Gourmet food: starting from eating halberds to become a chef

Chapter 109 Out of Control
Looking at Liangzi who seemed a little disappointed because he didn't explain things to him, Meng You smiled faintly: "As for you, Liangzi, I would like to ask you for a favor."

"Meng Youjun, please tell me."

Hearing this, the disappointment in Liangzi's eyes instantly disappeared, and he looked at Meng You with clear water-like eyes, and listened carefully to what Meng You said.

……

Time passed, and the sun set in the blink of an eye.

Fujino, who was waiting outside, checked the time, opened the door and entered the kitchen, he was stunned for a moment by what he saw.

Meng You found a reclining chair from nowhere and lay on it with his eyes slightly closed, as if he was dozing off.

The stove on one side was on, and there was a Chinese-style pressure cooker making a chirping sound, cooking something.

On the lotus platform, there are several cantaloupe that have been peeled and turned into oval spheres, covered by layers of thin ice.

Seeing this, Fujino couldn't help feeling a little angry.

As a cook, it is an extremely irresponsible behavior to start resting directly before the cooking is finished.

But considering that the cooking time was really long this time, Meng You also stayed in the kitchen to cook, and his anger towards Meng You was suppressed from the bottom of his heart, but he still had a slightly cold face, and walked over to pat Meng You.

Seeing Meng You slowly returning to his senses, Fujino said: "The time is coming soon, are Meng Yousang's dishes ready?"

Looking at Fujino with a cold face, Meng You, who had escaped from the space of God of Cooking, was a little dazed.

What happened, Fujino's attitude was pretty good before.

But the chichi sound in his ears, and the displeasure in Fujino's eyes looking at the reclining chair on him, Meng You suddenly came to his senses.

It was because of this.

With a chuckle in his heart, he didn't feel any disgust at Fujino's views.

After all, people don't know that he has the God of Cooking space.

With a smile on his mouth, he said to Fujino: "In 10 minutes, Mr. Huihui can come over."

Looking at Meng You with a calm smile on his face, Fujino was slightly taken aback, recalling his father's evaluation before, and Meng You's actions before.

He should not be such a Meng Lang person.

His face softened slightly, and he nodded: "Okay."

He was about to step out, but he seemed to think of something, and there was a little hesitation in his eyes.

Looking at Fujino who was standing still, Meng You smiled lightly and said, "Is there anything else Mr. Fujino wants to do?"

After hesitating for a moment, Fujino's father's joyful expression when he talked about Meng You appeared in his mind.

He opened the mouth and said, "I want to ask, if you can give me a portion of the dishes that will be prepared later, I want to take them home for my father to taste, he likes your dishes very much."

Slightly taken aback, Meng You looked at Fujino with more affection in his eyes.

He smiled lightly and said: "Of course it is possible. I have cooked a lot this time, so I can pack a copy for Mr. Fujino directly. Besides, I plan to give a copy to two of my friends besides Mr. Inuhui. I also paid a lot for cooking.”

Then he looked at Fujino with a happy face, and joked: "Mr. Fujino probably won't blame me for sharing the food with them."

"Of course not, I'm going to invite Lord Inuhui now." Fujino shook his head and left with a hint of joy.

Watching Fujino's departure, Meng You's eyes narrowed.

it's time.

He stood up and walked towards the pressure cooker.

He has experimented many times in the God of Cooking space, and he has also deduced countless times in his mind.

The next step is the last step, and it is also a key step for his cooking to be completely successful.

……

Twenty minutes later, sitting in a Japanese-style room that Fujino had specially asked someone to tidy up, Ryoko and the others sat together. Among them, Quan Hui, who was in the main seat, looked at the porcelain plate in front of him, except for the flattened bottom. Outside, the other seemed to be a complete cantaloupe, and yawned.

"The style looks pretty good, but I don't know how it tastes?"

"Try it and you'll know." Meng You smiled lightly.

However, his eyes were fixed on Quan Hui, and his mind was looking at the purple quality chef's knife that he temporarily borrowed and received in the storage space, and the vigilance in his heart had been pulled to the highest level.

Seemingly sensing Meng You's abnormality, Quan Hui raised her head and glanced at him.

But he didn't say anything, just yawned again, stretched out some slender hands, grabbed one side of the cantaloupe, and gently opened it.

boom!
The dazzling light of cooking appeared in front of everyone's eyes, making people afraid to look directly at it.

In an instant, the eyes of Fujino and Nakajima were shocked.

What kind of food is this, it actually glows!
Although Liang Zi had seen Meng You's luminous cooking before, her mind was calmer, but her mind was also immersed in it.

Among them, Quan Hui was the only one who didn't change his mood much. There was only a flash of surprise in his eyes, and he looked up at Meng You: "I didn't expect you to cook shiny dishes!"

Being watched by Quan Hui, Meng You's heart tightened, and he was also surprised by what he said.

He actually knows glowing cooking.

Still keeping calm on his face, he asked, "Mr. Quanhui has seen glowing dishes before?"

"Young man, I have not only seen it, but also eaten it." With a sneer, a flash of memory flashed in Quan Hui's eyes.

Meng You became more and more sure that this Quanhui was a spirit, and Quanhui also woke up from the memory, intending to lower his head to have a look at the cooking.

But at this moment, his pupils shrank suddenly.

The moment the light dissipated, a strong and fresh fragrance floated out, as if a cloud of mist rose up and floated into the noses of Liangzi and the others.

In front of them, there seems to be an ink painting created by a master of traditional Chinese painting. It is full of spirit and form, fresh and elegant, and people can't help but be intoxicated by it.

But Meng You, who had been staring at Quan Hui, felt that something was wrong, and saw that the flickering light in Quan Hui's eyes slowly dissipated, replaced by a kind of wildness.

The mouth was slightly opened, and a pair of canine teeth that were as sharp as a kitchen knife made Meng You frowned, and the next moment, Quan Hui had already pulled the porcelain plate in front of him abruptly.

The strength was not under control, the porcelain plate collided with the table, and there was a crisp sound, and the porcelain plate shattered, pulling Liangzi and the others back to their hearts.

But all this didn't affect the instigator, Quan Hui. His eyes were bloodshot, and he stared fixedly at the three tablespoons of clear soup that was as clear as clear water in the cantaloupe in his hand. Without hesitation, he sipped suddenly.

With just one bite, he stuffed half of the cantaloupe into his mouth. Although part of the clear soup spilled out, some still fell into his mouth.

He didn't even need to chew, the rich aroma of the soup erupted completely on the tip of his tongue, and in just an instant, the bloodshot eyes in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a flush, his whole body seemed to have been turned on by the switch of appetite, and he sipped again suddenly.

(End of this chapter)