Fatty Luo said without hesitation.

"Boy, I want to know what is in your gourd? It can actually make this turtle taste so delicious?"

Fatty Luo's eyes were so vicious that the most important reason why this turtle was so delicious was that when Wang Hao had put a small spoon of "unknown liquid" into the pot when he was putting it on.

"Haha, this is a secret recipe for family traditions, I can't tell you!" Wang Hao said with a smile, of course he would not tell the other party honestly that this is a spiritual liquid like "nion jade liquid".

"Okay, okay! Since it is a secret recipe, I won't ask more questions!" Fatty Luo smiled and nodded. In the chef circle, it is not a rare thing to have his own unique technique. If others don't say it, they can't ask.

"Does anyone have any objections to this dish?" Fatty Luo looked at the chefs and asked.

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The chefs looked at each other, knowing that they had indeed underestimated Wang Hao before, shook their heads, and no one spoke.

"Okay, let's try another dish next!" After saying that, Fatty Luo picked up the boiled water beside him, rinsed his mouth, and planned to pick up a piece of white-cut chicken.

But at this moment, Wang Hao spoke: "Wait a minute!"

"Hmm? What's wrong?" Fatty Luo looked at Wang Hao in surprise and asked.

Wang Hao didn't answer, and walked forward with a smile, reached out to pinch a chicken leg, and then said, "It's okay, you can try it!"

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Everyone looked at Wang Hao's actions and rolled their eyes constantly.

"What a bullshit situation? You have to take away a chicken leg before trying it?"

"I really thought we would snatch your chicken legs to eat!? Isn't it just a plate of white cut chicken? Who hasn't eaten it?"

"This chicken can only be considered a lame chicken. I will definitely give a negative review on the appearance of this chicken later!"

The chef kept complaining in his heart, but the movements in his hands were not slow, and he picked up a piece of white-cut chicken and put it in his mouth to try it.

"I... is this chicken?" As soon as I got in, a man couldn't help but shout, not paying attention to the fact that he had just said two dirty words.

"It's so delicious. This chicken skin is so crispy and not a little greasy!"

"This chicken is also sweet and delicious. Is this a white cut chicken? Is it a white cut phoenix?"

"You uh!" Just as everyone was still sighing, a "smart" chef had already pounced on him, grabbed the last chicken leg, and stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation.

"I, Cao... Gao Qi, you kid, are you snatching food like this? Believe it or not, I will beat you to death!"

"Damn it, pull him away quickly. This kid has already snatched a chicken leg and can't continue eating it for him!"

"Bastard, let it go, this is mine!"

"Your name? Did you write your name? Whoever grabs it will be whoever gets it!"

"I, Cao, you can also grab the chicken ass. Are you still a human?"

"Wow, I'm damn, I've eaten it, you don't think it's dirty!"

"I'm afraid of hair. After today, I don't have to eat chicken feathers! Still care about this?"

"Chicken feet, and one chicken feet!"

Everyone saw a chicken claw that had fallen to the ground before and pounced on it. No one thought the chicken claws were dirty when they fell to the ground.

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Su Xiaoyun, Fatty Luo and Wang Hao all looked confused when they looked at the chefs so crazy.

Although Wang Hao knew that the chicken was delicious, it was not that far, which was... too exaggerated.

"Wang Hao, is this chicken really so delicious?" Su Xiaoyun never touched a piece of the dish cooked by Wang Hao from beginning to end.

After all, this is a five-star hotel. How could anyone who can be a chef here fight for a piece of white-cut chicken? If this is to be spread, how would others look at the kitchen of their hotel?

"Hehe, I've left it for you specifically? I just treat it as a treat to you!" At this moment, Wang Hao took out the chicken leg he took away first.

"What? You want to send me a chicken leg? You think beautifully!" Su Xiaoyun almost tilted his nose when he heard Wang Hao's words and said angrily.

"...You don't want it?" Wang Hao was a little depressed. Su Xiaoyun didn't even look at it when he left it kindly.

"Mr. Su, if you don't want it, then we're welcome!"

At this moment, a group of chefs with green eyes stared at the chicken legs in Wang Hao's hands, just like a group of wolves who had been hungry for several months and had not seen meat. The saliva flowed down, but no one paid attention to it.

As long as Su Xiaoyun nodded, they would pounce on the chicken legs in Wang Hao's hand like a hungry tiger pounced on the sheep.

"You..." Seeing the various senior chefs in their hotel seemingly had never eaten meat in their lives, Su Xiaoyun almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

He snatched the chicken leg from Wang Hao's hand and bit it hard, cutting off these people's thoughts.

"Uh..." Just after Su Xiaoyun took a bite of the chicken legs, his expression changed instantly.

So delicious! So delicious! These chicken legs are so delicious!

Su Xiaoyun didn't care about her image and ate the chicken legs in her hands in big mouthfuls. She even chewed such a big chicken legs in less than a minute, without any meat left.

"Gurl!"

The chefs looked at Su Xiaoyun eating chicken legs and couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

"Wang Hao, is there any? This chicken is so delicious!" Su Xiaoyun finished eating a chicken leg and turned around and asked Wang Hao.

"..." Wang Hao looked speechless and looked at the empty plates on the table, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Boy, what kind of chicken is your chicken? It's so delicious?" At this moment, Fatty Zhang spoke.

Others don’t know, but he knows very well. When Wang Hao made this white-cut chicken, he used ordinary ingredients and had never touched the gourd at his waist.

In this way, the problem naturally arises in this chicken.

"Hehe! This is the broiler I have newly bred in Fenglin Village. It tastes pretty good!" Wang Hao smiled.

"Not bad? This is called good? This taste is simply a rare delicacy in the world!" Everyone rolled their eyes at Wang Hao when they heard Wang Hao's words.

"When did you start raising chickens?" Su Xiaoyun asked with a depressed look on her face.

"Just a while ago, I came here today to invite you to have a meal and sell this broiler by the way. Let's see if your hotel wants it!" Wang Hao said with a smile.

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After hearing this, everyone's eyes suddenly shone.

"I, Cao, it turns out that there are still these kinds of chickens. If we buy them in the hotel, wouldn't we have something to eat every day?"

"Oh my God, my greatest luck in my life is to be a chef at Yunqing Hotel..."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!