You don't spoil your daughter, right? I do!

A large number of diners looked at the scene on Lin Hao's side and asked their own chefs whether they knew how to perform this kind of fire show.

The chefs who are able to make teppanyaki in Haoyue Tower have all received special training, and operations like flame shows are not too difficult for them.

It’s just that during these few days, the Yakitori Immortal was present, and they received instructions from their boss.

If the guests do not request it, do not use the flame show. If the guests request it, the height of the flame cannot exceed 30 centimeters above the table.

In short, it is to give customers who paid 1680 yuan for yakitori a sufficient experience so that they don't steal the limelight from Yakitori Immortal.

However, Lin Hao is obviously not among them, and he does not need to worry about the face of the Burning Bird Immortal.

As the Yakitori Immortal looked at the diners whose attention was focused on Lin Hao, his face instantly turned dark.

He took out the broccoli from the oven, which had been roasted until the skin was slightly charred, and placed it on everyone's plates.

"Hello, is this burnt?" asked a diner.

The Burning Bird Immortal snorted coldly, "These are all fruit wood charcoals specially airlifted from the Foot Basin Country. This way of processing can better preserve some of the charcoal-grilled aroma."

“I have been making yakitori for more than 50 years, and I have been trying to find better ways to express the flavor of the ingredients.”

"It's not comparable to those barbecue stalls on the streets that only know how to attract attention."

"We must have a reverent heart towards Yakitori, so that the Yakitori God can show his skills."

Lin Hao was quite close to the Burning Bird Hermit, and his voice was not small. Lin Hao chuckled after hearing it.

1680 people are here to eat Yakiniku, and at least 1600 of them are here to listen to the PUA of the Yakiniku Immortal.

And after eating it, you can't say that the roast bird is bad, otherwise you would be a fool.

At the same time, a burly man at another table suddenly stood up and started to argue.

"I asked you to perform a fire show, but your flames are not even as tall as my son's calf!"

"What's wrong with this flame? Do you want it to eat you? Or are you afraid that it will set the house on fire?"

"If you can't do it, just let that guy come over and show you how to do it, okay? Are you a professional or not?"

The chef kept his head down and did not argue with the customer. On one side were the boss's orders, and on the other side were the customer's accusations.

He could now imagine that if a customer complained, the boss would definitely put all the blame on him.

Even the boss's sarcastic voice has emerged in my mind.

"Even if I told you not to do it, the customer has asked for it, so can't you adapt?"

"Customers are God. Customers are the ones who actually pay your salary."

"..."

The person who was traveling with him patted the eldest brother gently, comforted him and sat back in his seat.

The eldest brother looked at the silent chef and didn't say anything more. He just cursed softly.

"Fuck! A bunch of people are not as good as a person from the Foot Basin Country who can't even roast a chicken!"

Ding! Keywords found!

The chef's eyes focused, and he took out the oil bottle, water bottle, and lighter. After a few operations, the flame shot up to two meters high.

The eldest brother leaned back in shock and fell to the ground.

"Excuse me, sir, are you okay?" the chef apologized.

He didn't know why, but he felt a little emotional after hearing what his elder brother said.

The eldest brother stood up and brushed off the dust on his butt, but his face was excited. "It's my fault that I spoke a little harshly just now, and the swearing was too dirty."

He grabbed a handful of food from his black bag, slapped it on the table and said proudly, "Give me another 998 meal, the extra will be a tip for you, as an apology from me!"

Seeing that someone had taken the lead, the other chefs also began to show off their superb skills, and flames were burning wildly on the iron plate stoves.

They also secretly turned down the power of the range hood on their desktop.

The rich aroma of black pepper beef, the sweet aroma of cheese-baked crab legs, and the fresh aroma of steamed lobster, all kinds of aromas are intertwined together, bringing together the unique fireworks flavor of Daxia cuisine, completely covering up the aroma of roasted bird.

Seeing others eating foie gras, lobster, king crab, and seafood risotto, the customers at Yakitori Immortal's table were eating their own chicken skewers, and they felt less and less satisfied the more they ate.

The Yakitori Hermit looked at the flames that were ignited from time to time on his left and right. The customers in front of him looked at other tables and his face darkened instantly.

"You Daxia people don't understand our Yakiniku culture at all!"

He snorted coldly, left these words, turned around and walked towards the lounge with his disciples.

Hearing the sudden explosion of fire in the restaurant, the supervisor walked out of his office in confusion.

As soon as I walked out of the door, five or six flames more than two meters high shot up into the sky. The diners around clapped and cheered. The atmosphere was completely different from the usual elegant restaurant atmosphere where people quietly enjoyed delicious food.

At the same time, he happened to see the Yakitori Hermit invited by the boss leaving the operating table with a sullen face.

He quickly stepped forward and said with an apologetic smile, "Yakitori Immortal, what happened? Today's yakitori should not be finished yet, right?"

"I came to your Daxia to promote our Jiaoben Yakiniku culture."

"But you are really too rude and don't respect our culture at all!" scolded the Sage of Yakitori.

“But you see, these customers have only just started eating a little.”

"They have all received the money. It will be difficult for our hotel to handle this." The supervisor looked constipated.

"That's not my business. It's you who didn't provide us with an elegant environment."

"You should taste our yakitori in a special room, not in the same room with them."

"The room is now filled with smoke. How can our customers smell the unique aroma of Yakitori?"

"If we continue to make yakitori, it would be irresponsible to our customers and a blasphemy to our yakitori culture!" said the Yakitori Immortal indignantly.

Just when the manager was in a dilemma, a customer pointed at Lin Hao and said

"Well, actually we don't have to eat the yakitori made by the Yakitori Immortal."

"Can we have him help us make it? Anything is fine."

The supervisor's mouth twitched. You are really awesome to let the son of the richest man in Jiangcheng cook for you!

The manager glanced at the other diners. Except for Zhou Han who looked constipated, everyone else looked expectant.

He explained helplessly, "He is not our chef. Can I arrange another chef for you?"

The surrounding customers obviously did not buy it and expressed their protests. Some even went so far as to say that the Haoyuelou store was bullying its customers and they were ready to expose their behavior.

Lin Hao handed a small plate of steamed lobster eggs to Lin Qingyi and others, put down the spatula, and came to the supervisor.

"Uncle, it's okay. I'll take care of this table of guests."

"Give me a copy of their menu today. I'll see what's been served and I'll take care of the rest." Lin Hao said.

"Young man, do you understand our Yakiniku culture?"

"The yakitori you make this way has no soul!" scolded the Yakitori Immortal.

"I don't understand, but you can try it!" Lin Hao raised his eyebrows and challenged directly.