The beauties were still vomiting, so the fat man very thoughtfully gave them plastic bags. As a gentleman, of course he made sure the ladies felt comfortable vomiting.

I gradually got used to it after vomiting. I don’t know if it’s because things must be reversed when they go to extremes. Now thinking back to Xu Ning’s words, it seems that pig intestines are not so scary anymore. Zeng Qianrong even thought about the big-name perfume she often used, and it seemed that it was really a little bit scary.

It tastes close to pig intestines?

When the pig intestines were cut into beautiful circles under Zhou Zhou's knife, white radish puree was stuffed inside, and a little of Fujian people's favorite sweet and sour tomato sauce was poured on it, even Zeng Qianrong began to think that this was

Growing food doesn't seem to be completely unacceptable.

Of course, this is a crooked way of eating, and Boss Cao has always been ashamed of it; for a foodie like him, of course, he has to eat Bai Zuier. Master Xiao Zhou’s stewed vegetables are the best in the world, and he can add any sauce of any taste.

This is the biggest insult to it!

After tasting half of the large intestine, Boss Cao left the dining car with satisfaction. When he left, Miss Zeng had already carried a large bag of entangled pig intestines in her hand. Boss Cao must have had a late night snack tonight.

Panchang war' is inevitable.

Boss Cao was a little reluctant to leave when he left. If there wasn't an important meeting waiting for him to chair in Chang'an, maybe he would have followed the car all the way to the Magic City. As long as he could eat delicious pig's trotters, let alone the Magic City.

, what’s the harm in going to the ends of the earth?

Boss Cao, who was about to get off the train at Qingtang, had already patted Zhou Zhou's shoulder affectionately and called out his little brother; and he had also made a man-to-man agreement with his 'little brother' that when the train arrived at Chang'an Station, my old man

Cao will come back!

Once you're here, you won't leave. I want to accompany you all the way east, directly to the Magic City!

Before getting off the bus, Boss Cao smiled and waved to Su Rou who came to see the car off, and nodded his head twice.

When Zeng Qianrong saw her boss like this, she knew that the little fox of the Su family had succeeded. However, even she secretly supported the promotion of Chinese food standards, and I believe Madam would not object.

This is of course not because of anyone, but for profit.

Michelin is not a fool, so why would it spend a lot of money to hire judges to put money on the faces of restaurants around the world for free?

What people really want is for all high-end restaurants around the world to display the Michelin brand!

Research results have proven that people relax their guard when dining and are most easily influenced by various advertisements; Michelin's move is simply a work of genius. All high-end consumers who enter Michelin restaurants will subconsciously recognize the high-end restaurant as well.

'High end' Michelin tires.

Think about it, if one day 'Ford Restaurants' are all over the high-end catering market, wouldn't it be a logical thing for Ford Glass to become the most high-end automotive glass in the world?

...

x164 arrived at Qingtang Station at four o'clock in the morning. When Boss Cao walked out of the carriage against the silver frost of the late moon, Zhou Zhou and Aunt Xia were receiving various supplies brought by Fatty Wang from the Qingtang Section Logistics Office.

Fat men are still reliable. Fatty Wang answered the call from Aunt Xia and started to get busy. He prepared a complete set of ingredients, including the top-grade Yanchitan sheep, fifteen centimeters long high-quality matsutake, and high-quality yak meat...

....

The 130-day-old Tibetan black chicken is really hard to find. Fatty Zheng from the Zangdu section probably gave Pharaoh a lot of trouble. Goddess Wei Bo smiled, but I don’t know where Pharaoh dispatched the Qingyuan chicken from Guangdong Province.

Although it is slightly inferior to Tibetan black chicken, it is still considered to be a top-quality ingredient.

Zhou Zhou always felt that the fat directors of the train service department were secretly competing with each other. As long as Aunt Xia spoke, they could immediately turn the x164 dining car kitchen into a state banquet kitchen.

The highlight is those fiery roses. Originally they were just an auxiliary ingredient for the ‘Rose Dried Milk Goat’. How many can be used?

And it doesn't have to be fresh roses, dried roses can actually be used, but Fatty Wang almost filled up half of the station, and the red ones looked weird.

Aunt Xia couldn't even count them. How many roses were these?

Lao Wang was such a big man. When he heard the question, he lowered his head shyly. He rubbed his feet on the ground. He was still holding his clothes and feet with both hands. He held it in for a long time before he finally said, "Nine...nine hundred."

Ninety-nine flowers...ah hey hey hey...'

Aunt Xia's face turned slightly red, she punched him in the chest and said, "Don't you hate me?"

Fatty Wang immediately felt so happy that Zhou Zhou almost pulled a kaleidoscope out of his eyes.

"Master, does that fat man have any illness?"

When Fatty Wang left happily clutching his chest, Hu Lingjiu, the Chicken King of Guangdong Province, and his three apprentices were hurriedly walking towards x164.

His youngest apprentice has reached his thirties this year, but he still can't change his habit of talking nonsense.

Hu Lingjiu glared at the third child: "Don't talk nonsense! Everyone has the right to pursue love, and you can't discriminate against others just because they are fat."

"Master is right, but master... I hung up the Michelin brand just to make money. Xiaohua said that if I didn't have a big house, I would never marry her. Am I also pursuing love?

Besides, the first and second senior brothers also have Michelin brands..."

"Did I tell you to take off the sign?

When you say this, you are sure that the master will lose!"

Hu Lingjiu raised his leg and kicked Xie Guangyun, the third child, on the buttocks. He said angrily: "Don't tell me, master, I won't lose. It's really unlucky. It's the three of you who picked up the sign together, and one of you called me

What kind of injustice is it?

I have been famous for my chicken cooking all my life. If I can't even compare to a young chef, then I don't need others to destroy my brand, I will destroy it myself!

The master’s sign has been smashed, but you three brothers still have the nerve to hang up theirs?”

"Master, you misunderstood, how could you lose to a young man?

What I'm worried about is Mr. Zhang... You lost to him back then, didn't you? Who knows if he dug a trap this time?"

"Back then? Who told you what happened back then?

Okay! I can guess it’s the boss without you having to tell me, let’s see how I can settle the score with him when I get back!”

Hu Lingjiu was furious when he mentioned what happened back then. What a fate he had... Look, what kind of apprentice did he have?

The third child is a talker, and the eldest child is a loudspeaker... In other words, the second child is a bit more normal, but has a little social girl syndrome, and likes to contact female reporters, hostesses, announcers, etc. whenever there is nothing to do.

Oops, I'm talking about fate...

Hu Lingjiu sheds tears just thinking about it...

The master and the apprentice came to the door of the soft sleeper carriage noisily, talking to each other.

x164 The ticket for the return trip from Tibet is not particularly tight, and the soft sleeper ticket is the best to buy; Hu Lingjiu had asked clearly about the carriage that Mr. Zhang Zhouxuan was in, and bought the ticket for this carriage specifically, not for anything else, but for the ten thousand yuan.

When you get angry, it's easier to start a fight.

"Lao Hu, are you here?"

A figure flashed in front of the carriage door, and the old man had already poked his head out, looking at Hu Lingjiu with a smile.

"That's right, you're still the same old fox who rushed to find the winner... No, that's not right. It seems that you haven't won in all these years, so you only lose in front of me, right?

Hahaha, if you ask me, old fox, you really need to change. It’s not good to be too focused on winning. After all, you are getting older and can easily hurt your body..."

"Okay, good for you old man Zhang!"
Chapter completed!