v2 Chapter 234： Best dessert

At the reporter's table, they noticed the movements next to each other and discussed them.

"What's wrong over there?"

"It seems that Mr. Xu Cheng wants to order."

"Ordering dishes? The dishes don't suit Mr. Xu Cheng's appetite? This is a big event. Keep a note of it. Who used to check it out?" A reporter looked at the excitement, and it looked like the fire in front of it was burning and wanted to pour two barrels of gasoline. The old faults have been committed again.

A colleague Wang of the same magazine yanked his clothes and gave him a hint of eyes.

This one gave money, and the price is still high!

A reporter immediately responded and shifted the topic: "I just watched this restaurant ordering on a tablet. It was very interesting. Lao Wang, we also went to the waiter for a tablet to see the menu."

Colleague Wang surnamed this idea, and went to the waiter for a tablet.

In the end, Jiyue came over with a stack of tablets, followed by two young and beautiful professional waiters to explain. Two minutes later, guests in Area C, like all other guests, couldn't help themselves.

How to say, this order system is quite fun.

At first Xu Cheng just wanted to order Xia Mudi a porridge. He remembered that Jiang Feng's eight-treasure porridge was cooked quite well. As a result, when he got the tablet, it was like a woman ordering Taobao.

The more you look at the new, the Jiang family is powerful. The top four of the good taste cooking contest have become employees of Taifeng Building. Even Ji Xue and Sun Jikai are co-authoring a cooking contest with him and Han Guishan. Here is a selection of chefs for Taifeng House.

There are many dishes in it, he wants to order them, especially Jiang Weiming's chicken sauce and bean curd, but today is not the time. He originally planned to stay in Peiping for a while, and some time was to slowly taste the craftsmanship of two master Jiang from Taifeng House, especially those that had never been eaten in a healthy cooking restaurant.

"Jiang Feng's restaurant is very good. Can you guess who his family has dug up to cook?" Pei Shenghua smiled at Tong Deyan.

Tong Deyan focused on eating and ignored him.

"Wu Minqi?" Zhu Chang asked.

"Not only but also, we all know each other." Pei Shenghua smiled mysteriously.

"Both know? I heard Yao Xingsheng of Ruyifang wants to emigrate to accompany his son. Wouldn't he have dug him up?" Zhu Chang opened his brain.

"Where did you go? Yao Xingsheng was sending a circle of friends to make lunch for his son yesterday. We know Yao Xingsheng and Zang Mu don't know, let's guess!" Pei Shenghua's ugly face.

"Served, yam." De Deyan said.

Pei Shenghua immediately stopped playing the boring game where everyone came to guess people, put down the tablet and handed it to Zhu Chang, took out the mobile phone and did not forget to warn Tong Deyan: "Let me take a picture first."

Zhu Chang took the tablet and looked at it with a surprised look: "Oh, it was Jiang Feng who cut Sun Lao's husband, and Sun Lao's grandson was here too. Thanks to this time Sun Lao didn't come, or I really got so angry. Now. "

"Eh?" Yun Deyan showed interest, and glanced over. "Zhang Guanghang is here too, no wonder Mr. Xia Lao is here today."

"Who is Zhang Guanghang? Still related to Mr. Xia Lao?" A chef at the table asked curiously.

"Abel Duran, the French genius chef and apprentice of Mr. Xia Lao, don't you know? The food competition I was a judge some time ago, Tong Deyan, Zhu Chang and Zang Mu are also judges, all broadcast on TV I was handsome when I took a photo, but you did n’t even watch it? The net comprehensive broadcast has hundreds of millions of views. My Weibo fans have hundreds of thousands. Zhang Guanghang is the third place in that competition. After completing the photo, launch the skill: Talking.

"He is actually an apprentice to Mr. Xia Lao! Hasn't he won a lot of awards internationally? I remember that I also read his report some time ago, and he is the third? Who is the first?" Wei is a friend of Pei Shenghua, who can quickly and accurately extract keywords from his long list of nonsense.

"You haven't said why you haven't watched that show, you haven't watched any variety show, haven't I made friends in the circle before? Haven't you watched my circle of friends?" Pei Shenghua continued to carry out the big talk.

"This wire drawing yam should be made by Jiang Feng, which is the second place in our game. It is quite good. You can try it while you are hot." Zhu Chang invited and automatically blocked Pei Shenghua.

The chef at the same table grabbed a chopsticks and took a bite of yam, and the yam inside was still steaming.

Just one sip is amazing.

"Yes, this drawing yam is really good. Which chef is Jiang Feng, why haven't I heard of it before?" The chef at the same table brightened and automatically blocked Pei Shenghua.

"It's the Shaodong family of this store. I haven't heard of it before. I only know that they opened a restaurant next to the A building. It's quite famous. Suddenly I got the news that Taifeng Building was opened by us Also startled. "Pei Shenghua tried to join the group chat again.

"Let's eat it, the yam will be cold in a few moments." Ji Deyan really wondered, Pei Shenghua spent most of his life talking nonsense, where the time came to practice this good cooking.

Speak out?

At the reporter's table, the photographers were looking for a good angle to make the yam more delicious, and no one touched the chopsticks. This is the way to do this. The food in your mouth is always cold, and only the reporters of professional food magazines can occasionally eat hot food during interviews, and most of the time they take hot food.

"Xiao Tang, you take a brushed close-up." Reporter Hu commanded, took a chopstick and clamped a chopstick to pull the yam.

The filaments are slender and clear, with clear roots.

After Xiao Tang finished shooting, Reporter Hu forgot to dip it in water ~ www.novelhall.com ~ and pulled out the old sugar thread. For a while, he was in a mess and only went to dip the water to break the sugar thread.

"Reporter Hu hasn't eaten yam yam?" The reporter next to him is a reporter from a food magazine. He is not well-known, but he has a bit of status in the food circle.

"I'm from Spring City. After coming to work in Peiping, I was busy working overtime every day. I didn't have time to go out to the restaurant. How can we have this kind of food?" Reporter Hu said, trying to taste the yam.

"You have to be careful when you eat this. The yam inside is still hot when the sugar shell is cold. Be careful to burn your mouth." The reporter from the side suggested that "Spring City is a good place, there is no work pressure, and the days are easy." "

Reporter Hu smiled a little, thinking that without money, of course, life is easy. If it wasn't for lack of money to let the family live a good life, who would let the leisurely days go to the north.

Entrance.

Sweet, crisp, cottony, and a taste that is not clear, not the sweetness of food, nor the sweetness of syrup, like love is the sweetness of honey on the mouth, but the joy, the joy, the sincerity, Is happiness.

Reporter Hu thought of the girl who had been sitting at his back table with a heavy bangs and a half-faced face as soon as she lowered her head. She was silent and had no sense of presence. When she returned to class after the college entrance examination, she gave it to her. I got a note from him: May I be like a star king and a moon, and the streamers will be bright every night.

It's a pity that the final result is: this situation can be reminiscent of memory, but it was gone at that time.

He was floating in Peiping like duckweed, while she was in Spring City, flowering.

"Reporter Hu, how is it?" Asked the reporter from the food magazine next to him with a smile.

"It's delicious. This is the best dessert I have ever had." Reporter Hu smiled.

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