Seeing that Zhou Dong cast all three points to Zhou Aiguo, the chefs from China also nodded.

Yan Yi also said: "What the King of Zhou said is very true. It is extremely rare for this young African man to keep his roots in mind. I also gave him these three points!"

"I am also from a white case. Since the King of Zhou has all given me a share, what else can I say? Young man, this is your three points.

After winning the regional gold medal, don’t forget to go back to Gansu Province to take a look. Speaking of which, we are still half a fellow villager, and my ancestral home is Gansu Province!”

A small part of the judges present were from China or Xiangjiang. They had a good impression of this African guy with half Chinese ancestry and was favored by the King of Zhou.

What's more, although the earthy cakes he made were not loved by everyone, the tilapia soup was remarkable, at least it was much more pleasing to the breakfast made by the Americans and Australians, and many people also gave them points.

Even some professional judges from other regions felt that this African guy was really rare, and many people gave at least one point.

Looking at the mountain of points on the booth, Zhou Aiguo cried even harder: "Mom, have you seen it? I saw it and got three points from my idol!

Woo woo, I might also win the regional gold medal, mom..."

He is a filial child.

Zhou Dong sighed secretly, walked over to comfort him, "Zhou Aiguo, you don't have to be so sad... Alas, what do you want to do?"

Seeing this guy kneeling in front of him with a "thump" sound, Zhou Dong was stunned. Is this scene very familiar?

"Idol, please accept me as a disciple!"

Zhou Aiguo's Chinese writing skills are really good, at least he knows that there are great differences between disciples and students.

Looking at Zhou Aiguo, who was crying and snotting, Zhou Dong was a little embarrassed.

Although he, the "taught object" to complete the system tasks, Zhou Dong really never thought of accepting disciples.

Diligent movement is not a entertainment industry, and you can recognize a teacher when you meet.

Although the Gu Qinxing style is no longer popular now, some of the old rules of Qinxing have been preserved. Just like Liyuanxing, there are also ordinary students and "internal disciples".

Qingxiang Technical School recruits students, that is, ordinary students.

Students can leave school after graduation. Whether they will interact with their masters in the future depends on their conscience as students. Of course, there are not many people with conscience these days, and they are all caused by money.

But if you recognize your disciple, then you will be the so-called "internal disciple". The master has to control food and accommodation, and you have to teach your skills carefully. Only such a master is called "master", and only such a disciple is called "disciple".

When the disciples complete their studies, they must work for the master for three years and be qualified to set up a hall and open a stove after three years of training.

But even if you become a master, you must respect your master like your father, just like your son, so you are also called a disciple!

Zhou Aiguo said that he wanted to worship "Master" and be a "disciple". This is a Huaxia master, and his ambition is not small. This is the rhythm of being a "small face king".

Isn't this a joke?

Zhou Dong doesn’t even have a girlfriend now, so how can he recognize an old son directly? He is ready to refuse now.

"Hey, don't be too busy to refuse. I think this kid is not bad. If you don't work, just accept it. If you become a master, I will be his master in the future."

It is obvious that the good man Huailiang is intentional.

Zhou Dong glared at him: "You may not be the master."

"Oh, why?"

"You are my defeated general, and it's almost the same as his senior brother."

Huailiangren: "..."

It was just a joke, but Zhou Aiguo was excited. He rushed to Zhou Dong with two steps, hugged his calves tightly and said, "Thank you, Master, thank you, senior brother."

"Bah, who is your senior brother? Are you worthy of it?" Huailiang was furious.

Zhou Dong couldn't help laughing and helped Zhou Aiguodao up: "I didn't think about accepting disciples now. Let's do this. I'll give you a question. Do you bring fresh crocodile meat when you come to Xiangjiang this time?"

"Yes! The customs checked for a long time when entering the customs. Fortunately, there was a certificate from the conference organizing committee."

Zhou Aiguo’s spirit is a treasure: “This thing is good to replenish the deficiency, master, are you weak?

No, right? Master, how could you be weak? You must be in a good health, but you can also make up for it with good health.”

Zhou Dong was speechless, this guy knew everything. Lu Luxin giggled while listening, her eyes floating around Zhou Dong, clearly with bad intentions.

"I'm not guilty! I don't need to make up for it!"

Zhou Dong said helplessly: "I just borrow this thing to give you a question. Today at noon, I will eat the fried crocodile meat you made by yourself. Remember, don't cut it too thin. This thing is not tuna. If it is thin, it will not be delicious!

If you can make this dish satisfy me, I will accept you as an ordinary student first, otherwise everything will be free!

Also, you must ensure that the crocodile meat you use comes from legal means. In many parts of Asia, crocodiles are protected animals!”

The Chinese Needle King must have the character of the Chinese Needle King. Even if you want to collect this student in order to complete the task, you have to go through a certain test to achieve it.

Zhou Dong also wanted to put some pressure on this guy, preferably a small universe or something.

"Can't stir-fried crocodile meat be cut too thin?"

Zhou Aiguo's face turned bitter. Isn't this difficult? "Master, please rest assured. The crocodile meat I brought is a wild crocodile species raised in captivity, which is absolutely legal!

However, crocodile meat is the most difficult to cook. It is okay to roast or cook it. It is really difficult to stir-fry. You don’t allow me to cut it thinly..."

Seeing that Zhou Dong looked unhappy, he hurriedly said, "But please don't worry, master, I will work hard, work hard! Come on! Patriotism, you can do it!"

“…”

Zhou Dong was too lazy to say more to the second guy and said lightly: "I hope I won't disappoint me."

After leaving the competition area, Huailiangren finally couldn't help saying: "According to your conditions, to make first-class fried crocodile meat, you can only use a knife technique similar to a straw raincoat cucumber. You must ensure that each piece of crocodile meat has enough knife paths to go deeper, and at the same time, you cannot completely cut off the bottom layer.

Is it really appropriate for you to make things difficult for a patriotic non-nationalist country like this?"

Lu Luxin is a master of sword skills, so she naturally knows how difficult Zhou Dong’s question is, and she also said: “If you don’t want to accept it, just refuse it. It’s not kind to be so difficult."

"Haha, there are still three hours from now until noon, which is enough for him to practice more than fifty times.

Based on his sword skills, if he can't succeed in practicing so many times, how can he be qualified to be my student?"

Huai Liangren looked at him deeply: "Zhou Dong, you are inflated, but I like it.

This is how a genius like you and me should be."

Lu Luxin asked curiously: "Zhou Dong, how did you see that he has the foundation of knife skills? Relying on African earth cakes or tilapia soup, these two foods are related to knife skills?"

"If you are willing to lend the Black Iron Knife to Zhou Aiguo and are willing to guide him in the swordsmanship of the straw raincoat, I will tell you this secret."

"Well, I like this guy. It doesn't seem like a lot to lend him a knife to use. OK, let's get a deal!"

Lu Luxin and Zhou Dong high-five: "Can you tell me now?"

"It was Zhou Aiguo's eyes that told me that his knife skills are pretty good."

"What does it mean? I didn't understand." Lu Luxin was confused. What were you talking about?

"He means, guess..."

The good man looked at Lu Luxin with a pity and sighed slightly.

Although Zhou Dong cheated again, Lu Luxin was not as angry as she was last time at the skewer stall. Who made herself upright? The secret is "guessing". What can you say?

I am willing to accept the loss, not to mention that she really likes Zhou Aiguo.

She was very grateful to her hometown’s local cakes in this international food competition.

Seeing Lu Luxin rushing to the angrily with the black iron knife, Zhou Dong knew that he would probably not be disappointed at noon today.

If Zhou Aiguo had the help of Boss Hua and Black Iron Knife, he would still not be able to make the food that satisfies him. Even if he gave up the task, he would not be prepared to waste time on Zhou Aiguo.

No matter how generous the rewards of random tasks are, they are not important to complete the main task.

In the process of teaching Zhou Aiguo, Lu Luxin became more and more shocked.

This guy Zhou Dong must be lying to me again, he probably didn't rely on guessing! Zhou Aiguo is extremely talented and has a certain foundation in sword skills, so he is not much worse than some third-level chefs.

After practicing for more than a dozen times, the crocodile meat slices cut by this kid have reached the state of cutting into the root of the flesh, which seems to be broken but not broken. This is much more difficult than cutting cucumbers.

"boom!"

Although there is basically no cooking in Africa, Zhou Aiguo, who has seen his mother cook since childhood, has seen pigs run. What's more, there are detailed descriptions of the cooking technique of "swelling" in various food publications he subscribes to all year round.

Although he didn't know how to fire, he learned to check the oil temperature after only trying it a few times. The fried spoon that was originally used in the Chinese competition area was also flying up and down in Zhou Aiguo's hands, gradually getting better.

When the stir-fried crocodile meat was placed on the booth, many judges who had tasted it secretly nodded. The taste was very good, and it felt crispy and not difficult to chew. Although it was not a top-notch craft, it was almost a miracle for an African chef who had basically never cooked dishes.

Huai Liangren also tasted a piece, frowned slightly and said, "At least I have passed the exam. What do you think, Lao Zhou?"

Zhou Dong glanced at the judges who were giving Zhou Aiguo a scoreboard, picked up a piece of crocodile meat and put it into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and nodded and said, "Although there is still a lot of room for improvement, in this Australian and American non-competition area, a gold medal deserves its reputation.

Patriotism, you have passed, from today on, you will be my student.”

"real!"

Zhou Aiguo jumped happily: "Teacher, then when can I become your 'disciple'?"

"hehe."

Zhou Dong did not answer his question, and turned gently and said, "Tomorrow at noon, please follow me to the stadium of Europe and Smithland,

We go to meet the German Pig King and the Kimchi King in Smitha…”
Chapter completed!