Relying on the system of criticizing people to become a god in farming literature

After hearing the comments from the people around him, Mr. He snorted coldly, turned back to the carriage, and took out the plaque given by the emperor.

He held his hands in front of his chest, looking proud.

Mr. He walked towards the crowd step by step. The golden "The Best Chef in the World" was shining in the sun.

Perhaps because of the powerful aura exuding from him, the people around him moved out of the way.

"God, is this real or fake?"

"No one would dare to fake a gift from the royal family. Isn't that asking for death?"

"Is there any mistake? I originally thought it was a lost old man from someone else's family, but I didn't expect that he actually has a lot of background!"

"What's going on now? Is this old man here to challenge me?"

"It's hard to say. Although Chef Cheng is great, he is still young after all. If he meets such a professional old man, he will probably be defeated."

At this moment, a respected old man spoke.

"I know this person!"

"He is from our Moon City. Because of his excellent cooking skills, he was appreciated by the people above and went to Kyoto."

"Time passed so fast, and I turned into an old man in a blink of an eye. That's why I couldn't recognize him right away."

Hearing that someone recognized him, everyone's eyes were a little more awe-struck. Unexpectedly, he was really a powerful person.

Faced with everyone's gaze, Mr. He showed no fear at all. He just stared at the food in Cheng Yao's hand.

Cheng Yao could tell that the old man had no hostility towards him, and he was probably also a person obsessed with cooking.

"Little girl, I want to try your cooking, is that okay?"

When Mr. He said this, he was sincere, and even his tone had a hint of unnoticeable anxiety.

Because he was afraid that Cheng Yao would reject him, he looked at him for a moment.

"Of course you can, please."

Being able to get a review from a senior chef is a good thing for both Cheng Yao and Fuchun Restaurant.

Fu Lingling took out a pair of chopsticks and handed them over with both hands.

He Lao quickly reached out to take it. At this moment, there was no unnecessary aloofness in his body, only a sincere heart.

With just one glance, Mr. He knew that the Guiyuan meat in front of him was not an ordinary thing.

Boiling again and again causes the tofu to undergo qualitative changes.

It absorbs all the essence and becomes even more delicious.

The surface is painted red and then fried in hot oil. It looks no different from fried pork skin.

In terms of form, it has reached the realm of being fake and real, not to mention the more confusing fragrance.

He Lao picked up a piece of meat, put it in his mouth, tasted it carefully, and then his eyes lit up.

There is no doubt that this soft tofu not only looks like braised pork, but also tastes similar.

But it perfectly removes the greasiness of the pork, leaving only a rich aroma.

The aroma lingers in the mouth with a long aftertaste.

Mr. He's eyes were red, and the excitement in his heart could no longer be contained.

Finally found it!

At this moment, the excitement in Mr. He's heart was indescribable, and his wrinkled cheeks were trembling slightly.

Seeing this scene, everyone around them was moved, and Cheng Yao was also moved by the enthusiasm of the old man in front of her.

But who would have thought that in the next second, Mr. He bowed directly to Cheng Yao and did not raise his head for a long time.

Everyone was talking about it, and they didn't understand what Mr. He wanted to do.

"What's going on? Is this a prelude to blackmailing someone?"

"It can't be possible, there are so many people staring at it."

"Then what is he trying to do? It's really scary to come here all of a sudden at such an old age."

……

Cheng Yao was also frightened and didn't know what to do for a moment. She could only rely on instinct to help Mr. He up.

"What are you doing? If you have something to say, why bother?" "Get up, I am your junior after all. Do you want to push this junior into a pit of fire?"

He Lao, who had been quiet all this time, suddenly grabbed Cheng Yao's arm, his eyes full of pleading.

"Little girl, I have something to ask you for help."

Cheng Yao understood as soon as he heard that he really had something to ask for, so he responded immediately.

"Okay, okay, no matter what happens, if you get up first, it will be easier to talk about."

Mr. He shook his head helplessly. He knew very well that every recipe was the product of the chef's hard work.

This little girl's cooking skills are so good. She must have been taught by an expert. How could she easily teach them to a stranger?

But he has been famous for half his life because of this dish.

It was a rare opportunity and he would not miss it.

Compared with the recipes that I have been obsessed with for a lifetime, face seems to be nothing.

"Little girl, I want to learn how to make this Guiyuan Meat with you."

At this point, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength and lowered his head.

As soon as this statement came out, the audience was in an uproar.

"Did I hear correctly? Since ancient times, I have seen young people learn skills from old people. This is the first time I have seen it reversed like this."

"You heard that right, the old man was begging Chef Cheng to teach him how to make this dish."

"Good guy, I knew Chef Cheng was great, but I didn't expect her to be so great!"

"Every cook who comes back from Kyoto must learn how to cook from Chef Cheng?"

Just before Mr. He said what he wanted, many possibilities emerged in Cheng Yao's mind.

But she didn't expect that Mr. He just wanted to learn how to make this dish.

Cheng Yao has always admired people who strive for perfection and is naturally willing to exchange experiences with them.

Besides, I won't stay in Moon City for long.

Before leaving, she still needs to leave a reliable helper for Fuchun Restaurant.

It is definitely worth it to exchange a dish for a powerful ally.

"You don't have to be like this, Mr. He. I'm happy to teach you how to make this dish."

“Rather than teaching, it’s more about discussing with each other.”

Mr. He looked up at Cheng Yao in disbelief, wanting to make sure.

"Are you kidding me? Are you really willing to pass this recipe on to me?"

Cheng Yao saw that Mr. He was a little excited, so she took the opportunity to help him up.

"Of course I won't lie. A gentleman's words are hard to follow."

"Everyone around me is a witness. If I dare to say something but it doesn't count, how can I open my business in the future?"

He Lao turned around and looked at everyone.

"Master, don't worry, we heard what Chef Cheng said."

Hearing the echoes of the people around him, Mr. He breathed a sigh of relief, stood up slowly, and shouted respectfully.

"Hello, master!"

Cheng Yao didn't dare to agree, so she quickly stopped her.

"Hey, hey, you can't do it, you must never do it."

"Everyone learns from each other and complements each other's strengths. It's hard to say who is whose master."

"If you are like this, I really don't dare to teach you anymore."

He Lao looked at Cheng Yao's sincere eyes and was slightly startled, then nodded.

"you're right!"