I have become popular in modern times with food

Chapter 322 Nine Palace Pot ([-])
Oguri turned around, moved his lips and said nothing, there was still a trace of mockery in his eyes, which caused Takeda to narrow his eyes.

He immediately lowered his face and saluted respectfully.

Takeda walked around him, and then stood firmly in front of him, "What? Even you look down on me?" His voice was a bit sharp.

Xiaoli replied subconsciously: "I dare not."

There was some sincerity in these words. Takeda naturally knew. He frowned, looked at Xiao Li carefully, and sniffed him closely, and finally noticed something was wrong.

He was thoughtful, then suddenly laughed creepily.He patted Xiaoli's shoulder vigorously, each time getting heavier and heavier.

"Fortunately, he is my good disciple..." Wu Tian twitched the corner of his lips and let out a haha.

Just when Oguri felt that he had nowhere to hide in front of Takeda, Takeda no longer looked at him, and returned to his cold-faced grand master, stepped on the wooden clogs on the carpet, and closed the door silently.

On Watanabe's side, they are still fighting with Pierre.Without Xiaoli as an outsider, Watanabe no longer kept secrets, turned on the hands-free, and enjoyed the tea re-brewed for him by Gillian.

"Brother Watanabe, I wish you success tomorrow." Pierre said loudly on the other end of the phone.

Watanabe's eyes narrowed with a smile: "Thank you for your good words."

After hanging up the phone, he hugged Gillian again, raised her chin with his fingertips, and pressed her face intimately, not caring at all that there was an assistant watching beside him, obviously in a good mood: "Ajiao, Gillian, I didn't expect you to know such a big man. Why, it was also your...guest before?"

Gillian pushed him away, feigning displeasure, frowned, and turned her head angrily: "Master Watanabe, are you looking down on me?"

"Of course not—" Watanabe knew he had made a slip of the tongue, and quickly slapped himself on the mouth a few times to apologize to Meijiao Niang, and then coaxed, "My fault, don't be angry..."

Gillian, who was hugged again in her arms, lightly hammered his chest, but no emotion could be seen in her lowered black eyes.She recalled the night when she left Huaxia with Watanabe, someone slapped her severely, scolded her for worshiping money and greedy for vanity, and then knelt down in front of her and begged her not to leave.The crystal clear teardrops on that pale face made her brows and eyes warm a bit.

"Heh..." She curled her lips slightly, and suddenly sighed coldly.

Taking advantage of Watanabe's time talking with others, she quietly turned on her mobile phone, found an unfamiliar number marked with an asterisk, and sent a message: [It's done, don't forget your promise. 】

A second later, the other party replied: [Don't worry. 】

"A-Jiao—" Watanabe waved at her.

She deleted the message, stroked the bangs on her forehead, and smiled charmingly: "Come on."

……

On the final day, the sky began to rain lightly in the early morning.The temperature also dropped several degrees, and Fang Zilu flinched when he rushed out, rubbing the goosebumps on his arms.

It was a little early, and Huacheng was still in a misty water vapor.Holding huge black umbrellas, Huaxia's masters stepped steadily on the cobblestone road step by step, starting the final journey.

"Hiss—" Pushing open the door of the Huaxia store, Fang Zilu gasped again for a gust of cold air.

Master Ah Si gave orders calmly: "Let's start working."

Deboning raw chicken, mincing chicken, cooking soup with chicken bones, and then using minced chicken to absorb impurities in the soup, leaving the purest and most original chicken soup; chop pork bones, blanch and stew in a slow fire casserole , until the soup is stewed with big milk-colored bubbles, this is big bone soup; the fish is fried until it is browned, smashed with a spatula, then poured into boiling water and boiled, drained the fish residue, and then slipped into the tofu And preserved egg cubes, this is preserved egg fish soup.

"Hmph haha, hurry up and use the nunchuck hahaha..." Fang Zilu held a knife with one hand, and smashed the garlic seeds on the chopping board one by one. This is his main job today - a qualified seasoning Commissioner.

Chef A Si opened the casserole, put on the ingredients, and started the simple version of Buddha Jumping over the Wall stew.

Zhang Hua is cooking mushroom soup, using the simplest ingredients to get the most delicious taste.

Jiugong pot, in this small pot, there will be nine different flavors.And... different guests can have different surprises when eating——

As the meal time approached, there were more people on the street.Fang Zilu poked his head out of the open window. The rain stopped at some point, but the temperature was still a little low.He smiled, and ordered a heart-warming Jiugong pot, isn't it the best way to keep out the cold?
The first group of guests who opened the door were a young couple. It is said that they came to Huacheng from a small town in the south for their honeymoon. They did not expect to catch up with the golden age of the food competition.

Fang Zilu took a handsome swipe, picked up the handmade menu that he had rushed to make overnight, and explained it to the two of them.

The woman looked at the huge copper pot painted with watercolor pens on the menu, and the steaming heat made her smile coquettishly, and said quickly, "Hot pot? I've eaten it!" She and her friends had eaten Huaxia hot pot before. Deliciousness is something she will never forget in her life, but there is one thing she doesn't like.She frowned and shook her hand: "Don't be too spicy."

Fang Zilu winked at her playfully: "In Jiugong Pot, 4 are spicy, and the other 5 are non-spicy."

The woman was overjoyed, "I want that, hurry up. The weather in Huacheng is too capricious, and I miss the sunny weather in the south."

"Is the scenery in the south beautiful?" Fang Zilu asked casually, writing the dishes ordered by the man on the cardboard.

The woman looked forward and proud of her hometown: "There are endless tulip fields and vast pastures. That is the hometown of my husband and I, Linan."

Rinan.Fang Zilu silently read the name, then forgot about it, confirmed the menu with the two, and stretched out a finger: "Please wait for ten minutes."

"Master Lai, one piece of fish fillet, one serving of mutton and beef. Master Zhang, one serving of special dim sum..." Fang Zilu shouted to the back chef, several masters responded, and the sound of knives rang out.

Remove the tenderloin from the pan, drain and cool, and sprinkle with a finely powdered seasoning.Seen from a distance, it actually glows with fine pearls, which is the unique luster of small crispy meat.

"The snacks provided by the store can be eaten alone or boiled in a pot." Fang Zilu took a big pot, put it in the middle of the table, lit the flame below, and presented a small dish.

The strong aroma of barbecue powder stimulated the nostrils of the two, the man swallowed, and carefully pinched one.

"Crack——" The meat was fried until crispy, and when the teeth were bitten lightly, there was a crisp cracking sound.After chewing, the tenacity of the meat is fully revealed. This thin and thin texture has a slight numbing taste. No matter how much you chew, you will not feel bored, and even become more and more addictive.Just after swallowing it, the delicious aftertaste pervaded it again.

The man happily picked up another piece, but was stopped by the woman: "Don't eat it."

"Uh, can't I have another one?" The man looked at the little crispy meat that was already in his hand, and asked him to put it down again, but it was more difficult than going to heaven, so he could only beg the woman.

The woman had no choice but to let go of him: "Then this one."

Fang Zilu suppressed a smile on the sidelines, family status is not a good tradition unique to China, it is the same in foreign countries.He couldn't help but glanced at the man sympathetically, thinking of his wife who was still waiting for him to go home in Shanghai, he couldn't help straightening his chest.

"Is the bottom of this white pot clear water?" The woman asked curiously, pointing to the pure and clear bottom of the Jiugong pot.

(End of this chapter)