Parents Are Panicking About Building A Vocational And Technical College For Children

stunned!

The more he knew about their previous naughty ways, the more Lin Jinran could not believe it.

In just three days, the director trained them like this? Beat up a professional five-star chef!

"Director, have you drugged the children?"

Lin Jinran looked at Jiang Che in horror.

"Ah! Yes, yes! Do you want some brains for your pig?"

Jiang Che felt bad.

"I told you that they are the Chef's Innate Holy Body. Now, do you believe it?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!"

Lin Jinran nodded as if pounding garlic.

But I was thinking in my heart: "I believe you, you big-headed devil!"

But the facts were before her eyes, and she had to admire Jiang Che's cooking skills.

That's awesome, okay? Simply miraculous.

I am increasingly confident that Jiang Che will build a kindergarten vocational and technical college.

It only takes three days for a child to have amazing cooking skills. If you give him another two years, he won't be able to reach the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

New Oriental can announce that it has changed its name to Lebaby.

The slogan is, learn to be a chef and have fun with your baby!

Catchy.

"Damn it, how could I forget to take pictures at such an important moment!"

Leaving Jiang Che behind, Lin Jinran took out his mobile phone, rushed to the stage, and kept clicking the shutter in front of the babies.

...

He Tao was dumbfounded.

He...he lost.

Lost to a little brat.

How is this possible! He couldn't accept this result.

Asking him to call a little kid "Master" was more uncomfortable than killing him.

How can I be the head chef in the future?

My colleagues will laugh out loud.

"Unfair! I object!!!"

He Tao came to his senses and immediately stood up and roared in protest to the judges.

"You can't give him full marks just because he is a child. This is unfair to our professional chefs!"

“Organizer!!!”

"I formally protest to you that the judges violated the rules of the competition and revoked the score."

He Tao was like an angry lion, completely lacking the grace that an executive chef should have. He stood on the stage with red eyes and roared crazily.

“Chef He, do you think it’s unfair that we don’t give ratings?”

The little old judge stood up from his seat and looked at He Tao with contempt.

"Yes! You just favor him. You see that he is a child with a lot of love and you give points randomly. This is disrespectful to our chefs!"

"Oh? So, Chef He is questioning our professional ability?"

"That's right!!!"

He Tao was not afraid of offending the judges at this time. He would lose anyway, so he was so afraid that he would hold his neck and argue with the judges.

"Then tell me, why are we unprofessional? What do you think is wrong with Lin Yuhang's work?"

"Hmph! I witnessed his cooking process with my own eyes. It was completely random and did not follow the authentic method of nine-turn large intestine at all."

"You have the nerve to give full marks to a dish that was just made for you?"

He Tao had been keeping an eye on Lin Yuhang next to him for a long time. Indeed, as he said, Lin Yuhang's process was different from the current mainstream practice.

"Kid Lin Yuhang, Chef He said your process is wrong, what do you say?"

The judges upheld a fair, open and fair attitude and asked Lin Yuhang for answers.

In fact, this is also a mystery in the minds of many judges.

The improvement in taste is most likely due to this.

"What he said was right, and what I did was right."

Lin Yuhang was not afraid in the face of the aggressive He Tao: "What he understands is a modern approach, while my approach comes from "Continuing Yi Ya's Will" written by Zhou Lvjing, a gourmet in the Ming Dynasty. It is more traditional, more authentic, and more representative of Shandong Province. vegetable."

"Unlike the modern nine-turn large intestine which is tough and chewy, my method is soft, glutinous and fragrant, and is suitable for all ages."

"ah???"

“It’s actually made according to the recipe of Yi Ya, the founder of Shandong cuisine!!!”

One stone stirs up a thousand waves.

The judges were stunned for a moment.

The food is delicious and you can tell stories. Boy...you are invincible!

Even capitalists will cry when they see you.

Just using the four words of Yi Ya's will can defeat 99.9999% of the opponents on the scene.

This is the earliest Shandong cuisine recipe!

It has been basically lost now, and no one knows how to cook the dishes inside.

Unexpectedly, Lin Yuhang actually knew!

I actually made it according to the recipe, which was really shocking.

So, they tasted a dish from two thousand years ago?

So happy!

Touched tears flowed from the corners of his mouth.

If they didn't still have their stomachs, they would really want to have another bite.

It’s really hard to be a judge, and I can’t take more than two bites of something delicious.

"Chef He, have you heard of Yi Ya's will?"

He Tao worked his way up from the bottom and worked in the kitchen after graduating from high school. He had never heard of historical classics.

When questioned by the judges, he looked confused.

"What else do you have to say now?"

The judges slammed the table: "Although Lin Yuhang is young, the taste of the nine-turn large intestine he made was unanimously recognized by the judges."

"This is a fact that no one else can comment on."

"I can't let you despise him at will, nor can you slander the professionalism of our judges at will."

"If you still don't want to believe it, here, there is one piece left. Can you eat it and then question it?"

The judges' words were resounding and well-founded.

The speechless He Tao was ashamed.

"Hmph! You made me eat it. No matter how delicious it is, I still have to say it's not delicious." He Tao thought to himself and put the last piece of sausage on the plate into his mouth.

One bite and the aroma explodes.

Various flavors exploded on his tongue, stimulating his taste buds.

My whole body trembled, and I couldn't help shouting: "It's so delicious!!!"

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