Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

But after Shao Bing finished speaking, Gan Hua took over the conversation: "Good thing, but it's too stress-free. If someone loses, you might as well cut off their head, how about it?"

Gan Hua's words made the faces of the two cooks beside Zhao Ke suddenly change, and their expressions became ugly.

Chu Xiangyun glanced at Ouyang Shu, saw that Ouyang Shu didn't speak, and waved his hand immediately: "It's rare to have a distinguished guest, so let's do this, I believe in the cooking skills of my two master chefs."

What Chu Xiangyun said made the two cooks feel cold.

Anyway, I have been cooking in the city lord's mansion for so many years. I have done my best, and I have worked hard without credit.

But he didn't think that his own life could not compare to the casual words of these outsiders.

Zhao Ke frowned even more.

He looked at Yang Wancai, and Gan Hua and the others, and when he saw the intentional or unintentional differences in their eyebrows, he instantly understood the thoughts of this group of people.

This is a clear hole to dig for yourself.

Are you afraid that you will not go all out?

Otherwise, this is a double trick. If you do well, you must first prove your cooking skills and verify your identity from the side.

Secondly, whether it is delicious or not, there are so many of them, and the other two cooks are better than themselves.

What can you say for yourself?

If more than half of the people present said it was not delicious, how many of the remaining people would offend the distinguished guests present for the sake of a cook? ?

I believe that if I can kill myself with the help of Chu Xiangyun, regardless of whether I am really a king dog or not, it will do no harm to Baili.

"Hehe, it's just that you underestimate me." Zhao Ke sneered in his heart.

"One hour, ready to start."

Chu Xiangyun's voice fell.

Just outside the main hall, three stoves have been prepared, and all the materials are basically ready.

The steward took the incense from the servant and inserted it into the stove.

This special long-lasting incense, after burning out, is exactly the time for a stick of incense.

An hour is two hours.

For a qualified chef, two hours for a dish is enough time.

But before Zhao Ke moved, the two master chefs beside him hurried to the stove and started to work.

After all, when it comes to their lives, no one dares to be negligent.

Zhao Ke was not in a hurry to make a move. He turned around and walked in front of the ingredients, studied them carefully, and picked out some ingredients at random.

"what!"

Seeing the ingredients Zhao Ke selected, some of the servants couldn't help showing strange expressions.

"bone??"

Even people who are not very proficient in cooking skills will be surprised when they see the ingredients Zhao Ke chooses.

One old chicken, two beef stick bones.

The materials chosen by Zhao Ke are actually that simple? ?

The expressions of Gan Hua and others suddenly became strange.

Ouyang Shu couldn't help clenching his fists, and became nervous. If it wasn't because he didn't allow it, he would have rushed up to punch Zhao Ke.

This is related to his good apprentice, whether he can practice the completed Qingyao Fu, this bald man is so nonsense.

"Hahaha, are you planning to make soup? I'm afraid there is not enough time."

The master of the city lord's mansion teased Zhao Ke unscrupulously.

"This old hen is pretty good. I would suggest you to be a beggar's chicken. Maybe there is still time, and it is worthy of your identity."

Seeing that Zhao Ke actually picked such simple ingredients, the two of them couldn't help but smile.

Being able to compete in front of many distinguished guests this time, the City Lord's Mansion naturally carried many precious ingredients on its back.

But Zhao Ke actually chose the most common ingredients.

It is really unexpected.

"come on!"

Not far away, Xiao Jiayu was standing in the distance, waving his palm to Zhao Ke, compared to Camille's heavy expression, Jiayu didn't have any worries at all.

It seems to her that in this world, there is no one who cooks better food than Zhao Ke.

"hey-hey!"

Zhao Ke waved his hand at Jiayu, lifting the kitchen knife on the table and holding it in his palm.

The moment the kitchen knife was in his hand, Zhao Ke's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he cut into the chicken breast with a knife, but he saw that the kitchen knife never left the chicken.

Cut the tip, and you will see that the chicken gradually begins to separate from the flesh.

It seems that what Zhao Ke is holding is not a kitchen knife, but a writing brush, and the chicken on the table is transformed into paper.

The knife technique of flowing from cloud to water is erratic and unpredictably swayed among the papers, but it is from one point to the end, and it is written off in one stroke.

Although Zhao Ke's selection of ingredients made everyone feel amused.

But without anyone noticing, he involuntarily stared at the blade in Zhao Ke's hand.

It seems that this process is like watching a dance on the tip of a knife.

In contrast, the other two chefs were very busy. Although they were orderly, they looked clumsy when standing with Zhao Ke.

After watching Zhao Ke, and watching them again, I always feel more and more uncomfortable.

Even the sound they made when chopping meat was harsh.

No comparison, no harm.

It is human nature to climb high and step down.

Seeing more beautiful things, you will start to feel disgusted with other things on the next level.