C213 A Small Victory
C213 A Small Victory
"Kid, I advise you not to be ungrateful. Let me tell you, our head chef is the most likely chef to become a Master Chef. Being willing to cook for you is giving you face. Don't be shameless."
"Xiao Qi!" The head chef berated, but he wasn't angry at all. There was even a hint of pride and arrogance in his eyes, because what he said was right. He was only a step away from becoming a Master Chef. He even believed that if he had ingredients like carp and fish, he would definitely be able to make a Master Chef dish.
Lin Faang shook his head and said calmly, "It's not enough. Or rather, you don't deserve it."
"What did you say?! If you have the ability, say it again."
The surrounding chefs instantly became angry. After all, their head chefs were being belittled by others. How could they not be angry?
One must know that in the kitchen, wanting to conquer other chefs, Then only culinary skills, which are equivalent to chefs, naturally need to be able to conquer everyone's culinary skills and insult the chefs, which is equivalent to insulting all of them. It would be strange if they could not be angry.
"Everyone, be quiet!" When the head chef shouted angrily, everyone quieted down. However, the anger in their hearts did not diminish. They took a deep breath to calm themselves down, but the atmosphere and tone of their voices became icy cold.
"I think that this gentleman must be an extraordinary person if he dares to speak such big words. Indeed, with my culinary skills, I am indeed unable to completely unleash the delicacy of the carp and dragon fish. Unfortunately, my master is currently a guest at Wu Dang Mountain. " He is a Master Chef. I think he is qualified to do so. "
Lin Faang raised his eyebrows slightly. There were only a handful of Master Chef in China, and he knew all of them. In order to verify his culinary skills, he had challenged all the Master Chef in the world.
"Who are you?"
"Director of the National Feast Department, Chef Ding Niu."
Speaking of this name, the head chef had a proud look on his face.
He couldn't be proud of not being proud. Chef Ding Niu, China's number one chef, ranked third in the world.
In the past, Lin Faang had sparred with the other party a hundred times. In the end, the result was 99: 1, and Lin Faang 99: 1.
However, he had won the last match. After winning that match, Lin Faang did not continue competing, because he only needed to win one match. It was enough!
"Is he on Wudang Mountain now?" Lin Faang asked.
"Yes."
"Can you contact him?"
"Of course!"
Good! Then I'll wait for him to come."
The head chef did not feel surprised when he heard that, but he secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that Lin Faang would be stubborn enough to make it himself. Although he wasn't the one who cooked the carp and dragon fish, he was confident that he would still be able to step into the Master Chef Stage if he was able to see the Ding Niu who was on the ceiling of the Master Chef at a close distance.
Therefore, he hurriedly ran out of the kitchen and went outside to call the Ding Niu.
To a chef, the kitchen was the holy land. Apart from cooking, he couldn't bring anything else into the kitchen. Otherwise, it would be an insult to the holy land.
But to Lin Faang, the holy land was not a holy land. He had nothing to do with it at all. He directly took out his phone and started playing a small game.
It would be strange if it took less than half an hour to get down from Wudang Mountain. This was still a situation of working as a cable car. If he were to walk, it would basically be dark by now.
Wudang Mountain peak.
There was a ten-thousand-year-old pine tree with a set of stone chairs. Two old men were talking under the tree. They were drinking tea and chatting about the past. They were leisurely and leisurely.
At this moment, the phone in the old man's pocket on the left suddenly rang. He was chatting happily when he was interrupted. He frowned and was a little angry. Who was it that ruined the scenery?
"Hehe! Let's pick it up first. Maybe there is something urgent." The old man on the right said.
Xiaoniu nodded apologetically. He took out his phone and saw that it was one of his proud disciples. He was only half a step away from becoming a Master Chef. Now that he called him, could it be that he had encountered an opportunity to become a Master Chef and tell him the good news?
After picking up the phone, the other party quickly finished his sentence.
Ding Niu suddenly raised his body and hung up the phone. He said to the old man on the other side, "Old Fang, I went down the mountain with you. I didn't know that man was so lucky to have caught a carp dragonfish. He's at my disciple's place at the foot of the mountain."
When he heard the great name of the carp dragon, The old man could not sit still any longer. His eyes sparkled, and a trickle of saliva trickled down the corner of his mouth.
"Is it really a carp dragonfish? Are you sure?"
"Isn't that nonsense? If it wasn't for the carp and dragon fish, I would have been so excited. That was a rare ingredient that could only be found once in a hundred years. I never thought that I would be able to see it in my lifetime. I was so lucky."
Old Fang was also lighting the food. This was more than just luck. It was as if he had been instructed by the Luck Goddess. Up until now, he still remembered how much his master had hoped to eat a carp dragon before he died. Unfortunately, this was something that could only be chanced upon but not sought after. In the end, he left with a grievance.
"Then what kind of time is there to waste?! I'll take you away. "
"Hey! Don't..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Old Fang was left with only a handful of old bones. Holding the buttering cow in his arms, he carried it directly onto his body. The speed at which he dashed was not the slightest bit inferior to the full strength of a God Controlling expert. In fact, he was even slightly superior.
Fifteen minutes later.
Old Fang's breathing was only slightly hurried as he ran all the way from the mountaintop to the hotel entrance.
After guarding the entrance of the hotel, Old Fang hit his knee and said emotionally, "I'm old! I can't run at such a low speed. If I can't stop myself from being old."
On the other side, Ding Niu, who had been put down, turned red. He held onto the wall and could not even stand up. He looked at Old Fang, who was still lamenting on the side. If he could not beat him, he really wanted to give him two big mouths.
With your speed and physical strength, there are a few normal young people who can beat you, yet you still have the nerve to say that you are old.
After resting for a while at the door, the two old men walked into the hotel.
However, before the two of them entered, they saw the head chef rush out to welcome them.
"Teacher!" The head chef very respectfully took off his chef's hat and lowered his head to call out.
The other chefs who came together also respectfully called out, "Director Broom!
Ding Niu nodded in satisfaction and told everyone not to be overly courteous. Then, under the lead of the head chef, he came to the kitchen. The two of them stared at the carp and dragon fish that they had been thinking about day and night.
When Lin Faang saw the commotion caused by the head chef just now, he naturally thought that it was the cooked beef.
From the back of the crowd, he walked out and appeared in front of the cooked beef.
"Old Boils, Sect Master, don't look. It's not yours even if you look too much. Be careful your eyes will fall out."
Hearing someone call out to him, Old Fang turned his head and saw that his originally wide eyes had widened by a third.
The sound of the familiar voice and the way this familiar person called him sounded familiar. He turned his head and looked at Lin Faang. His hand could not help but reach behind his waist. It felt like he was about to draw his knife and make a move.
"Sect Master, it's been a long time. Boils are old. Don't cover it. Take out the Divine Dragon Saber and lend it to me."
Old Fang came back to his senses and said, "Lin Faang! It's you, kid! When did you come back? Why don't you go up to Wu Dang and take a look at us old fellows who haven't been around for a few years?"
"I was thinking of going up to take a look at you guys tomorrow. I want to take a good look at this Huawu competition." Lin Faang said.
"Do you guys know each other?" Ding Niu asked.
"How should I put it? "You are my junior brother, but you are also my disciple. " I've basically taught him all of Wudang Mountain's martial arts. His current strength has probably surpassed his. "
Ding Niu did not expect Lin Faang to be a disciple of Wudang Mountain and the junior brother of the sect master. However, what really surprised him was that Old Fang had such a high evaluation of him.
He knew a little about Old Fang's strength. As the sect master of Wudang Mountain, his strength naturally couldn't be any weaker. But it was such an old monster who would admit that he was inferior to a young man. How else could he be shocked?
"What? You guys know each other?" Old Fang asked.
Ding Niu had not yet recovered from the relationship between the two. Lin Faang answered, "I have sparred with Old Broom before. It is a small victory."