Chapter 840

Jun Zilin heard, only feel hot face.

Fortunately, Zhou Jin didn't seem to hear it.

After slicing the meat into thin slices, it was sliced into shredded meat. There were only some rigid shredded meat on the cutting board.

It's a little ugly compared with the slender shredded meat of Mr. Cao.

"Now Mr. Zhou will lose!" Some of the people said.

"Not necessarily. We have to cook. Wait and see!" Some say it again.

There are plates of wine and sauce on the table.

After soaking the meat in wine and sauce, he asked people to put the pot into the stove and put the vegetable oil into the pot.

Looking at Mr. Zhou, he put the meat directly into the vegetable oil, then poured the sauce and wine into the pot, stir fried with a long spoon.

Two people's procedures are completely reversed.

Everyone is inclined to the dishes of Mr. Cao.

Mr. Cao put vinegar and powdered sugar into the dish, then poured the scallion and green vegetables into the pot to make the final stir fry. All of a sudden, there was a smell of meat in the field.

Look at Mr. Zhou again. He scooped up a spoonful of water and threw it into the pot. Then he covered the pot and simmered, just waiting.

When Cao's dishes came out of the oven, Zhou threw the vegetables into the pot. After that, he went out of the pot.

Both dishes are out of the pot.

Cao Pengyi shook his head at Zhou Jin's Stewed dish. "Zhou, you've fried it."

"Your food is not good either." Zhou Jin's cool eyes swept toward Cao Pengyi's dish. Both the dish and the meat looked fresh, but they were not necessarily edible.

After two dishes were sent up, it was originally for seven people who were willing to try them to judge the dishes.

However, Mr. Cao seldom cooks his own dishes. Naturally, he doesn't want to let others bargain. He points to Jun Zilin on the spot, "Miss Jun, I'll give you my dishes. They're delicious. You don't have to be too grateful!"

Jun Zilin a listen, light hook lips, pointed to the seven judges, "or invite seven to taste it, Cao Da childe such cooking, is not to let everyone know is."

"Well, don't you want to eat?" Cao Pengyi is angry.

Jun Zilin is silent and does not return to him.

When Zhou Jin saw it, he took advantage of the situation and sent his own dishes up. He said in a loud voice, "please try my dishes for Miss Jun."

"You..." Cao Pengyi was angry when he saw that Zhou's surname was just like himself.

Zhou Jin turned his head and glanced at him haughtily, which made Cao Pengyi deeply feel that he had lost the upper hand and his anger was more intense.

"Mr. Zhou's dishes should be shared with Mr. Cao's, so it's more reasonable to try them." Jun Zilin said with a smile, very polite.

Cao Pengyi, who was very angry, saw that Miss Jun didn't eat the food surnamed Zhou. On the spot, he seemed to pull back the game and laughed, "it seems that Mr. Zhou doesn't have such a big face!"

Two dishes were sent up, and each of the seven tasted a chopstick.

People didn't take a mouthful of the food.

"Pa Pa Pa!"

Seeing this, Mr. Cao clapped his hand and laughed. He looked at Zhou Jin triumphantly, "Mr. Zhou, your food is delicious. Look, everyone has vomited after eating your food!"

When Zhou Jin saw him, his handsome face was like ice.

He slowly toward love imperial concubine to see, but Jun Zi Lin is silently don't open a face.

Her royal highness of the king of Jin has a deep understanding of how bad cooking is. She really doesn't need to verify it again.

"Well, well, let's have a taste of all the dishes made by my eldest son." Cao Pengyi, with a generous tone and a superior attitude, directly sent his fried shredded meat to the public for them to taste.

After eating Mr. Zhou's boiled shredded meat with a lot of salt, we felt that we were so salty that we needed a fresh side dish to fill our throat.

So he gladly accepted Mr. Cao's suggestion, moved his chopsticks together, put fried shredded meat in his mouth and tasted it.

As a result, they could only chew two mouthfuls, and they vomited all they had swallowed.

People were filled with resentment and looked at Mr. Cao in horror. They wished they had never eaten his food before.

"What's the matter? How delicious the dishes are! They must be delicious!" Cao Pengyi angrily looked at these people who didn't know the goods. He filled the food in his mouth, but within a second, he vomited out again.

"Raw! Raw

Someone called and pointed to the dish of Mr. Cao, "it's not cooked yet!"

Some people refer to the dishes of Mr. Zhou, "too much salt, it's very salty!"

"Mr. Zhou and Mr. Cao are really good at cooking. I can't judge them. Goodbye!"

The seven judges left with their fists together, as if they were avoiding the plague.

Zhou Jin shrugged and said, "it's just that if you put more salt, you can still eat it. Just put some more water to flush it. But the raw food is -- "

" just burn it in the fire again! " Cao Pengyi roared back.The two glared at each other, and neither of them agreed.

Jun Zilin frowned. Unexpectedly, the dishes made by Mr. Cao were not as good as those made by Mr. Zhou Jin. I really had too much hope.

I don't know how to use it.

Stand up, Jun Zilin ready to leave.

Zhou Jin said, "let's go. The food made by Mr. Cao is not delicious. The food in chunfenglou must be hard to eat. I'll find another place to eat."

"What are you talking about! I never cook. If it wasn't for Miss Jun, I would be too lazy to do it! " Cao Pengyi argued later that the king of Jin and his wife had already got on the carriage.

"We'd better go back to our house. At least it's not too salty and it's not undercooked." Jun Zilin said, and ordered the coachman back to Yulin house.

Zhou Jin knew that today's meal was in vain. He thought he could win Cao Pengyi.

Once upon a time, in the military camp, he cooked more or less. But this time, he put more salt in his hands.

Jun Zilin thought that he could see where Zhou Jin's private bank was in Chunfeng building. Unexpectedly, he wanted to cook through a competition as an opportunity for free.

Rather than rely on cooking skills, let him try martial arts and so on, more reliable.

Shaking her head, she felt that Zhou Jin had used the wrong strategy.

Back to the house, he ordered Xiaodie to buy some good dishes for cook Yan to cook.

After that, Xiao die came back and asked, "Miss, do we have any money left?"

When people in a house eat, they make a variety of dishes. It really needs money.

"We have as much as you have left." Jun Zilin answers her like this.

"Oh, that's too little!"

Little butterfly said anxiously, "Miss, we can't last long. If we go on like this, we'll run out of food."

"I know."

Jun Zi Lin is also very distressed, holding his head in his hand and looking at the outside.

"Then don't go to Lin's?" Butterfly suggested in a low voice.

"As long as we cure young master Lin, we will have money." See young lady don't speak, small butterfly encourage a way again.

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