ps: I had unexpected things yesterday. I had said that my sister was not good at driving skills and didn't listen! I went out to find something bad, and I got into a bicycle! I was so worried that I didn't even care about a leave notice

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I'm still dealing with some aftermaths these two days, so I can only barely guarantee two updates. After these three or two days, I will definitely make up for what I owe yesterday... Thanks to the monthly tickets of the book friends of "Aolang Ao"'likoo" for their 'monthly tickets.

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Mr. Xu Fu played the role of the "God of Creation" two thousand years ago, and created such a nation on the earth. He waded his short legs and held the plaster flag, and they all looked like his elixir next to his elixir furnace.

Little medicine boy.

This is a nation with extreme inferiority and extreme self-esteem. When you are strong enough, it will look up to you with great respect; when you are weak, it will ravage you, destroy you, and rape you. To this nation, a generation

Mr. Xu, a Confucian businessman, summed up a sentence--'It's a nation that is not dealt with, don't be polite to them'. Daheng treats it with courtesy, which is due to the eternal civilized etiquette of the great country of China, but it's time.

On the court, you must deal with it hard, otherwise it will be in vain to millions of fans who support Daheng!

These guys from the plaster country are polite. Even when facing ordinary waiters, they are still full of vigilance and distrust that comes from their bones makes it easy to tell them.

It’s just because of humility. More than 30 people and their head coach occupied a corner of the Western restaurant, but no one ordered a cup of coffee or even a cup of ice water. Fortunately, the waiters had to give Daheng instructions.

They are free to move around and are too lazy to go up and ask.

After a while, more than a dozen team staff members came over carrying boxes one by one, took out a set of tableware from the boxes, and placed it in front of the team members and coaches. Li Shuangkai curled his lips as he saw it, and snorted secretly, these little ghosts

I even brought the tableware I used. This is obvious that I don’t believe in Da Heng? What big thing can be accomplished if I’m so stingy?

"Brother, I feel angry when I see it. I don't understand what you have to come here to do?"

Li Shuangkai lowered his voice and said, "That Iwada monk may not be able to do something 'Kanto Cook' today. Even if it is done, you and I won't get a share of the pie. Could it be that he ran over and watched the people drink the soup? To be honest, what's this

Isn’t Guandong cooked just the “rough stew” of our Chinese? Make a pot of grey, black and black soup base and throw everything in it. How can the taste be good? I don’t understand, why do Japanese devils still think of it as

Good stuff..."

"Haha. Brother Shuangkai doesn't know anything. The island country is poor and the people have never eaten anything good. During the Song Dynasty, there were 72 main restaurants in Kaifeng, our country, with countless snacks, and the people also ate fish.

Everyone is well-off, and in the Qing Dynasty, they even created a Linlang banquet like the Manchu and Han banquet. But do you know what the people eat in ancient island countries? A bowl of mixed rice porridge and a small salted fish. That is the life of the rich and wealthy families.

If you want to have a lot of food, you have to be at the level of the little lord..."

"Oh, what are the little lords eating?

At this moment, the little kids were waiting for the food to be served. What else could the two of them do while drinking coffee? Let’s chat? Li Shuangkai became interested in hearing this.

"Little Lord? Then life is a luxury. With an extra bowl of soy sauce soup, many civilians are envious..." Zhou Yi laughed.

Li Shuangkai was stunned. The second son of the Li family squirted on the spot and wiped the corners of his mouth. He turned his head and glanced at the little ghosts, with pity in his eyes.

"I didn't cook Kanto that year, but it was a hodgepodge of onion and ginger soup, and all the radish, fish fillets and meatballs were thrown in. But this was something that Daming could enjoy. The final production of Kanto was because the island country entered the reform era and the industrial height was With the development, the marine fishing capacity has gradually taken shape. In addition, the emergence of cumin introduced from China, kelp, cumin and wood-fish meal appeared in the chowder soup. The chefs also began to pay attention to the taste of diners, which was named."

Zhou Yi smiled and said: "Later, after careful research by several generations of Hokkaido chefs, this dish became one of Emperor Meiji's favorite dishes and finally became famous all over the world."

"So that's it... Emperor Meiji doesn't seem to have a good taste. Isn't it still a hodgepodge?" Li Shuangkai laughed, his voice rising a little, and immediately attracted dozens of angry gazes. The emperor is no less than Tang Zong and Song Zu in the minds of the island people. He ridiculed and ridiculed in public. It was already very polite if these hot-tempered island players did not rush over to find him to pk.

"Zhou...Mr. Zhou, is it really you?"

An islander had just walked into a Western restaurant and looked at him with some anger when he heard Li Shuangkai's words. But when he saw Zhou Yi, his face immediately changed from anger and dissatisfaction to surprise and respect, and he ran to Zhou Yi. Without saying a word, he bowed deeply: "Sir, I am Daben... Daben Hirohiko!"

Several island players have already stood up and walked towards Li Shuangkai. Seeing Hirohiko Omoto's performance, they had to frown and sit back. The top chef Dabien doesn't matter, but the monk behind him makes them extremely respectful. of.

"Big Bo?" Zhou Yi deliberately frowned and tried his best to play the planned encounter as an unintentional encounter.

"Sir, have you forgotten? At the French Wine and Food Fair, your fried lotus root slices deeply impressed me. You also agreed to DaBen. If I win the island nation's cooking championship, you will consider accepting me as a foreign disciple. Sir, have you forgotten?" Hirohiko Omoto pouted gently. He felt very wronged. He still remembered Mr. even in his dream. Why did Mr. forget him?

"Oh, is it a big book?" Zhou Yi finally nodded: "Is there such a thing? Why, you have won the championship in the cooking competition across the island?"

"Sir, there are countless cooking experts in our country, and it's so difficult to win the championship." Hirohiko Omoto smiled bitterly: "I am now following Master Iwada and being the chef of the Hijiji Team. Sir, it's just that I told you that I have told you Master Iwata."

"Have he accepted you as a disciple?"

"No, just like you, the outstanding master always tests me, a poor seeker. I am just the assistant of Master Iwata... Sir, do you want me to introduce you to Master?"

Hirohiko Omoto's eyes lit up. Zhou Yi and Iwada Monk were the most powerful chefs he had ever seen. So who is stronger? He is looking forward to seeing Mars hitting the Earth.

"I think it shouldn't be used. If I read it correctly, this person should be Master Iwata, right?"

Zhou Yi nodded with a smile. A monk wearing a tall hat was standing behind Hirohiko Omoto, and was also looking at him with a smile, even in the hotel restaurant.

"Amitabha, Mr. Zhou, the little monk greeted you."

"I dare not be a master. He is like flowing water and moving like a breeze. He is natural but not far-fetched, but he looks low-key. He seems to be not only a skilled cooking skill, but also a famous martial arts master?"

Ninja! Zhou Yi was polite, but was slightly shocked in his heart.

"Everyone, Amitabha, Zhou donor is also very human, haha..."

“Hahahaha…”
Chapter completed!