Concubine Chef Youxi: Lord, Master, stop

Chapter 3 Own Goal

Because the way our God of Cooking recruits apprentices is too random, too unique, unheard of, or in other words, extremely absurd...

Chef, are you throwing a hydrangea ball to recruit relatives?
Su Ziling took out a hydrangea ball and said to the people who looked up to him: "Whoever receives this hydrangea ball will be my apprentice, the only apprentice."

After the crowd below was quiet for a while, it suddenly boiled.Hundreds of people who came to learn from a teacher were stunned for a few seconds when they heard this method of selecting apprentices, and then there were all kinds of noisy voices.

"Qian, why is it such a choice!"

"In order to be his apprentice, I practiced cooking for three months! My hands are bleeding!"

"I'm still not the same. In order to invent new dishes, I gained [-] pounds!"

Su Ziling still said calmly: "If you have any objections to this method, you can leave here, Su will never force you."

Although everyone expressed dissatisfaction with the randomness of his selection of apprentices, they knew in their hearts that even if it wasn't in this way, it would be a one-in-a-million possibility to become his apprentice with cooking skills.What's more, who knows if the chef's taste is salty or bland?So this method is still very fair.

As a result, the crowd squeezed forward even more frantically, just to have a chance to grab the hydrangea.

The antenna on Mi Xiaoye's head keeps sending danger signals to herself—it's not suitable to stay here for a long time, go away!

At the same time that Mi Xiaoye's wifi received a dangerous signal, our Chef Su finally threw out the hydrangea of ​​his life...

"Hey, stop crowding, beware of a stampede!" Mi Xiaoye yelled, "Ah! Who stepped on my fragile foot again?!"

Poor Mi Xiaoye, being caught in the crowd of crazy fans, there is really a kind of sadness called "every day should not be answered, and the earth will not work".

"Stop squeezing, I'm almost turning into a grilled fish fillet!" However, Mi Xiaoye's heart-piercing roar didn't help.Mi Xiaoye wanted to cry but had no choice but to let the crowd squeeze.

The hydrangea is thrown from the second floor, drawing a beautiful arc.The crowd seemed to be crazy, rushing in the direction of the hydrangea.

Then, when the hydrangea dust settled, there was a burst of magical laughter: "Hahaha... I got it, I got it!"

Everyone followed the prestige, and there was a young man with a big head and a thick neck who looked like a cook, holding a hydrangea ball, his face was flushed with laughter, his veins were protruding, and he felt a little too excited.

Mi Xiaoye was watching the fun with the crowd, when suddenly his "creditor" came after him, pointed at Mi Xiaoye and shouted, "Little beggar, let me see where you can hide?"

"Ma Ma, save me!" Mi Xiaoye screamed, and rushed up to the fat chef.

With a dodge, Mi Xiaoye bumped into the fat chef. The hydrangea ball she had just received was transferred to a dirty little hand before she could see what it looked like.

A hydrangea that looks like a hydrangea, looks like a hydrangea, looks like a hydrangea from the left, and looks like a hydrangea from the right, falling into Mi Xiaoye's arms.

The fat chef was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed loudly and said: "I got it, I got it..." Then he pushed away from the crowd and ran away.

What's happening here?The person who received the evil hydrangea, even me, Uncle Mi, right?

No, I am a person with dreams, and I cannot fall into the hands of this evil chef. I want to go to poetry and distant places, no, it is food and distant places.

(End of this chapter)