The stall of the ‘Duillust Brothers’ is crowded and airtight.

But when they said the "Yangquan Restaurant", everyone was so anxious that they could not help but feel anxious when they saw that the guests were all attracted by the gimmicked flame dumplings.

In the original plot, Yangquan Restaurant encountered a fire and the main building was destroyed. Therefore, it was urgent to win the championship of the Dumpling Conference and get a championship bonus to rebuild the restaurant.

However, the original chef, the chief chef, the famous Ding You and Liu Maoxing's master, had a broken hand on the eve of the dumpling conference, and it was impossible to cook normally.

Therefore, the hope of Yangquan Restaurant at this dumpling conference can only be placed on Ding You's disciple, the genius chef Liu Maoxing.

The servants and the apprentices were talking about flame dumplings, while looking at Liu Maoxing worriedly.

"Amazha..."

Liu Maoxing was pondering and marveling at the craftsmanship of the Dumpling Brothers.

"Did you spit out a handful of fire and drain the last moisture of the dumplings? So the dumplings are particularly crispy, not only that, the skin and filling must be very informative, from the inside out, it can be said that they are very powerful!"

"No wonder before the conference, I heard the font size of the 'Duanzi Brothers'!"

He kept admiring, but Liu Maoxing was not afraid at all in his actions.

Unlike his ignorance when he was in Shu, when he went to Guangzhou and practiced cooking skills under the Yangquan Restaurant Dingyou for a period of time, it can be said that Liu Maoxing developed a sense of confidence, or in other words, his innocent heart for cooking never retreated and was timid.

A pretty and cute girl came up. She was Ding You's daughter, Ding Meili.

"Ama, the guests are all gathered at the Dumpling Brothers' stall."

Ding Meili said worriedly.

"It's not possible to continue like this. Their meals will accumulate more and more, leaving us far away."

After hearing this, Liu Maoxing said:

"As long as you make enough dumplings, I believe the situation will turn around!"

He turned around and planned to go to the open-air kitchen set up next to the shed to study more powerful dumpling recipes, but before he could take a step, he smelled a strange smell in his nose.

Huh?

He couldn't help but stop.

Sniff the nose.

Liu Maoxing followed the smell and looked diagonally opposite, a stall about ten meters away.

In that stall, there were cloth banners with the font "Taoguan".

The smell also attracted passers-by to stop. Liu Maoxing suddenly heard a scream of surprise.

"What kind of dumpling is this..."

"So dark!"

Liu Maoxing sniffed violently. Ding Meili saw him stunned and stepped forward and pulled his sleeve. He heard the little boy say something like "The smell that has never smelled is so strange." So he put down his stall and dumpling research first, turned around and took a big step, and walked towards the pottery stall.

On the stall of the ‘Taoguan’.

Erina Nakiri simply wrapped her hands around her, watching the pedestrians surrounded by her stall, as if they were outsiders.

She is not unfamiliar with similar activities such as setting up open-air stalls and selling food.

At the beginning of the Yuanyue Central Committee, it was effectively imitated the school festival and food festival established by the high school. As a coincidence, after the autumn selection, the final event at the end of the autumn season was the "Moon Festival", a huge food carnival on campus.

The guests pointed at each other, but no one paid to buy a plate to try it.

At this time, a young kid, a junior junior, squeezed into the crowd, his eyes shining, and he looked at the freshly baked "black dumplings":

“Wow.”

“What a chic dumpling!”

This little ghost is talking about uniqueness, not other bad, dark evaluations.

This made Erina Nakiri glance over and said, "This is a 'cutch dumpling', not a strange thing, do you want to buy a plate and try it?"

"Squidfish dumplings?"

The little ghost head was naturally Liu Maoxing. He shook his head and just held his chin and stared at the steamer.

"So that's what..."

"When the ink is kneaded, put it in and steam it through, and it will be like this bright and bright effect."

"If you just use ink, it is impossible to create such a umami flavor! The filling must be hidden in the world!"

Seeing the little ghost head muttering, he just refused to pay for a plate, and no one onlookers stood up to eat.

Erina Nakiri was also a little anxious. By the way, this was not her recipe, but the stinky guy's recipe. She felt confused about fate. When she encountered such a "dumpling conference", she took it over and used it. Unexpectedly, she encountered a difficult situation as soon as she opened the stall.

The guest was frightened by the 'dark' appearance and refused to taste it!

If it were her own recipes, her own style, at least in terms of "appearance", was exquisite and attractive enough, and it would not be possible to scare away customers.

With her fame, no matter how bad the appearance is, customers will definitely pinch their noses and taste it first.

Erina Nakiri emphasized her tone slightly:

"Who can comment while standing."

"Only by eating it, you can know the true 'delicious'!"

Liu Maoxing shook his head firmly.

"No, no."

He said, "I'm going to study the great dumpling recipes. If you try it at this time, your tongue will remember the taste of your cooking, and then when I'm researching, I will involuntarily move closer to your style."

After saying that, this little damn patted his butt and left.

Nakirina looked at his back in surprise, "This little devil..."

She immediately frowned slightly.

Hey, can you be the genius chef of "Yangquan Restaurant"?

There are so many posts and discussions about this little ghost on the forum. I don’t know who started the first one. I’m extremely sure that this little ghost is the “protagonist” of this plane world.

Before I could recall and think about the content of some forum posts, Erina Nakiri heard a sudden sound from the guest's whispers:

"Is this the dumplings from your 'Caoguan'?"

Hearing the playfulness in his tone, Erina Nakiri looked up and thought she was a guest in trouble. But she saw that it was Takeo, the brother of the "Dunzi Brothers", and her heart sank.

However, the "God's Tongue" has always been a strong lady character, so he immediately turned back:

"Do you have any 'instructions'?"

She deliberately chewed the pronunciation of the word "instruction" and threw some skills into her language proficiency, so there was no communication barrier.

Wu Xiong laughed and said, "It's not a question of advice, but some of the guests in front of our stall were diverted, so we came here to see what kind of dumplings were, which made the guests very interested."

"Then, I saw it."

Seeing the nearby guests being deterred by the "black dumplings", Wu Xiong suddenly felt that he had taken more than a dozen steps to see the situation, which was simply a waste of time.

He waved his hand behind his back, and was about to greet nearby guests and pulled the person back to his stall, but unexpectedly, an old man squeezed in from the side of Wuxiong:

“It’s quite lively here.”

"Hey, black dumplings? Is this a seafood-style dumpling? It's rare..."

The unpretentious little old man brought up a plate of dumplings on the stall. He seemed to have forgotten to pay for the payment first, and looked at the girl behind the stall with a smile:

“No dipping sauce?”

Nakirina shook her head very quickly.

“No dipping is needed.”

Oh? The little old man took the chopsticks and took a bite of the dumplings. His smiley expression froze, staring at the half-piece of the dumplings on the chopsticks in surprise:

“There is a 'taste' that I have never tasted before…”

The old man's face and cheeks were obviously climbing up a healthy blush.

Bang!
Chapter completed!