I am Qinxing No.1

Chapter 452
I've never seen Shang Qingxiong's kind of year-old reminder. Zhou Dong just woke up from a deep sleep early in the morning, happily eating the Kyoto-style breakfast provided by the hotel with Jiaoquaner and soybean juice, and he rushed in in a hurry.

He also held a long box made of unknown wood in his hand, with a mysterious look on his face, as if he was here to offer a treasure: "Old Zhou, okay, I have only been in Kyoto for a few days, and I can drink soybean milk up?
To tell you the truth, it took me a long time to get used to the strange taste of this thing.

You say it’s strange, it feels like swill when you hated it before, but once you like it, it’s simply delicious in the world, and you’ll still miss it if you don’t drink it for a few days! "

"Hehe, this is where the charm of some special delicacies lies. The stinky tofu in the north and the south, and the stinky tofu in Kyoto are all in this way."

Zhou Dong put down the bowl of soy milk in his hand, picked up two slices of steamed buns that were deep-fried until golden, and spread a thick layer of stinky fermented bean curd in the middle. , the smelly stinky fermented bean curd protruded from the gap, and Shang Qingxiong felt disgusted when he saw it. One-on-one deliciousness!
This is also the passive effect of the tasting skill. Once you have it, you have nothing to ask for, and you can taste the world's most fragrant and taste the world's most stinky, which is simply a must-have skill for a foodie.

"By the way, what are you doing here, what are you holding in your hand?"

Zhou Dong was a little curious about the wooden box in Shang Qingxiong's hand.

"Hey, guess what?"

It was obviously a quick temper, and he said he was asking Zhou Dong to guess, but he lost his temper within a few seconds. Shang Qingxiong gently opened the lid of the box, only to see a silver light flashing, and what was in the box was Zhou Dong. Dong said the jig yesterday.

"Hey, it was done so quickly, how did it get into your hands?"

Zhou Dong put down the steamed buns with stinky fermented bean curd, and came over curiously to look at it. This thing was given by the back kitchen of Good Fortune. Yesterday he sneaked into the back kitchen with his mind, and immediately saw this strange jig, and then he dictated it. Please Mr. Yan to customize.

Although this night has been operated countless times in the good luck kitchen, it is the first time I have seen the real thing. Zhou Dong is also very curious. I don't know how much can be restored with the strength of the preparation team ?

As expected of the preparatory team, it actually restored the appearance of nine points.

This clamp actually looks like a slender pair of pliers. Two silver 'pliers' that are four to five centimeters long and about the thickness of a bamboo stick are cross-connected in the middle. In the front section of the pliers, there are two pliers that are as thin as cicada wings, and the opposite inner sides are slightly recessed, and the workmanship is very fine.

"Hey, I went to the people in the preparatory team and brought it for you in advance, isn't it because I'm afraid that you won't be able to use it, so I let you get acquainted with it in advance?
Lao Zhou, but I think this thing is very difficult to use, right?It looks like two large ear spoons connected together. Not to mention the silver one, it's so thin, are you sure you can use it?
I wonder if this thing can hold tempura? "

"Doubt? Then you see clearly!"

I have been practicing in the system for 'eight months', and I am still fiddling with this thing 24 hours a day. It is the first time to use it in reality. The two buttonholes are buckled on the middle finger and index finger, and the two fingers are slightly bent inward, and half of them are contained in the palm.

Smiling, he pointed to the uneaten fried buns on the table and said, "This slice shouldn't be lighter than tempura, right?"

"Well, it's almost the same visually, even the steamed buns are slightly heavier."

"Take one piece, then take another piece of stinky fermented bean curd for me, and help me break it open."

"Oh"

Shang Qingxiong followed his instructions like a curious baby, first took a slice of steamed buns in his hand, and then took a piece of stinky fermented bean curd, spread them on the plate and smashed them: "Old Zhou, what next?"

"Throw up the steamed buns and open your mouth at the same time."

"Oh"

A series of orders made Shang Qingxiong get used to it, before he had time to think about it, he tossed the steamed buns and opened his mouth wide at the same time, suddenly he felt something wrong, damn, why did Lao Zhou ask me to open my mouth?

not good!

I feel bad and want to close my mouth, but there is still no time?

It's too late, then it's too late, two flowers bloom and we each represent one branch!
All the judges, when Zhou Dong saw Shang Qingxiong toss the steamed buns according to his words, the hand holding the clamp moved instantly, and the two fingers holding the clamp moved outwards, and at the same time his wrist vibrated, and he couldn't blink. Within a short period of time, the strange jig linked by the silver handle seemed to fly from the palm, making a slight 'buzzing' sound in the air.

With the force of the vibration, Zhou Dong's two fingers moved alternately, like a seal!
The piece of steamed bun that fell from the sky was wrapped in two balls of silver light, and was firmly clamped to the two clips at the front!

Zhou Dong unloaded his force and bent the clamp without waiting for the weight of the steamed bun slices. He had already swept the steamed bun slices over the plate with stinky fermented bean curd. It was stained with a lot of stinky fermented bean curd, with a stinky smell that made people want to vomit , turned slightly in the air, and sent it into Shang Qingxiong's mouth accurately!
It was only at this moment that Shang Qingxiong suddenly realized that he had been tricked, and quickly shut his mouth, but Zhou Dong had already withdrawn the clamp, 'click'!He just took a bite of the steamed buns smeared with stinky fermented bean curd.

Lao Zhou, you cheated on me, alas, the taste is really not bad.

"Hang Chi Hang Chi."

This guy eats with great joy.

After eating clean and wiping his mouth, he remembered that although the food was good, but Lao Zhou was too much, how could he stuff stinky fermented bean curd into someone's mouth without saying hello!

"Old Zhou, you are not kind! You tricked me! You have to pay!
I have thought about it, at least three big meals must be paid to soothe my hurt and weak heart."

"Ha ha."

Zhou Dong held it in his hand, his eyes were cold, and he was serious, like a peerless swordsman whose sharp sword was already bleeding: "If I were you, I would quickly take a sip of soybean juice right now, it would be a perfect match."

"Hey, that makes sense, um, let me have a bite."

Quite full. Shang Qingxiong is different today. Yesterday he was hungry for a long time, and he almost didn’t turn into a stomach. Today, he ate breakfast twice, and he was [-]% full before going to the back kitchen of the white case team. .

"Old Zhou, how did you practice this technique?"

While brushing his teeth with the disposable toothbrush in the hotel, Shang Qingxiong muttered indistinctly: "I always feel that there must be a mysterious secret in you.

This jig is used, it looks like a legendary martial arts master with internal strength."

"Nonsense, have you heard the story of the oil seller, who is still a martial arts master?"

Zhou Dong spat out the toothbrush water in his mouth, and threw a piece of gum to Shang Qingxiong: "Let's go, the time should be almost up. Remember to say a few words later, no one will treat you as dumb."

(End of this chapter)