feature. I think the eight-treasure porridge ordered by Mr. Xu just now is quite good."

"It's reasonable. It's also reasonable to drink some porridge after eating Pao Tu to relieve the tiredness."

"..."

The casserole was served.

"Watan Huadiao Chicken, please use it slowly." The waiter lifted the cover.

The faces of most of the people present changed, from surprise, disbelief, to waking up from a dream, and finally to ecstasy. Some lay reporters didn’t know what this dish represented, so they picked up their cameras and video cameras and prepared Photograph.

"There is no need to take pictures of this dish. You'd better sit down and enjoy it." The reporter from the gourmet magazine who talked to Reporter Hu before said, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of Huadiao chicken, and put it in his mouth, with a face full of intoxication.

"Reporter Fu, what do you mean by that? What's wrong with this dish?" Reporter Zhu, who was admitted to the hospital because of gastric perforation and was tricked by Jiang Shoucheng with special skills and money, asked.

"Reporter Fu is right. As long as the name of this dish is written, it is enough to cause a sensation. It is the taste. You can't go wrong. Let's sit down and eat the food. If we miss this time, we will never have another chance Eat." Editor-in-Chief Xiao, who had contact with Jiang Shoucheng because his elderly mother was hospitalized with cerebral infarction, said, also picked up the chopsticks, sat down, picked up a piece of Huadiao chicken, and ate it like an ordinary diner. Savor it.

The other reporters sat down half-understood, picked up their chopsticks, and thought about eating a piece first, and then used their mobile phones to check what was so unusual about this Watan Huadiao Chicken. Surprisingly, only one name was enough to cause a sensation. .

As soon as the food was eaten, everyone forgot all the random thoughts before, what mobile phone, what information were all thrown into the back of their minds, only Huadiao chicken, only the golden and attractive chicken nuggets in the casserole.

All the reporters screamed in their hearts.

Damn, it's really delicious!

This Hua Diao Chicken is so damn delicious!

There is a flower-carved chicken that is so beautiful in the world!

Fat and thin, delicious and smooth, sweet and attractive, and that special aroma, eat it in your mouth and remember it in your heart. This wonderful taste, the perfect fusion of wine and chicken, plump and juicy taste, jade A plate of delicacies is nothing more than that.

All the reporters didn’t get any hot food from the previous dishes. In their view, Taifeng Restaurant is just a newly opened high-end restaurant, and they don’t care if they eat it or not. But after trying the Watan Huadiao Chicken, they regretted it.

Looking at the half-cold dishes on the table, their hearts are as cold as the dishes on the table.

Why, why did they miss the whole table of delicacies for the last banquet photo of the whole table!

What did they do just now?

take pictures.

Take decoration.

Think about manuscripts.

Talk about gossip.

Cameraman Xiao Tang had two lines of tears in his heart.

Reporter Hu looked at the cannonballs on the table and burst into tears.

Wait, Paotun, Paotun hasn't been knifed yet, it should still be warm inside!

Reporter Hu felt as if he had just woken up from a dream. He was ecstatic and started to shoot the case.

"Which of you...will cut the cannonball?" Reporter Hu asked.