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Chapter 433 I just want to eat a chicken chop in peace
The juicy couple chicken was ready quickly, and it was brought out and placed in front of the two of them.

The otaku grabbed his chopsticks, "Wow, it smells delicious."

The little fat man said disdainfully, "Only a layman would put in condiments to bring out the flavor without hesitation."

"Hey, the color is also very beautiful, golden and yellow." Someone continued to admire.

"Hmph, this golden color looks attractive, but in fact it's just that laymen can't grasp the performance of the heat. If you look carefully, you will notice that some places are darker and some places are lighter. You don't even touch the fried chicken cutlet. The chicken chops fried in this way can’t even maintain the simplest consistency, and it’s far from the legendary state of uniting people.” The little fat man flipped the chicken chops with a chopstick, and commented .

The shop manager finally couldn't keep silent anymore, his face changed into a sneer and he said, "What do you know, you bastard, fried in this way is to make the taste of chicken chops more layered, A-Gump's mother said that life is like A box of chocolates, you never know what the next one will taste like, the same is true for chicken chops, cooking is good only if it can bring surprises to diners, no wonder no one wants to eat it in your dilapidated canteen.”

"Surprise?" The little fat man looked up to the sky and laughed, "Don't you look at the box before eating chocolate? Of course everyone will choose their favorite flavor. My cooking skills are summed up by countless predecessors and are most in line with the taste of most people. Yes, unlike your half-baked wild chef who is bluntly creative for the sake of creativity, your so-called layering is just to cover up your self-deceiving lies. Next time you forget to put salt, do you have to argue that this is to highlight The sweetness of the chicken itself? Haha, I am so ridiculous, only a fool would eat such a shoddy chicken chop like yours!"

His loud and heroic words scared someone out of his chopsticks and quickly retracted them.

The store manager was furious, and stood up from his seat with a thump, and smiled contemptuously, "You little bastard, how old are you? When I was holding a kitchen knife, your ancestors were still painting murals on the Longgu Mountain in Zhoukoudian. What qualifications do you have to judge me?" In cooking, my experience is ten times and a hundred times that of yours, and you are like a newborn salt and pepper yellow octopus in my eyes."

"Uh, uncle, have you been cooking since the time of cavemen? Could it be too long? Also, what the hell is salt and pepper yellow croaker?"

"Hahaha, if you can't say it, I will start showing my age to suppress people. I have long known that you are just a Nanjing salted duck covered in salt-baked chicken skin." The little fat man retorted, "You ask me, what right do I have to question you? , okay, today I want you to see what is called qualification ~ qualification ~!!!"

"Damn it, it turns out that you chefs use the names of dishes to swear, we have opened our eyes today."

After the little fat man finished speaking the last sentence, his aura suddenly changed, and he exuded a domineering arrogance all over the world. He who had always regarded himself as a coward seemed to suddenly become another person, with firm eyes and a serious expression , that Zhang Xiaoyuan's face unexpectedly reveals a kind of sacred aura faintly.

Without any hesitation, he suddenly stretched out his right hand and tore off the white cloth tied around his left arm, and a big "special" character appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"This is!!!" The store manager seemed to be hit hard by something, stepped back three steps, and exclaimed in surprise, "Could this be the exclusive logo of the legendary Dongguan Shiatsu Massage Academy Special Technician!!!"

"Pfft!!!" Everyone in the store spurted blood together, "This meow is clearly the symbol of the highest peak in the Chinese culinary world - the symbol of a super chef. Could it be that the store manager has never seen the Chinese Little Master?"

"But what's the matter?" The store manager wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth viciously, and stood up again, "Even if you are a super chef, I'm just the owner of a small roadside shop, but in the palace of cooking People are all equal, why can you point and point at my chicken chops, I can only live with it."

"Heh, I can't see that you, a layman who runs a roadside stall, can have such insight. Yes, what you said is also reasonable, so today I will show you what real cooking is!" The little fat man said at the same time He started rolling up his sleeves.

"Damn!!! You two have had enough trouble, I just want to eat a piece of chicken chop in peace!!! If you want to play God of Cookery showdown, get the hell out of the way!!!" The otaku finally couldn't stand it any longer , slapped the table and roared angrily, unintentionally using a little internal strength.

So the little fat man and the store manager who were still full of pride before shrank instantly, squatting in the corner shivering, like two little white rabbits who saw Godzilla.

Satisfied with the performance of the two of them now, the otaku picked up the chopsticks again, picked up the chicken chop in the bowl, and sent it to his mouth.

The little fat man looked terrified, as if he wanted to witness the end of the world. Yes, he really looked down on the chicken chops made by the store manager, but what he couldn't understand was why the juicy couple chicken at Xinxin Chicken Chop Shop had such obvious However, there are still so many people flocking to it, like a group of fanatics, waiting in line at the door every day... No, there must be something tricky in it, the little fat man thought of a certain possibility, and there has been a dark circle in the chef world According to the legend, it is said that in order to retain diners with mediocre food, some unscrupulous roadside stalls deliberately add poppy shells to the ingredients. I became dependent, and eventually became a die-hard diner of the store without knowing it, until I finally had the strange thought of "I don't want to eat a bowl of rice noodles at XXX store today, and I feel that this day is not complete"... And this Xinxin restaurant in front of me Chicken chop restaurants are much like that.

no!I can't just watch Biaotou Zhang's life being ruined by this piece of chicken chop like this!The little fat man gritted his teeth and mustered up all his courage to stand up again to stop the otaku.

However, at this moment, his eyes met someone's gaze. Escort Zhang smiled slightly at him, and the little fat man trembled, almost frightened into endocrine disorders. I will cut you" warning, so he hurriedly lowered the buttocks that had just been half lifted.

Under the expectant eyes of the store manager, he opened his mouth and bit the chicken chop, "Eh? It's not bad." The otaku swallowed the chicken in his mouth and praised.

The little fat man's heart suddenly sank, no, did the thing he was worried about still happen?Did Zhang Da, who he admired the most, finally lose to the most terrifying dark legend in the chef world?He seemed to see the sly smile hidden under the simple and honest smile of the store manager.

But just when he was feeling extremely desperate, he heard the otaku add another sentence, "But...how should I put it, it seems to be a bit different from what I imagined, and the taste of your chicken chops seems to be not too different from other restaurants. A lot."

(End of this chapter)