The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 329
Ask the servants to prepare and wash the ingredients as quickly as possible, Yan Zhixin asks the famous chef to help cut it, and takes out the plate by herself, and puts the cut ingredients directly on the plate!
Three dishes, 5 minutes is just right.

When Mo Junting looked at the watch in his hand, Yan Zhixin walked out of the kitchen with a confident smile on her face, followed by four or four servants carrying trays.

Putting down the first dish, Yan Zhixin introduced: "This dish is made of volcanic snow, sweet and sour, I guarantee you will be full of praise after eating it."

Mo Junting: "..."

It sounds tempting and atmospheric, but it's actually brightly colored tomatoes arranged in layers on a plate, sprinkled with white sugar.

The corners of Mo Junting's lips curled up slightly, and he didn't comment on the dishes, but asked, "What about the second dish?"

The second course followed.

Yan Zhixin was a little embarrassed for no reason, and her voice was a little weaker: "This one is Qinglongwoxue, it's crisp and delicious, and it's also very good."

The servant who served the dishes turned his face away, unable to bear to look directly at him.

There must be a limit to fooling people, right?

Qinglong Crouching Snow sounds like a high-end dish. In fact, Qinglong is sliced ​​cucumbers and arranged in the shape of green dragon coils. The snow is still white sugar.

In other words, if you replace tomatoes with cucumbers, the volcano will become a green dragon; if you sprinkle sugar on the top instead of spreading it underneath, the drifting snow will become lying snow.

Mo Junting looked at the first set of volcanic snow, and then at the second set of Qinglong lying in the snow, he couldn't laugh or cry: "The next one will not be walking on the snow to find plums, right?"

Stepping on the snow and looking for plums sounds very poetic, but it is actually shredded white radish sprinkled with wolfberries.

These three dishes are the cold salad that Xie's family often uses to clear his mouth after a meal. Did she serve him all at once?

Yan Zhixin patted her chest and thought to herself that it was very dangerous, back then she really wanted to be like stepping on the snow to find plums.

"Congratulations." Under the gaze of Mo Junting's aggressive deep eyes, she giggled, "Wrong answer!"

Turning around, he personally presented the third dish on the tray in front of him.

This dish is clear at a glance and needs no explanation.

A plate of beautiful daikon radish!
Mo Junting raised his eyes, his slightly blue eyes showed a dangerous light.

He looked at the girl in front of him who was complacent because she had completed the work, her lips curled into a curve, and a deep and sexy voice sounded: "Sit down."

Didn't even look at the fourth course.

The fourth dish is her real work - hot dishes.

Yan Zhixin felt the danger intuitively, and immediately turned around to serve the fourth dish with an excuse, but before she touched the tray, Mo Junting suddenly grabbed her wrist, tugged and dragged her, and she sat uncontrollably. on the chair beside him.

Under the servant's suspicious gaze, Mo Junting's thin lips slightly parted: "Back off."

The servant stepped back quickly.

Yan Zhixin looked at him nervously, only to see an unpredictable playfulness on the corners of his lips: "Hua Xin Da Luo Luo? Huh? You think I am Hua Xin Da Carrot?"

Is this... the rhythm of reckoning?

She shook her head quickly: "No, no..."

But why did Twitch make this dish?
She hesitated and hawed before she said she was ugly, but the man didn't want to hear it anymore.

Picking up the chopsticks, he gently picked up the top piece of radish, and brought it to her mouth. His voice carried a command: "Open your mouth."

Yan Zhixin's scalp felt numb all of a sudden.

Did he ask her to eat the flowery carrot?

She didn't open her mouth, and the carrot he was holding was always placed in front of her mouth.

(End of this chapter)