God of the System Dad

According to the logic of the previous thinking, the worst dish is made by Zhao Xiaohao. Although Yu Wanwan is not the kind of person who likes to flatter, if she can guess which one is made by Zhao Xiaohao, I am afraid that she will be able to create a wave of presence.

But the problem right now is that none of the dishes are bad, they are almost the same as usual, but there is one dish that tastes the best.

Here comes the problem, that dish belongs to Zhao Xiaohao.

Yu Wanwan can't guess for sure, it's not appropriate to just mention one dish casually, since she knows which dish is delicious, let's just say it honestly.

A big boss like Zhao Xiaohao is definitely not stupid, he is very shrewd, so it is better not to play tricks in front of this big boss.

After going through various game calculations, Yu Wanwan made her own choice.

"I think this three delicacies soup is delicious."

Hearing this, the other women looked over one after another, because they also thought so.

They were also worried that they couldn't find Zhao Xiaohao's dishes, but since Yu Wanwan took the lead, they could only tell the truth.

"Well, we think so too, don't we?"

"Yes, this three delicacies soup is really delicious."

"It's so delicious, did Mr. Zhao make this dish?"

Zhao Xiaohao smiled and said: "It seems that you all agree that my dish is good."

"Mr. Zhao, with all due respect, it's not only good, it's at least a notch better than other dishes." Mo Xiaoyu, who has always been outspoken, expressed his opinion.

Hearing this, the three of them, including Chef Song, felt somewhat unhappy.

First of all, this dish was made by Zhao Xiaohao. Although they didn't know how the maids knew about it, they thought it might be Yu Wanwan who leaked it to them, so it's understandable for them to flatter him.

But isn't it a little too much to belittle their food so much for the sake of flattery?

Chef Song teased and said with a smile: "Miss Mo, you have to be more precise in what you say. Even if this dish is delicious, don't say that it is so delicious. You have to know that most of the dishes are made by us. The three of them made it. With our strength, you should know that there are dishes that are more delicious than ours, but I don’t think they exist that taste so much better.”

Seeing that the three chief chefs looked a little unhappy, Zhao Xiaohao said with a smile: "Don't take it too seriously, they may be accustomed to your taste after eating your food every day, so they are deeply impressed by the new taste. The conclusions drawn may not be accurate.”

Zhao Xiaohao smoothed things over.

But Mo Xiaoyu has always been a straightforward person. She insisted: "Mr. Zhao, what I express is my own opinion and does not represent others. Dao San Xian Soup is a notch better than other dishes."

"The reason is very simple, that is, this dish only uses three very common ingredients, and it tastes better than other dishes. I really can't deceive myself against my conscience."

Zhao Xiaohao was speechless, hey, a stubborn and upright little girl got into a fight with the chefs.

Yu Wanwan and the others actually had similar thoughts, but they didn't want to make this matter too rigid.

Chef Song felt that this matter should not be left alone. Although Zhao Xiaohao could not be offended, but if Zhao Xiaohao made a pot of soup at will that was better than theirs, then what was their value?

If they can't prove the value of their existence now, they will have to leave sooner or later.

"Mr. Zhao, forgive me for not agreeing with Ms. Mo's words. I'm not conceited. It's my confidence in cooking for 30 years. Mr. Zhao rarely cooks. Today, he made a three-flavored soup, which was picked up by some girls who have never seen the world. Praise to God."

"Mr. Zhao, I'm not saying that you shouldn't cook delicious food, but based on my shallow experience, you can cook delicious food, but you shouldn't be as exaggerated as they say."

"If I don't care about the truth in normal times, but if this matter is left alone, what's the use of the three of us, right? I remember that there is still a pot of soup left in the kitchen. I will bring it here now, and I will taste it myself. "Chef Song said seriously.

Zhao Xiaohao was not angry, but nodded approvingly. This matter is related to the dignity and pride of the head chef. If there is no such pride, then Zhao Xiaohao really looks down on them.

Anyway, what Mo Xiaoyu said clearly said that they were not as good as Zhao Xiaohao. If they swallowed this tone casually, they would be sorry for their starting salary of 50 a month.

Chef Song went to the kitchen, and Zhao Xiaohao smiled to relieve the somewhat silent atmosphere in front of him.

"I'm just playing with everyone, I don't want to prove anything, everyone should do whatever they want in the future, don't cause conflicts over this matter."

Everyone nodded.

After a while, Chef Song came with three delicacies soup. As soon as the pot was put down, he eagerly scooped up a spoonful and put it into a small bowl, then took a sip.

Everyone's gazes converged in unison.

Chef Song was as if petrified, motionless, staring blankly at the bowl, he was a little flustered, quickly scooped up another bowl, and then murmured something in his mouth, the voice was too small for outsiders to hear clearly.

Seeing that something was wrong, the other two head chefs quickly poured a bowl too, and after drinking it all, the two of them turned pale with shock.

So good.

It's unimaginably delicious.

It's like people who usually eat simple food, but suddenly have a gap like a state banquet. They thought that their culinary skills had no rivals in Suzhou City. If they looked at the imperial capital and even China, they might be able to rank within the top [-].

But now they find themselves thinking more.

What Zhao Xiaohao showed was another level of strength, one level higher than theirs, which was already very conservative and gave them face.

It can be said that Zhao Xiaohao's pot of three delicacies soup, they will never be able to make it in a lifetime.

Strong shock, those proud honorary resumes in the past are nothing in front of this pot of soup.

"This... Mr. Zhao, your level is too high. I have never had such a delicious soup, and I will never be able to make it in my life." Chef Song felt discouraged all of a sudden, and his whole body drooped, his eyes drooping All lost their luster.

The ability that a person is proud of, suddenly one day, there is no scum left, and everyone will doubt themselves.

"Yes, I admit that I thought just now that Mr. Zhao's soup must be difficult to eat, but now I take back my words. Mr. Zhao's soup, I don't think anyone in China can cook better than Mr. Zhao."

"Yes, I have opened my eyes."

The remaining two chefs also admired from the heart.

Hearing this, even a fool would understand that Zhao Xiaohao made three delicacies soup.

Before Yu Wanwan and the servants were not confident, they thought it shouldn't be so delicious, maybe they made a fuss about it.

Looking at the reactions of the chefs now, I know that their reactions are dull enough.

The maids didn't expect Zhao Xiaohao to have such deep knowledge in cooking. Is there anything else this man doesn't know?

"Mr. Zhao, let me venture to ask, is there any secret to your three delicacies soup? I'm really curious." Chef Song's heart is itching.

Zhao Xiaohao thought for a while and said: "It's nothing, it's just that when you're doing it, you have to..."

Zhao Xiaohao casually proposed a few points, such as how much thickness the radish should be cut into, and how much should be put in, accurate to the grams. Still difficult.