"What's going on? How could my brother make Zuo Zongtang chicken?" Hao Xin slapped the table in shock.

Don Fabio, Bai Chongyuan and the other three small tables all looked over. Tons of them didn't look at them. They were eager to eat and couldn't turn their necks.

Huang Sisi quickly pulled Hao Xin: "Be careful, sit down."

"Sister Sisi, do you think my brother will be kidnapped?" Hao Xin was in a mess.

"Calm down, who would kidnap your brother just to make him a Zuo Zongtang chicken?" Huang Sisi gently touched Hao Xin's head and comforted him.

"You can do it! Sister Sisi, you were sought to force my brother to make Zuo Zongtang chicken. Didn't you almost do something like taking back the store and paying the liquidated damages?"

"..." Huang Sisi silently withdrew the hand that touched Hao Xin's head.

Humph, it hurts you in vain!

"What the hell is going on?" Dong Beibei, who was a man from Orange, looked confused.

"When Xiaoxian first took over the hometown hall, Sisi advised him to make Western Chinese food such as Zuo Zongtang chicken and Li Hongzhang mixed rice dumplings to maintain daily operations, but he would rather die than always do it because he felt that these were not authentic Chinese food." Hua Luoyu explained.

"Then is it really delicious to cook this dish in the competition now?" Dongbeibei said.

"How is that possible? Xiaoxian is not that kind of person." Chen Xi shook his head with a smile.

"That's right, even if he thinks that Zuo Zongtang chicken can win the game, as long as he doesn't agree that the Miaoshi Zuo Zongtang chicken is Chinese food, Xiaoxian will never make it." Ling Xiuyan echoed.

"In other words... Xiaoxian no longer looks down on Zuo Zongtang's chicken?" Huang Sisi's eyes widened in surprise.

"My brother figured it out? How could it be? He was so stupid!" Hao Xin was also extremely shocked.

"This is the only explanation. It's incredible. What has Xiaoxian experienced?" Ling Xiuyan said in a daze.

"Did he really travel through time..." Hao Xin muttered with a frown.

"What did you say?" Huang Sisi looked at Hao Xin.

"Nothing is nothing!" Hao Xin waved his hands repeatedly.

"Let's stop guessing now. You'll know when Xiaoxian comes out and asks. The most important thing now is the result of the game!" Hua Luoyu reminded.

"Yes, which dish do you like the most?" Ling Xiuyan looked up at the center's large round table, and then fell into silence.

The aroma of fried was spreading outwards, and the members of the Macho Group gathered around the table, and everyone was eating voraciously. Some had fried chicken and chips in the other, and some had Zuo Zongtang in their mouths and sheltered from the typhoon.

No one had empty hands and mouths, and the scene was very chaotic for a while. In addition, their body shape blocked their vision, so they could not see which dish was the most popular among them.

All you can see is-

They want it all!

Everyone gave up on the reaction of the men to predict the results of the competition, so they should wait for the final scoring session.

"The live broadcast has begun to play the scene in the kitchen!" Hao Xin looked down at his phone again and said to others in advance.

Huang Sisi came over, looked at the screen and said disgustedly: "Emperor Taco? Who wants to see him? Quickly change the camera to Xiaoxian for me!"

"This seems to be a video, introducing the dishes while playing the cooking process of the contestants before." Ling Xiuyan also took out her mobile phone.

For a moment, everyone stared at their mobile phones, and the scene finally met the atmosphere of the 21st century young people having dinner together.

In the image, Hol House was focusing on picking off the black line behind the prawns, and the pleasant female voice in the narrator was introducing him in English:

"Fried shrimp in typhoon is an authentic Chinese Cantonese cuisine, which spread to the wonderful country through Hong Kong people. The Taco of the 'Tacau Emperor' Hol House player is called the freest Taco in the All-Miao Country. He will put the delicious food in any country on Taco for customers to taste. Among them, the popular Taco, which is popular among customers, includes smoked salmon taco, Greek rotating barbecue taco, and Beijing roast duck taco..."

The screen switched to the fried breadcrumbs and prawns that Hol House was stir-frying, and the entire phone screen seemed to be golden and greasy.

"I'm hungry..." Dong Beibei touched her stomach.

"Yes, I clearly said that we were invited to dinner, but we not only didn't eat anything, but also smelled the fragrance to see a group of fat people eating and drinking. Is there any reason?" Huang Sisi was angry. After saying that, he planned to go to the boss Tang Fabio here to theory.

No matter what she is, she is not a former mafia or a mafia, and she is not easy to mess with, Chinatown landlady!

"Clang".

A plate of fried shrimp tartar in typhoon pond was placed on a small round table in time.

"This is an extra preparation for all guests by Mr. Hol House." The waiter saluted.

Everyone reached out to grab the plate without hesitation, and each person, one Taco ate a disc in an instant.

"It smells so good! Garlic, oily, fresh, a little salty, a little spicy, a perfect combination. This typhoon fried shrimp is almost as pure as my dad!" Hao Xin gave a very high evaluation of Hol House's Taco.

"It tastes delicious, but it seems that there is no need to wrap it in Taco, right? Fry it directly for me and I can eat a whole plate!" The reason why Huang Sis was picking on it was not that he found it unpalatable, but that he was too delicious and didn't eat enough.

"It's very convenient to make a Taco. You can grab it and eat it with your hands, one bite at a time." Chen Xi said with a smile.

"That's right, but why did I lose it after just one bite?" Huang Sisi looked up and saw that there seemed to be Taco on the main table, and the urge to snatch it with tons of people.

But no matter how she looked at it, she seemed to have no gap and could squeeze in, so she had to give up.

"Where are fried chicken and fish and chips?" Ling Xiuyan had an idea and looked at the waiter and asked. Hol House knew that it was our part. Aqiang and Red wouldn't be so ignorant, right?

"Sorry, Joesta and Abu Duduo have only prepared dishes for the referees."

The waiter's answer instantly made many people present feel murderous intent.

"But the Zuo Zongtang chicken of contestant Hao Xian is about to be ready again. I'll go and ask if he can give you one to the guests." After the waiter said that, he nodded politely, turned around and walked back to the kitchen again.

"It's our Xiaoxian who is the most well-behaved!" Huang Sisi smiled with relief.

"Yeah, yeah! My brother is the best!" Hao Xin nodded repeatedly.

"Strange, isn't the thirty minutes of the game over? Can you continue cooking?" Ling Xiuyan glanced at the time.

"It must be specially made for us! Xiaoxian is so good. When he comes back, I will give him a big hug!" When Hua Luoyu spoke, Dong Beibei couldn't help but take a sneak peek at the "36D" on her chest.

"No, Xiaoxian has grown up, and you have grown up, so you can no longer just hug like you did when you were a child." Chen Xi stopped him.

Dong Beibei couldn't help but take a sneak glance again.

Huang Sisi was about to give Dong Beibei a righteous blow to his head, but when he saw the waiter coming with a big plate, he couldn't care.

The waiter put down the dining plate and lifted up the lid to reveal the Zuo Zongtang chicken inside.

It piled up like a hill.
Chapter completed!