The fat man tasted a piece of goose meat, and his eyes shone and he started to eat it with a heavy tone.

Mai Yanbao's eyes rolled, and he also picked up a piece of meat and sent it to Lin Tianlu, and said gently: "Darling, ah~"

Lin Tianlu ate the roast goose and praised it: "It's delicious! I have never eaten such delicious roast goose in China! Try it too!"

"I want to feed you too~"

"Okay, okay!"

On the side, Huang Sisi and Hao Xin showed a look of wanting to vomit.

“Disgusting ~”

"Yeah, yeah, it's so disgusting!"

The two bit their ears.

Mai Yanbao didn't hear it, and even if he heard it, he wouldn't care. She opened her mouth with a teasing look on her face, licked her lips gently, and then held the flesh that Lin Tianlu had grabbed in her mouth and swallowed it, and was about to show her enjoyment to seduce the other party-

"Huh? It's so delicious? It's much better than the oil-sealed duck I had with me with another spare tire!"

The air suddenly became quiet.

The chopsticks in Lin Tianlu's hand suddenly fell into the air.

Huang Sisi and Hao Xin's faces were full of excitement.

In the entire lobby, only the sound of a fat man focusing on eating roast goose was left.

In the kitchen, Hao Xian looked at the "Peng Zu Chef Sutra", and the newly acquired kitchen immortal skills flashed through his mind—

"Honest tongue": If the eater thinks the chef's cooking is delicious, then he can only tell the truth for a period of time and cannot lie.

It's not a serious skill...

"Did you just talk about a spare tire?" Lin Tianlu asked with a cold face.

"Darling, listen to my explanation. Although you are not as good as him in my spare tire ranking, you spend the most money!" After Mai Yanbao "explained", he felt something was wrong. His mouth remained in an O-shaped shape and fell into a dullness.

"Spare tire ranking?" Lin Tianlu's veins swelled up, and his cuckold was not just a single one, but a shopping cart full of hats?

"What do you think about? I only have twenty spare tires after going abroad. Unlike when I was still in China, I could change my person on a day without a month." Mai Yanbao gave another wonderful "explanation" again in a panic.

"Bichi!" Lin Tianlu suddenly stood up, but remembered that her family had taught her that she could not beat women, and she resisted the urge to take action and turned around and walked out of the store, "Don't let me see you again in the future!"

"Darling! Don't leave Darling! You haven't slept with me in the top ten spare tires, so you will regret it!" Mai Yanbao chased after him.

"Bitch!" Lin Tianlu finally got angry and no longer cared about the tutor, and was scrambled by a big ear.

Mai Yanbao fell outside the store, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he covered his face and cried bitterly: "You dare to hit me! My godfathers have never hit me!"

Lin Tianlu was already ready to leave, but when he heard this, he felt that he was not satisfied with his slap. He bent down and blurted his face with the other side. Then he suddenly remembered something and returned to the store to put down the meal money, leaving without looking back.

Mai Yanbao got up crying, and the corners of his mouth were red, which was unexpectedly symmetrical. She kicked the threshold of her hometown hall and cursed: "Spicy Chinese Chicken! I am so unlucky because of Chinese food! It's best that all Chinese foods will go bankrupt quickly!"

Seeing Huang Sisi walking towards her with a fierce look on his face, Mai Yanbao immediately stumbled into the crowd and ran away.

Now she doesn't know that as her hometown hall becomes famous in the future, her other spare tires will be recommended, and will take her to experience the "honest tongue" one by one...

"Can I not want this skill? It's so disturbing to the people." Hao Xian looked at the "Peng Zu Chef Sutra" with a helpless look on his face.

He opened a restaurant, not a theater. Accepting his father's cooking knowledge can also help him improve his cooking skills and strive to make delicious dishes in the future without cheating, but this "honest tongue" seems to be used to make trouble.

As soon as he had the idea of ​​not wanting skills, he felt that his ability was turned off and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and said:

"It turns out that I can choose whether it takes effect by myself. I will not use it again in the future. I will definitely not use it!"

However, when thinking about the woman who admired foreigners just now, Hao Xian felt angry and said angrily:

"Whites and black people don't like them can also be attributed to their taste and habits. She is a Chinese who speaks fluent Chinese. I don't believe she grew up eating Western food since she was a child. Why should she look down on Chinese food?"

"What are you talking to yourself alone in the kitchen?" Huang Sisi led Hao Xin to push the door and walked into the kitchen.

"Sister Sisi, I want everyone in Quanmiaoguo and the world to know how delicious Chinese food is!" Hao Xiansu said.

Seeing his serious look, Huang Sisi couldn't help laughing out loud: "Xiaoxian, this is something that all chefs in China have struggled for many years but have not done yet? Although Chinese food has become popular in many countries, it is far from making people all over the world think that Chinese food is delicious. You just can make Uncle Hao's dishes, and you are thinking about conquering the world?"

"I want to!" Hao Xian nodded heavily.

He may not be able to make Chinese food conquer the stomachs of all the villagers on earth for his whole life. He originally did not have such ambition, but now he has obtained the "Peng Zu Chef Sutra". Since he wants to be a protector of the Chinese food inheritance, he should naturally have greater goals!

Huang Sisi was stunned for a moment, realizing that his younger brother was stubborn again, and sighed and said, "Then you might as well participate in some cooking competitions first. If you get good results, it will be considered to be a promotion for the hometown hall."

Hao Xian nodded thoughtfully.

Because Chinese chefs mostly use electrical appliances and kitchenware in international competitions, they cannot use gas or open flames, so they find it difficult to exert their true strength. Older Chinese food masters rarely participate. He wants to promote Chinese food culture, which is a suitable entry point.

"I remember that last year's Street Food Overlord Championship was particularly popular! The champion was the chef of Walton Burger, so their business is so good now. Should we sign up this year?" Hao Xin made a plan.

"I can't go to that competition just by wanting to participate. I must get recommendations from sponsors or well-known foodies. None of our stores in Chinatown were qualified for the competition last year. Uncle Hao could go if he was willing to ask friends for help, but he was busy in seclusion and researching new dishes."

After hearing Huang Sisi's words, Hao Xian couldn't help but feel a little worried.

At this moment, the fat man in the lobby, who was always trying to eliminate the roast goose, was not moved by external objects, finally spit out the last bone, touched his stomach with satisfaction, took out his cell phone and started beating loudly:

"I met a delicious restaurant in Chinatown and bought me a property nearby. What? The city mall next to us belongs to ours? That's all right. Send the keys here and help me get the qualification for the second Street Food Overlord Championship. The contestants are..."

The fat man said this in English, was stunned for a moment, and instead shouted to the kitchen in Chinese:
Chapter completed!