Hu Xiaomeng swallows his mouth water. His chopsticks can't help but stretch out. But he seems to think of something. His action stops, and his chopsticks are frozen in the air.

"Big brother, big brother ~" Hu Xiaomeng said pitifully to Li Yun, "Xiaomeng is not betraying you, but just tasting grandfather Zhou's dishes. Well, that's it. I'll say that I like your roast mutton kebab later!"

Li Yun:

Do you think I can roast mutton kebabs?

Everyone laughed. Hu Xiaomeng was so cute.

"Eat without speaking, sleep without speaking, Xiaomeng, how do I teach you?"

Hu looked at her with dignity. Xiaomeng turned her head and said in a soft voice: "yes, grandfather, I know."

Then, as if to be angry with old Hu, Hu Xiaomeng put a small piece of chopsticks into his mouth, and bit hard with his silver teeth, "hum, big brother Why

Hu Xiaomeng's action is still, as if to taste some dragon liver and Phoenix gall, Elixir magic medicine, eyes fierce light up, can't help but shout: "Wow, eat well!"

"Eat more, miss."

Zhou Chunyong smiles with pride. This dish has already given full play to his skill. Any gourmet in China will give a thumbs up to praise and find nothing wrong with it!

Antelope horn dish, already perfect, can not have a trace of improvement!

"Ladies and gentlemen," Zhou Chunyong picked up another plate, turned his head and said with a smile, "there are still some here. You can come and have a taste."

"I! I'll try it! "

"Wipe, don't squeeze, Shiwang's food I must eat!"

"My God, I won the grand prize tonight. I can eat the dishes cooked by Shiwang himself!"

The owner and his wife hesitated and tasted the antelope horn with chopsticks.

Mutton melts in the mouth, the delicious taste impacts the taste buds, giving people the most perfect experience!

"Well, this is delicious, isn't it?"

The boss couldn't help crying. He had been cooking for twenty years and lived for forty-three years. It was the first time he had such a delicious dish!

Everyone had a chopstick, and everyone who tasted it opened their eyes and was conquered by the perfect taste.

For a moment, the stalls were full of praise for Zhou Chunyong, the food king.

"Peng!"

At this time, a fire was burning fiercely, and the flame was soaring into the sky. You could see a frying pan rolling up and down. There were pieces of mutton up and down in the air. At the next moment, like a dragon spitting beads, the mutton fell onto the plate accurately.

"Stir fried mutton, done!"

With a faint smile, Li Yun kept on making the second dish.

"What?"

The people just responded that it was Li Yun who was cooking with a high fire. He was just bumping the pot!

Cooking on fire?!

Fire?!

"How could it be!"

Zhou Chunyong was stunned for a moment. How long has it been since he started cooking?

For top chefs, fire is not necessary. They can control the firepower precisely and let the heat get into the food perfectly.

Only a long time ago, when Zhou Chunyong was busy in a star rated hotel, would he speed up the cooking with fierce fire.

But the taste of the products is always worse. After all, it's hard to control the firepower with fierce fire!

"My God! It's really fried mutton. There is no seasoning except oil and salt! "

A cry let Zhou Chunyong pull back from the memory, he looked carefully, Li Yun plate is not just mutton?