As the smoke slowly dissipated, everyone's eyes couldn't help but pause. There was no one there, and there was no sign of Mr. Sun anywhere.
In the ears of Mr. Zhao and the little chubby girl, Mr. Sun's voice suddenly came -
"It's not a good place to stay here for a long time. I'll go first..."
He was so embarrassed this time that he didn't have the nerve to stay any longer. With the help of the smoke, he turned into a gust of wind and headed towards the mountain.
…
"This Dawang Mountain is really extraordinary. The barrier at the mountain gate is so-so, and the buildings inside are quite domineering!" As the Yingbin Building slowly came into view, Mr. Sun couldn't help but sigh, sincerely amazed.
"Master, is the barrier just so-so? How could it blow you away?" The chubby girl on the side rolled her eyes and mocked mercilessly.
"Little girl, you know nothing! I just gave Mr. Zhao face, and I only used three points, no! One point of strength! Otherwise, with this barrier, it would be easy to come to ten!" Old Sun's face was not red, and his heart was not beating. bragging.
"Also! You're so fat, you should lose weight!" Seeing that the fat girl was about to slap her in the face again, Mr. Sun immediately scolded her.
"Smelly old man! If you hadn't always studied delicious food for me to taste, would I have been so fat?!" The little chubby girl raised her chubby face and stopped even calling her "Master". It was obvious that she had deep resentment towards Mr. Sun.
Mr. Sun's face froze, he couldn't help but touch his nose and laughed twice.
"Mr. Zhao, did you already know about the weirdness of Shanmen and didn't tell me on purpose!?" The target of the attack turned and he immediately attacked Mr. Zhao on the side.
"Oh, I just didn't expect that someone would have to take the ordinary road. Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's really miserable..." Mr. Zhao couldn't help but shook his head, looking at Mr. Sun's messy hair, pretending to be sympathetic. .
However, his eyes immediately fell on the Yingbin Building, "Old Man Sun, this Dawang Mountain is not ordinary. It was not like this at all when I left. The building in front of me was probably created by the God of War..."
There was extreme emotion in his voice, and he couldn't help but recall the situation when the gate of Dawang Mountain was built. At that time, he witnessed the miracle of the God of War with his own eyes!
In just over half a year, Dawang Mountain has developed from a hilltop with nothing to this. What could it be but the work of God of War
"Tch, you still insist on being the Martial God. Anyway, I still don't believe it!" Mr. Sun said with a hint of hesitation in his tone, but he still said stubbornly, "I admit that Dawangshan's methods are very strong, but there is no way to verify whether the Martial God exists. How can we be sure? What to say?”
"If you had seen with your own eyes the method of creating things out of thin air, I'm afraid you wouldn't say that..." Mr. Zhao smiled and did not argue, but said with regret.
The three of them walked straight towards the Yingbin Building without stopping.
As we got closer to the Yingbin Building, the flow of people became more and more, and they soon arrived in front of the Yingbin Building.
The time has now reached noon, and those selling breakfast and elixirs at the door have already left. Many people are sitting in the Yingbin Building enjoying lunch.
"Haha, I can't believe that there are so many people coming to Dawang Mountain to eat..." Mr. Sun couldn't help but say, then he took a sniff and commented: "But the taste of these dishes is indeed not bad, not bad..."
"You three, please follow me..."
A disciple from Dawang Mountain immediately came forward to greet him and said, "The people here are all new disciples from Dawang Mountain, so naturally they don't recognize Mr. Zhao."
As he spoke, he led the three of them to sit down at a table in the Yingbin Building, and then handed a square menu into the hands of the three of them.
"Hey, I didn't expect that I haven't been here for a while, but there are already so many more dishes!" Mr. Zhao couldn't help but said while flipping through the menu. He was not in a hurry to find Su Yu, but actually started ordering the dishes.
As for Mr. Sun and the little fat girl, they frowned when they looked at the menu. The dishes on it were all extremely simple. They were all stir-fried cabbage, white flour steamed buns, white rice, egg fried rice, etc. Almost everyone could do it. Do.
How can such a simple dish attract so many people
"You can even cook with water? And it's so expensive?!" They were surprised and ordered a few dishes.
It didn't take long for several dishes to be served to the table one after another.
Looking at the dishes in front of them, Mr. Sun and the little chubby girl looked at each other and frowned deeper. These dishes were simple and looked average. How could they smell so fragrant and attract so many people?
Mr. Zhao didn't have so many scruples. With a smile on his face, he picked up a steamed bun and ate the rice porridge with squinting eyes. It was a pleasure to eat.
"Old man Sun, it's not that I look down on you. Although the food you cook is very good, it doesn't make me feel satisfied when I eat it. It's different here. I take a sip of the porridge, and happiness slowly fills my mouth. My mood has improved.”
Mr. Zhao looked at the stunned Mr. Sun and couldn't help but say.
Satisfaction
Mr. Sun glanced at Mr. Zhao, and his eyebrows couldn't help but jump.
This was not the first time that he heard Mr. Zhao bragging about the delicious food in Dawang Mountain. He wanted to blow a bowl of white rice porridge to the sky, so out of curiosity, he followed him to Dawang Mountain to have a look.
As Danyin, Mr. Zhao's only hobby is food. In the past, Mr. Zhao could give out the best elixirs in exchange for a meal he cooked. Now he actually has a "new love". He is lying if he doesn't eat the food. .
"Old man Zhao, please stop fooling me..." Mr. Sun snorted coldly, still dissatisfied, "Only the God of Cookery can make dishes that can change people's moods. They need to be done with care! Look at these dishes. They couldn’t be simpler, but they’re obviously too perfunctory to make, no matter how delicious they are, how could they be so delicious?”
"Girl, try it! How do these dishes taste compared to what your master and I cook?" Mr. Sun couldn't help but started eating, and said to the fat girl next to him.
"Oh, stinky old man, let me try the food again!" The little fat girl muttered dissatisfied, then looked around, her eyes finally fixed on the only meat dish on the table - braised rooster.
Licking my tongue, of course I have to eat meat!
He stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a piece of chicken, put it in his mouth and took a bite...
The chicken was so tight that I couldn't bite it open for a while, but the rich flavor of the chicken juice instantly flowed into the mouth along with the chicken, filling the entire mouth, making the little chubby girl's eyes light up.
Because the meat was too firm, she simply put down her chopsticks, held the bones with her hands, and started chewing them with concentration...
Seeing the little chubby girl looking ready to fight to the death with the chicken, Mr. Sun couldn't help but stiffen his face, and directly reached out to knock off the little chubby girl's chubby hand. He couldn't help but said: "Stop! I It’s for you to evaluate, not just for you to eat!”
"snort!"
The little fat girl glared at Mr. Sun, then pondered for a moment, and said: "The meat of this chicken is of excellent quality. It should be a top-quality chicken. However, this dish is obviously just hastily prepared. Although seasonings are added, It's not tasty, which shows that the person who made this dish is not professional. Moreover, judging from the degree of chewing, this chicken should have been cooked for two days. During this period, it was refrigerated by freezing, and then heated by flame before being served. of… "
The so-called refrigeration method is undoubtedly the refrigerator, and the flame method is the microwave oven.
The little chubby girl Lin Lin talked about it for five minutes, all of which were the shortcomings of this dish. She analyzed it lucidly and shook her head, making Mr. Sun's smile grow bigger and bigger on his face, and he kept nodding.
I am not a disciple in vain, it is indeed a famous teacher that makes a great disciple...
Seeing that the little chubby girl was about to continue talking, Mr. Sun couldn't help but raise his hand, straighten his body, and asked directly: "No need to say anything, just tell me, compare this dish with the one made by your master and me. Which one is strong and which one is weak?”
During the questioning, he looked sideways at Mr. Zhao with a proud look on his face, obviously feeling that his craftsmanship was even better.
The little fat girl paused, softened her tone, and said directly: "However, these dishes taste more comfortable than yours, master, so... If I were to choose, I would choose here." eat… "
"Well... you said it very well..." Mr. Sun nodded with satisfaction, but he only said half of the words. The expression on his face froze instantly, and the corners of his mouth twitched, obviously unable to accept this cruel reality.
What does it mean to be more comfortable? Why would you choose to eat here
What is the standard for measuring a chef? It is very simple. It depends on which one others will choose to eat.
His disciple actually favored outsiders, which was really hard for him to accept, and his face was filled with sadness and anger.
"You said, this chicken has been refrigerated for two days and it doesn't taste good!" Mr. Sun said, staring at the little fat girl.
The little fat girl nodded...
"You also said that this chicken is not tasty, just like a cook!"
The little fat girl nodded again...
"Then you would rather eat this chicken?!" Mr. Sun was obviously on the verge of going crazy. This blow was really too big for him...
The little fat girl looked at her master weakly and nodded...
boom-
Like a bolt from the blue, Mr. Sun's heart couldn't help but feel sad, and he almost cried.
Because of his excitement, his beard stood up and his pupils widened. He looked blankly at the little fat girl, then at Mr. Zhao...
"I do not believe!"
Mr. Sun murmured in disbelief, then picked up the chopsticks and picked up the cabbage closest to him...
Without hesitation, he put the cabbage into his mouth and kept chewing it.
As the cabbage entered his mouth, Mr. Sun's face instantly turned red, his whole body was trembling uncontrollably, and he stood up with a "boom"!
The movement here quickly attracted everyone's attention, and everyone looked over.
"Old man Sun, what's wrong with you? It's not so delicious..." Mr. Zhao couldn't help but say.
"Delicious?" Mr. Sun smiled coldly, his voice suddenly rising, and he was obviously extremely excited. His eyes swept across the tables of dishes, and his eyes instantly turned red, and tears slowly flowed down his cheeks, "What kind of king is this? Let's have a look. He came to see me!"
His voice was filled with extreme anger, as if he and Su Yu had some irreconcilable hatred...
I have finally finished everything today. I have spent the past two days taking the time to type, and now it has finally come to an end. The updates are less than usual. I hope you can forgive me.
Many people have reported that the number of words in a chapter is too few, and I am slowly improving it. Starting from tomorrow, one chapter will have 3,000 words, with a guarantee of two chapters per day. Thank you for your support...
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