“Pre-made dish?”

After hearing this word, Wang Sanwei looked unbelievable, and at the same time he was full of anger, as if he had been greatly insulted.

Seeing Wang Sanwei's appearance, Du Qingming raised his eyebrows and said, "Who can make so many dishes in such a short time except for pre-made dishes?"

"I know that Chef Wang is the chef of Kyoto Hotel, but the chef only has one pair of hands!"

Wang Sanwei came back and said angrily: "What is the pre-made dish? Can it be considered a delicacy? If I do this, my reputation in the food industry for more than 30 years will be destroyed!"

Du Qingming disagreed with Wang Sanwei's words and counterattacked: "Chef Wang's words are too much! What is pre-made dishes that are not delicious? Even if they are not as good as the delicacies at your Kyoto Hotel, they cannot be said to be useless, right?"

Wang Sanwei said disdainfully: "It's all about adding technology and ruthless things. It's called food without a scent of fireworks? Based on my thirty years of experience, I don't have to taste it, so I know what it is. You can think of it too!"

Gu Yuan, who was standing beside him, saw that Wang Sanwei and Du Qingming were arguing, quickly stood up and smoothed out and said, "Okay, don't you two argue, is the pre-made dish possible? Boss Du, can you just ask Chef Wang to taste it?"

"I don't eat it! That's not for people to eat at all!" Wang Sanwei refused without thinking.

"What, is Chef Wang afraid of a slap in the face?" Du Qingming said excitedly.

Wang Sanwei suddenly became anxious and immediately responded: "I'm afraid of a slap in the face? It's a big joke! I'll just put my words here. If your pre-made dishes taste half as good as mine, no, one tenth of them, I'll give in!"

Seeing this, Gu Yuan and Du Qingming looked at each other, and then Du Qingming asked someone to heat up a few dishes from the Wolong Food Factory next door and delivered them.

The heated pre-made dishes are served in a sealed casserole. The outside of the casserole is also covered with a thick layer of insulation paper to prevent the smell and heat from dissipating.

Seeing this, Wang Sanwei nodded and said, "No matter how exquisite it is, it is still a pre-made dish!"

Du Qingming ignored Wang Sanwei, but instead put a few pre-made dishes on the table in front of everyone, and then opened the outermost layer of insulation paper.

As the insulation paper opened, a strong fragrance spread throughout the room.

Qu Wen and others on the side couldn't help but sniffing, and they all smelled at the table: "It smells so good, it smells like fish!"

"I smelled braised pork!"

"And Mapo tofu!"

Everyone curiously surrounded five or six clay pots and guessed the dishes inside. After Wang Sanwei smelled the fragrance, his eyes began to become a little unstable, and he obviously felt a little weak inside.

Du Qingming was still provocatively shouting at Wang Sanwei: "Chef Wang, is this lid you come or me?"

Wang Sanwei said impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense, open it up!"

Du Qingming shook his head, then opened the lid of the casserole one by one, and suddenly, the room was filled with various fragrances.

Qu Wen and others, looking at the dishes that were very good, couldn't help swallowing, and the greed in their stomachs were also hooked out.

As soon as Qu Wen stretched out his hand, he was knocked off by Gu Yuan: "What's the hurry? Let Chef Wang comment first!"

Qu Wen retreated embarrassedly and said, "Yes, let the gold medal chef taste it first!"

"Chef Wang, why are you still standing there?" Du Qingming took the initiative to pick up a pair of chopsticks and angled Wang Sanwei.

Only then did Wang Sanwei walk to the table reluctantly under the gaze of everyone, but just glanced at the casserole, and Wang Sanwei widened his eyes.

Because the appearance of these dishes in front of him was somewhat beyond his expectations, he had come into contact with pre-made dishes. Before he could become the chef of Kyoto Hotel, he also became a chef in many hotels. At that time, many hotels would use pre-made dishes on a small scale in order to save time and labor costs.

How to say those pre-made dishes? The taste cannot be said to be unpleasant, it can only be said to be edible, but it is a good look. The things made by machines can only be said to be average!

"This, is this really a pre-made dish? You won't fool me, right?" Wang Sanwei said in surprise.

Du Qingming forced the chopsticks into Wang Sanwei's hand and said bluntly: "Please give a comment from Master Wang!"

Then Wang Sanwei snorted coldly on the shelf, slowly grabbed a piece of braised pork and put it in his mouth.

The moment the soft and tender braised pork was put into his mouth, the expression on Wang Sanwei's face solidified.

Before the people around him asked, Wang Sanwei seemed to be crazy and quickly tasted every dish, then his face was in a bad mood and stiff.

"How about Chef Wang? Can this pre-made dish still be eaten?" Du Qingming asked in a humble manner.

Wang Sanwei looked at Du Qingming in disbelief and said, "How could this happen? How did this be done!"

"How can pre-made dishes have this flavor? They shouldn't have such a level!"

"You must be fooling me. This cannot be a pre-made dish!" Wang Sanwei kept shook his head, unwilling to believe all this. If the pre-made dishes processed by the machine were of this level, wouldn't he be unemployed?

Looking at Wang Sanwei's panic, Gu Yuan smiled and said, "Okay, Boss Du, don't tease Chef Wang!"

"Old Wang, are you satisfied with what you made yourself?" Gu Yuan looked at Wang Sanwei.

Wang Sanwei was stunned and looked at Gu Yuan blankly: "What did I do?"

Du Qingming then revealed the secret and said, "Yes, have you forgotten the recipe you studied some time ago? This is your result!"

"Wolong Food Factory has been constantly experimenting and improving based on your dish recipes recently, and finally it has reached half the level you have made. I have to say, you are this!" Du Qingming said with emotion, and did not forget to give Wang Sanwei a thumbs up.

After hearing Du Qingming's explanation, Wang Sanwei suddenly realized that no wonder he tasted a familiar taste! Emotions are made with his own recipe!

In an instant, Wang Sanwei laughed: "That's right, don't look at whose recipe it is."

Seeing that Wang Sanwei didn't mention the pre-made dishes at all, Gu Yuan said without hesitation: "How is Chef Wang's pre-made dishes? Is it fragrant?"

Wang Sanwei showed an embarrassment on his face. Then he thought, since this was made by himself, there was something to make a difficult situation. He said shamelessly: "It smells good! How can there be something not smell good from our Wolong Food Factory?"

"Then this dinner? Can this be eaten by the villagers?" Gu Yuan said with a smile
Chapter completed!