The strongest God of Cookery system

After hearing what the butler said, the young man turned around to look at his butler with great interest, and said with a slight smile: "Do you think that a person who can become famous in Yangon in a short time is not worth my visit? I have never heard of this chef, and there was no report about Chen Shaozhe from the culinary art department a week ago..."

"It only took less than a week, and it is almost well-known in the huge city of Yangon." The young man smiled slightly, and then said: "You think such a person is not worth seeing in person. Even if I'm the deputy director of the culinary department."

Hearing the young man's words, the white-haired old butler suddenly looked solemn and bent down quietly.

Yangon was the capital of Myanmar when the culinary arts department was established.Although it is no longer the capital of Myanmar, the culinary arts department, which surpasses the 32 departments in the country, is still headquartered in Yangon.And the young man in front of him is not only the young master of a large military family in Yangon, but also the deputy director of the well-known national culinary department.

The old housekeeper bowed deeply to the young man, the head of the big family was about to die of illness.And the young man in front of him, as the eldest son of the head of the big family in Yangon, Myanmar, must inherit this huge family.Wait a few more years, the head of the culinary art department may belong to this young man.

The brilliance and glory of this young man have reached an incomparable level. If there is still a dynasty in Myanmar, then he should be the most powerful prince.

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The weather was gloomy, with a patter of rain outside.

In the light rain, there are still many people queuing up in front of the Milka Chinese Restaurant with umbrellas.The Chinese restaurant is built in the corridor, which is like the British colonial buildings in the old city. Now some of the ground has been deformed, causing the road to look a little potholed, which has accumulated a lot of rainwater.

Even so, there are still many people who would rather step in a puddle than wait for a Chinese restaurant meal.

Looking at the waterlogged street in front of him, the young man frowned slightly.The old butler raised his eyebrows slightly. Looking from here, from the Chinese restaurant to the end of the street, there are slowly moving crowds holding umbrellas everywhere.

The old butler's expression became particularly shocked, then he slowly lowered his head, and said to the young man, "Master, look, these people are obsessed with Chen Shaozhe's dishes, just like faithful Buddhists are obsessed with teachings."

When the young man saw it, he nodded and said, "That's true."

After hearing this, the old butler hesitated for a moment, and said, "That Chen Shaozhe, would it be... Could there be contraband added to the dishes?"

"Contraband?" The young man raised his eyebrows slightly, then frowned and said, "You mean..."

"Drugs?" The young man's voice cooled down.

"It is indeed possible... A chef with amazing cooking skills, who would be willing to cook for these common people, who doesn't live in the villas of the rich?" The old housekeeper said with a bow, and then his eyes flickered: "Our country is in Southeast Asia In the poisonous triangle, opium poppies are abundant in the Northeast, and drugs have been repeatedly banned. If the chef puts poison in his dishes...it is not impossible..."

The young man looked at the gray-haired old housekeeper, and said with a little disappointment in his eyes: "Gobaro, how long have you been with me?"

"U Ba Win, I have been with you for more than ten years, my respected young master." The old butler looked at the young man and said.

"Then you have disappointed me, Gobalo." The young man looked at the old butler, and then said with disappointment in his eyes.

The old butler paused for a moment, and then said in a very confused way: "I don't understand what you mean?"

"Don't understand?" The young man looked at the old housekeeper in surprise, and then said, "Where is this place?"

"Yangon," said the old housekeeper.

"This is where the cooking department is, where the Burmese military gathers. If Chen Shaozhe is a drug dealer, why would he come to this place? This is the holy land of the Buddhist kingdom, where all filth is removed!" The young man looked at it The old butler then said in a slightly low voice: "Then tell me now, if you were a drug dealer, would you choose to be blatant in such a place?"

The old butler didn't know what he thought of, and immediately changed his expression, then shook his head and said, "No way."

"It seems that you are not stupid, so do you think Chen Shaozhe would be so stupid? Would drug dealers be so stupid?" The young man looked at the old housekeeper calmly.

The old butler paused slightly after hearing what the young man said.

"I'm just reminding you, don't do this kind of meaningless and boring temptation anymore. I'm not a child anymore. Is it interesting to test me with this kind of logical thinking question?" The young man looked at the old housekeeper, and then his voice was slightly cold.

"It's boring, U Ba Win." The old butler said very humbly.

"I know that the Patriarch is dying, and you want to stand on the team. But seeing you have been with me for many years, I can only say that you are still too impatient. Test me here, and please Banai there... The young man looked at the old housekeeper with disappointment, and then said in a calm voice, "You will offend both sides if you do this."

The old housekeeper was slightly silent.

The young man walked towards the Miuka Chinese restaurant, and the old butler hurriedly held up an umbrella to help the young master to wade through the stagnant water in the street.

After a while, the young people finally lined up.

The young man and the old butler sat at the table, and the clerk of the Chinese restaurant was very busy.Although I've been a little busy recently, since Chen Shaozhe came, the store's income has more than doubled several times.

The young man ordered some milk tea and local Burmese desserts to wait for Chen Shaozhe's dishes.

While waiting, he suddenly saw a group of people walking in with machetes.

"Where is Brother Chen Shaozhe?" Holding a machete, the head of the tattooed brawny man broke in first, and then said coldly.When the customers of the small shop saw it, they backed away in fright, and some timid ones even ran out of the small shop.

Soon, more than a dozen big men in short coats with machetes surrounded the small shop.

The clerk who was in charge of taking care of the customers saw this scene and was so frightened that he hurried to the kitchen to look for Chen Shaozhe.After Chen Shaozhe heard about it, although he frowned slightly, he was not afraid at all.

He is not in vain at the Kitchen League meeting, so is he still afraid of these bastards?

As for whether these gangsters will smash the store, Chen Shaozhe is not sure.But Chen Shaozhe believed that if these gangsters smashed the store, he would give them thousands of times of revenge.

Chen Shaozhe has always been like this, if someone provokes him, he will definitely return it thousands of times.This is true of Ruiyang Group and Kitchen League.

So Chen Shaozhe wiped his hands calmly, and then walked out of the kitchen.Because of the strong mental strength produced by cooking god-level dishes for a long time, just the moment he stepped out of the door, Chen Shaozhe felt more than a dozen men with machetes standing in the small shop.

Chen Shaozhe was slightly taken aback, what's going on?

Why is my perception a little sharper?
When Chen Shaozhe walked out, he saw Jue Wen leading his younger brother, holding a gun, and confronting gangsters with machetes.

"Brother Chen Shaozhe, let me tell you why you have been so rampant recently. It turns out that brother Jue Wen is protecting you." The tattooed man said coldly.

"Gotuluo, what do you mean?" Jue Wen looked at the tattooed man coldly, and then said in a cold voice, "What do you mean I protect you. Can you break into other people's stores if I don't protect you?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" The tattooed man flicked his wrist, then held a machete, and said coldly, "I know you have a gun, brother Jue Wen. But as long as you shoot us, the Yangon police will come over immediately. I heard the cops are annoying now that the presidential election is changing. What do you think they'll do to you troublemakers with guns?"

"Before I am killed by the police, I will shoot you first." Jue Wen said coldly.

"Then listen to what the patrolman has to say?" The tattooed man sneered, and then dodged, and the patrolmen in police uniforms rushed in immediately, and pointed their pistols at Juewen.

"Ge Juewen, our police have been paying attention to you for a long time." Yangon police said: "Now you come with us."

Seeing Jue Wen, he said bitterly: "Fuck you for a long time. There are too many guns on the black market, and you only pay attention to my appearance, Jue Wen?"

The Yangon police didn't care, and then said: "There are still a large number of patrolmen outside the alley. If you don't want your little brother to suffer, you'd better listen to me!"

Jue Wen looked at the group of younger brothers who followed him, and fell into a very embarrassing situation.

In fact, this batch of patrolmen is equipped with good weapons and equipment.If you fight recklessly, it is obvious that there will be heavy casualties.

"Don't hesitate, if you don't protect this Huaxia chef, I will let you and your little brothers leave safely!" After the patrolman finished speaking, he thought for a while and said with a sneer, "What does this chef say, he is also a foreigner. For a Chinese person, why are you doing this?"

Looking at the black muzzles of the patrolmen, Jue Wen hesitated as he looked at the group of young boys following him.They were all brought out from the village by themselves, and each of them was like his own son, so I really couldn't bear it.

Just when Jue Wen was hesitating, he suddenly felt a hand covering his shoulder.

Jue Wen turned his head slightly, and then saw Chen Shaozhe's indifferent smile.

"Wu Chen Shaozhe..." Jue Wen was taken aback for a moment, then said.

"It's okay, Brother Juewen." Chen Shaozhe smiled, then shook his head slightly: "The light will not be afraid of the dark. In broad daylight, the Myanmar police will not do anything to me. You take your little brothers and leave Bar."

"Wu Chen Shaozhe!" Jue Wen looked at Chen Shaozhe with tears in his eyes, his eyes full of indescribable complex expressions.