"...A cup of freedom, a cup of death, forgive my ordinaryness, dispel confusion, okay, always leave after dawn, the most ridiculous person is awake..."

Gu Xiang hummed a song softly.

Qiu Li and the others couldn't understand this song. To her, her little lady should be...singing it, but it was very nice and touching.

Cherry raised his hand and wiped his eyes, quickly buried his face in his palm and calmed down for a moment.

She also wanted to cry.

She is obviously different from her sister who is prone to excitement. She is usually a carefree little girl and even doesn't learn piano music well. Over the years, she has been forced to learn it. Even Miss Xixi plays a song that can make many customers admire. She can't hear the profound meaning. This time, because of the unknown tune the little lady sang, her heart felt like a layer of grass growing in her heart, which was so sour.

"Is sober people the most ridiculous?"

Cherry sat down in the corner, holding her chin and thinking about the little things she had to think of from where she should think of.

Gu Xiang's kitchen knife flew faster and faster, the knife light was like a net or a cloud. In a blink of an eye, the abalone became flowers, and all the ingredients were piled up in porcelain basins and gathered in clusters. Just look, before it was made into food, it was already so beautiful.

Qiuli felt that Gu Xiang's knife and the ingredients under her knife seemed to be alive.

Gu Xiang chuckled: "For this banquet, I'm going to have something fresh, let's win by surprise."

She studied the Pure Birth for a while. The night when Lu Yun brought a female killer who wrote countless stories on her face to eat, she suddenly felt that she had made a big breakthrough in the research of the Pure Birth. The series of dishes that Gu Xiang wanted to develop was named "Hongchen".

The name is a bit tacky, but it is definitely suitable.

She tried to make this kind of "red dust" dish herself, which could inject the chef's emotions into it, and made diners feel that the style was wrong. But with the system, her life was like a style like TV series, comics, animation, and it didn't matter how magical it was.

Gu Xiang lifted the lid on the black ceramic jar on the stove. The hot duck rack soup inside had been boiled for three days and two nights. The milky white color was almost as thick as a paste. Gu Xiang only used salt and wine to season the duck rack soup. Other ingredients were useless, but only these two flavors. She had been mixing for half a month. She tried it more than a hundred times, and finally she tasted a satisfying taste.

He picked up the basin and slid the entire cluster of flowers into the pot.

Qiu Li suddenly stood up, her body leaned forward involuntarily, her eyes narrowed slightly, and a little blur gradually appeared on her face.

The smoke in the kitchen of Gu's family is curling.

Gu Ji sells all kinds of foods outside, relatively speaking, are quite ordinary.

Xie Bin hurried into Xie Shang's study with a few small baskets of rattans. He looked up and saw Xie Shang put out the porridge that had just been out of the pot.

"Another hand-grabbing cake?"

Xie Shang sighed, picked up a bag of kraft paper, and took a light bite, "Um."

His eyebrows immediately stretched out, and the depression on his face also calmed down. "What I added today turned out to be meat sauce, which was more palatable than sweet noodles sauce. Today's noodles were a little softer than yesterday's, but it had a layer of crispy. Good, good."

Xie Shang had been eating hand-catch cakes for two days and six consecutive days, but it was better to eat some than nothing.

He said for the time being that it was far from the time to get tired of "Gu Ji".

"You should eat as well, and we will go to run errands for Miss Gu in a while."

Xie Shang smiled, "Look at the little lady's row of noodles, the number one chef in the capital is going to run errands to deliver her posts, tsk!"

Gu Ju

Xie Bin: “…”

First? Haha.

Xie Bin didn't recognize Xie Shang as the number one in the capital, but the chefs and diners who received the invitation from Xie Shang to send errands could not help but sighed at Gu Xiang's big placard.

Chef Fan of Fanlou also received the invitation. He stared at the invitation for a while, smacked his lips and sighed: "When is it my turn to send this invitation?"

He is no longer young.

The chef is actually a young and older person. Although he has rich experience, his energy and physical strength have declined, and his five senses have declined, and his tongue has become less sensitive than before. It becomes more and more difficult to cook top-notch food.

All these chefs in the capital who can be named are from thirty to forty years old.

Chef Fan is already past this best age. If he can't become famous again, he may only rely on the sympathy of the gourmets if he wants to compete for the name of the Golden Cook in the future.

Chefs and diners in Beijing all had different thoughts when they received invitations.

Some diners who know Gu Ji are very much looking forward to it - I wonder if this banquet can be of the level of the "Bliss Banquet"?

Most of them have never been to "Gu Ji", and have only read the introduction from "Teaching" to more questions.

The famous chefs in the capital each have their own pride. I heard that Gu Xiang is just a 16-year-old girl, and even if she is not prejudiced, she still finds hard to believe how exquisite she can really have in cooking.

No matter what you think, most of those who receive invitations plan to go to the banquet.

Some people are willing to give Xie Shang some face even if they don’t expect Gu Xiang’s skills.

Three days pass by in a blink of an eye.

This day was Gu Xiang's first appearance in Beijing after becoming the Golden Chef.

She didn't close the door, but Xie Bin sent someone to arrange the program, hung a sign introducing Gu Xiang at the door, asked someone to draw a promotional poster, and prepared a elegant seat around the stage.

At least it made the banquet look much higher.

"Brother Han, I'm tired of walking anyway, so go and have a look?"

Zhao Han and Wang Guoguo didn't expect to come to "Gu Ji" for dinner, so they just happened to pass by. When they remembered this incident, they remembered Xie Shanggang's invitation, so they simply went in and tried it.

The couple just left the capital for official business last month. After returning to Beijing, the couple also heard many messy rumors about Gu Xiang. Zhao Han liked to be purified, and he was upset when he heard this, and immediately had no expectations for Gu Xiang's cooking skills.

In fact, Zhao Han and Wang Guoguo did not have a high opinion of the so-called golden chefs in Beijing now.

"Xie Shang's craftsmanship is OK, but his taste is too low. He can pick out some advantages for the chefs in the capital."

Zhao Han chuckled, "Fortunately, we don't pick on our mouths. We can always fill our stomachs by eating some rice. It's the same everywhere."

While speaking, the two of them entered Gu Ji, found a seat to sit down, looked up and saw the water sign. Seeing the names of ingredients such as abalone, sea cucumber, etc., they couldn't help but frown, and a little disappointment appeared on their faces.

"It's the same with this tone, but with a bunch of expensive ingredients, you can get a comment without any results. But can you make such dishes without people at home like us?"
Chapter completed!