Boss Xin and his wife were in a very good mood. In their eyes, nothing else mattered. What was important was that they could do a little bit of effort to the little lady, so that they would not have had their hardships in the capital for twenty years.

In Gu Ji Restaurant, a small half of the diners ate hard.

However, the other half of the diners scratched their ears and faces, restless, and pulled Qiu Li and the others from time to time to ask, with an anxious look on their faces.

They are not people with impatient temperament. They are like some gourmets who are well aware of the truth that they can’t eat hot tofu in a hurry. They never urge to go to restaurants to find food. They know very well that whenever they are urged, the chefs fail to prepare the dishes seriously, and they lose themselves.

Diners who really know how to eat never urge to eat in a restaurant, and are not afraid of being slow.

The problem is that Gu Chu is too inhumane, and it’s okay for everyone to wait. Now some diners are eating, while others are watching, and they keep scenting. Doing this is not tormenting? Ordinary diners may just be drooling and can still endure it.

But all of the people present were gourmets, and they listed food in the top three of their lives, so that they could smell but couldn’t eat it. It was a huge torture!

Qiu Li was so tough that she was very thick-skinned that she was stared at her for a long time without any pain. She just smiled and said, "Don't worry, our little lady's 'Buddha Jumps Over the Wall' must be the right time, so it tastes the best. Today's banquets are all experts, how dare you make a half-point mistake? The time for stewing pots and cooking is different, and the time for serving is naturally very different. If you refuse to wait, you can only eat the semi-finished product!"

Everyone was silent for a while, sighed, and let Qiuli go listlessly, holding her cheeks and continuing to drool.

Zhao Han swallowed, staring at the table next to him, without saying a word.

Wang Guoguo glanced at her husband, but she was not as greedy as him, but she couldn't help but smile: "According to your original habit, you should just make a few words at this time."

She and her man have been looking for food around inside and outside the capital for two years. They know her habits. In his eyes, most of the delicious food outside is not very edible, but they can be eaten. When they encounter something that can be eaten, of course, they have to tell the chef all its shortcomings. They cannot say that after learning from the pain, they can make some delicious food that can be eaten next time, which makes him feel a little satisfied.

The other part is that it is more qualified and cannot be accessed at all.

Of course, he also has to pick up the faults of the more qualified type. Maybe the chef can go to the next level and become the top chef god so that he can taste the most in the world.

That's completely inexhaustible. Humph, he insisted on spitting the other party until he never dared to pick up the spatula to harm others. He just made the other party change careers quickly, and maybe he would have some luck, both for others and for themselves.

Wang Guoguo likes the cold and confident appearance of her own man.

Zhao Han smiled slightly: "I haven't eaten the food yet, I want to approve it... I give you advice to Chu Gu, and I will have to eat it later..."

His voice came to an abrupt end.

‘Buddha Jumps Over the Wall’ has finally arrived.

Gu

Zhao Han looked at the golden color of the girl with a thick soup that was as bright as jade-like skin, and quickly scooped a large spoon to put it in her mouth. His eyebrows trembled, and he finally swallowed the praise that was about to blurt out, and his cheeks were red.

In Zhao Han's opinion, chefs cannot praise them.

If you praise more, the other party may be more complacent and more arrogant, and the skills will become worse day by day. Just like the chefs in his house, they will eat their own foundations one by one, and have been reluctant to develop new dishes for many years. It is not that they will cause trouble for them every day when they grow up, so their skills will not regress. Humph, with him watching, they have never made any progress every day, and can only be considered mediocre.

Zhao Han held back the tears in his eyes, took a deep breath, and coughed: "This 'Buddha Jumps Over the Wall' will replenish all kinds of seafood. If it is fresh, it will be fresh, and if it is fragrant, it will be fragrant. In the end, it is not well integrated, it is more thick, more fat, and more sweet and refreshing..."

He said this very smoothly with difficulty. After saying that, he turned around and looked around. A group of diners were humming. A few people who knew him nodded, but no one was willing to let go. Everyone bit the spoon and chewed the stew pot, their eyes were shining, and their ears were flying wherever they were.

Zhao Han was reluctant to eat less. Not only did he eat his own, but his eyes also looked at his wife's stew pot. His wife didn't like to eat foods that were too heavy and too mixed. Recently, she was worried about maintaining her slender figure. She liked to eat this thing and was not bad anywhere, but she was prone to fat. Zhao Han was not afraid of it. He exercised a lot every day and couldn't grow much meat no matter how much he ate. His wife was different, so it would be healthier to eat less.

Zhao Han was so nervous that he wanted to find out some more problems.

In fact, he really felt that although this dish was delicious and the taste was worthy of this expensive ingredients, there were still many problems. So many seafood were ripped into a pot of scattered food, and all the ingredients were precious, but because of the many, many of the ingredients were covered up and they were not particularly good at playing...

It was just that it was really delicious and the taste was too domineering. He was so domineering that he was a little immersed in it for a while and his mind was in a mess.

However, he must still find fault, just waiting for a while.

"Woo, brother!"

Zhao Han was dizzy. He didn't drink, but he seemed to be a little drunk. A thunderous sound suddenly came from his ears, with a crying voice. He turned his head instinctively and saw a familiar diner in the seat next door. He stood up with a pale face, and suddenly walked to the friend who was with him, and knelt down with a plop.

After a closer look, Zhao Han recognized the man, named Xu Xing, and was also a chef. He ran a small winery near Gongyuan Street. Although this man was not a golden chef, he was skilled and had excellent skills. His specialty dishes were crab oranges and they tasted very good. Zhao Han went to his winery to enjoy a meal, and he only started to curse after eating.

For Zhao Han, the dishes that he can finish seriously are considered above the standard. If it is replaced by other people's standards, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a famous chef.

Among the chefs of the same age in Beijing, he is also one of the best chefs.

Xu Xing was in a daze at this moment, his eyes were dull and his face was distorted, as if he had witnessed the terror. Suddenly his feet became soft and he knelt down with a plop.

Yu Xiucai, who was sitting with him, was startled, moved backward, staggered, and almost fell down: "Brother?"

"Sister Fen's death is all because of me, because of me!"
Chapter completed!