God of Cooking, grilling skewers attracted the fairy beasts

"Oh, it turns out to be the third elder. I have admired you for a long time. I have admired you for a long time."

Li Heng said hello with a smile.

"Ah."

What I got was a short one-word response, is that all? Is this Elder Leng Zhong and Sword Master Zhou Mubai brothers? This way of speaking is so simple.

"Haha, little friend Li Heng, don't worry, this guy is like everyone else."

Song Qingfeng saw the situation was a little embarrassing, so he came out to smooth things over for Leng Zhong.

"Although he talks little, his work ability is quite strong. He was the one who found out about the Xuanyin Sect a few days ago."

It turns out he is a high-ranking man, no wonder he has such a weird temper.

Song Qingfeng pulled Li Heng aside and said softly: "Little friend Li Heng, you have also seen that this guy's character is too boring and he only cares about work.

I brought him here because I wanted him to try my friend's delicious food and relax. I also hope that my little friend's delicious food will make him a little more cheerful. "

"I see, please rest assured, Master, and I will make sure Elder Leng falls in love with the delicious food I cook."

Li Heng confidently served Leng Zhong a bowl of rice.

"unnecessary."

Leng Zhong glanced at the bowl in Li Heng's hand calmly, shook his head and said.

What the hell? Li Heng couldn't believe his ears. He seemed to have been rejected just now.

This is really the first time for a big girl to get on the sedan chair.

"Really? There are still people in this world who would refuse the food cooked by Junior Brother Li Heng?"

"No, no, I want to see who is so ignorant."

The disciples who were working in the courtyard all cast incredulous looks.

Li Heng himself was directly shocked on the spot, thinking that he had never failed in this Xuanwu Continent since his debut, and even the two spiritual beasts Lu Xiaoxiao and Xiao Chi were conquered by his delicious food.

Now, Elder Leng Zhong refused his food without even tasting it. Li Heng felt as if he had received a 10,000-point critical blow.

Could it be that Elder Leng Zhong had a problem with his sense of smell? How could he remain indifferent to this fragrant meal right in front of him?

"Little friend Li Heng, you go ahead and do your work. I'll persuade him."

Seeing Li Heng holding the bowl, he was frozen there, putting it down or holding it, Song Qingfeng took the bowl.

"Third brother, why don't you try it? This dish smells delicious. It must be delicious."

Song Qingfeng pushed the bowl in front of Leng Zhong and followed the instructions.

"Not hungry."

Leng Zhong's answer was still very concise. Song Qingfeng was so angry that he wanted to put his mouth on him. Really, saying more words would kill someone.

"No, this is what little friend Li Heng wants anyway."

"How about a bite, just a bite? Give me some face."

What Song Qingfeng was thinking was: Li Heng's cooking was so delicious, as long as he fooled Leng Zhong into taking the first bite, he would definitely get out of control and not be able to stop eating.

"it is good."

After Song Qingfeng's repeated pleas, Leng Zhong finally made a compromise.

Everyone in the courtyard stopped what they were doing and stared at Leng Zhong.

Leng Zhong first took off the black mask, revealing a young face in his twenties, and then picked up the chopsticks.

Under the expectant gaze, Leng Zhong picked up a piece of bamboo shoot and put it into his mouth, chewing it expressionlessly.

"How's it going? Does Elder Leng taste good?"

"It must be delicious, right? We have eaten it many times."

"Yes, yes, Junior Brother Li Heng is the best cook I have ever seen."

The surrounding disciples gathered around, expecting Leng Zhong to praise Li Heng's delicious food as they did.

Unfortunately, things didn't work as expected. Leng Zhong put down his chopsticks, put on his mask again, and said calmly: "Just average."

"generally?"

"Can this be called ordinary? Has Elder Leng ever tasted more delicious dishes than this?"

A disciple asked in surprise. He didn't believe it anyway.

"Anyway, I can't imagine that there is a more delicious meal in this world than what Junior Brother Li Heng cooks."

"If there is, it is none other than Junior Brother Li Heng himself. The only one who can defeat Junior Brother Li Heng is Junior Brother Li Heng."

"What a coincidence, I thought so too."

"+1"

All the disciples stood up to cheer up Junior Brother Li Heng.

You said you took one bite and you really took one bite? And this bite was only taken for Song Qingfeng's sake.

Li Heng, the client who saw this scene, was shocked again. After traveling through time for so long, Leng Zhong was the first person to be indifferent to his dishes.

He originally thought that after Leng Zhong tasted his dishes, he would definitely change his mind and be deeply attracted by his own dishes. This ending was really unexpected.

"Well, maybe the food cooked by my friend today is not to his taste. How about I bring him over tomorrow?"

Song Qingfeng found a reasonable-sounding reason to comfort Li Hengdao, and then poured Leng Zhong's leftover food into his own bowl without disdain that it was someone else's leftover food.

Leng Zhong doesn't know the difference, so he, Song Qingfeng, has no choice but to enjoy this delicacy.

In fact, it's not that Li Heng can't accept that some people don't like the food he cooks. After all, different people have different tastes, and everyone has their own preference for sweet, sour, bitter, spicy.

No matter how good he is at cooking, he can't satisfy everyone. Just like writing a novel, no matter how good your writing is, there will always be a small group of people who will jump out and accuse you of writing rubbish.

Li Heng knew that there was a very smelly dish - canned herring. Although he had never eaten this kind of canned fish, he had seen some videos on the Internet where bloggers challenged to eat canned herring. The exaggerated ones would make him vomit directly. .

Even if it is a food that is unacceptable to most people, there will still be a small group of people who love it.

When he thought of this, Li Heng's mind suddenly opened up. Why don't he try some food that smells very special?

Like stinky tofu or snail noodles, maybe this is what Leng Zhong likes.

Song Qingfeng was a little worried that Li Heng would be severely hit by this incident and would never recover from it.

Then he really didn't pick up the sesame seeds, and finally lost the watermelon. He had no place to regret it.

Obviously Song Qingfeng still underestimated Li Heng. As a protagonist, how could Li Heng be defeated by such a small setback in front of him.

This only stimulates Li Heng's fighting spirit and prompts him to make more and more delicious dishes.

Firstly, he has confidence in his cooking skills, otherwise there would not be so many people coming to eat his cooking every day; secondly, he also has confidence in the Chinese food culture that has been passed down for five thousand years.

During the years that Li Heng stayed at Dixing, he cooked as many as 800 kinds of dishes, if not a thousand.

He still didn't believe it. Among so many dishes, none of them could pry Leng Zhong's mouth.

"That's very good. Let's invite the sect leader to come with Elder Leng tomorrow."

After Li Heng was slightly lost for a while, he gradually regained his previous confidence.