All Things That Eat Halberd Are Reborn

"Hunting oil? You mean butter?" the chef of the imperial palace thought about it.

"No, no, butter is not good. The milky aroma of butter is not suitable for dishes that present the original flavor of the ingredients." Mo Bai rejected the idea of ​​the imperial chef. "Since the chef of the imperial palace often goes to the Hojo restaurant where Huaxia cuisine is made, hasn't he tasted dishes that are not particularly fragrant when served on the table?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" The chef of the imperial palace was overjoyed. "Some dishes are not only extremely attractive in aroma, but also basically unchanged in taste, and the taste is not very greasy."

"But I have been thinking that I can't quite understand what's going on. It's just the secret recipe of Hojo Restaurant. Now Chef Mobai heard you say that, is it because of the oil?" Chef Yusuo looked at Mobai eagerly.

Chapter 533. Mobai kills

"I don't know if the chef of the imperial palace knows if there is such a dish in Hojo Restaurant?" Mo Bai didn't answer directly.

"What kind of food?"

"Pork Bibimbap."

"Gudu~" It wasn't Erina who swallowed his saliva this time, but the chef of the palace who was reminded of Mo Bai's question.

"Of course!" His eyes lit up, his breathing became slightly rapid, and he couldn't stop swallowing in his throat.

It looked like an old Tie who had been hooked and had a glutton in his stomach.

"Hojo Restaurant's lard bibimbap is a famous product! A small spoonful of snow-white lard is placed on top of the same crystal-clear rice, sprinkled with a little chopped green onion, and topped with light soy sauce." Said Gosho The chef swallowed again.

"Then quietly watching the scene where the ice and snow are melting under the steaming heat of the rice, the aroma that can penetrate the soul begins to permeate as the lard melts."

"At this time, stir the rice evenly, and when the seemingly ordinary rice is sent into the mouth, it will burst out with a delicious taste that makes the brain tremble!"

Having said this, Chef Gosho's heart beat faster as if he understood something!

"Chef Mobai, do you want to replace the blended oil of Iwayaki with lard!?" Chef Gosho seemed to have a picture of the diners being captured by the aroma the moment they brushed the oil!

"Uh...pure lard is definitely not acceptable." Mo Bai poured a bucket of cold water on the imperial chef.

"Ah?" The chef of the Imperial Household looked at Mo Bai dumbfounded, with a hint of resentment on his face.

No, you still tell me so much?

"Ahem, I just said that pure lard is not good." Seeing an old man showing a resentful look towards him, black-white goose bumps spread all over the floor.

"Pure lard is a white paste, and it is still sticky. If the diners do not handle it well, it is easy to overturn the car, and it is easy to stain the clothes."

"That……"

"So it's up to you at this time. Add lard to the blended oil, maximize the temptation of its fragrance as much as possible, and ensure that the oil remains liquid and does not crystallize."

"Ah, of course, although cooking lard is simple, there is still a lot of knowledge in it. If the lard bibimbap at Hojo Restaurant is as delicious as you describe, it is likely that a chef is specially invited to bear the burden of boiling lard. Work."

Mo Bai warned.

"I understand." The head chef of the imperial palace agreed.

It is the utmost benevolence for others to point out a clear path, so you can't expect others to walk the path for you, right?

"Thanks to Chef Mobai for your guidance on this tasting, I, Asuka House, will send a separate reward to your shop."

How much change can fat as the basis of cooking bring about?It is clear from the impatient look of the chef of the palace who has been guided to a broad road at this moment.

"Then, Chef Mobai, please forgive me for the poor hospitality, and I will leave first." Now the chef of the imperial palace just wants to go back to the back kitchen and put his mind full of ideas into action.

"Hey, wait, wait, don't rush away~" Mo Bai grabbed the chef of the palace. "My review is not over yet."

"Ah? Still, isn't it over yet?" The chef of the imperial palace was confused.

"Of course it's not over. I just said the first point, so what's the point?" Mo Bai, who was pulling him in front of him, had a fresh look on his face, which gave the chef of the imperial palace a bad feeling.

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Just the subject of oil reform is enough for him to study for another year or so.

In the end, Mo Bai said that there was still a problem?

Could it be that there are so many loopholes in his cooking?

"Look at this salt, since it is rock-yaki, why not match it with rock salt to match the theme and flavor?"

"Edible rock salt is actually not uncommon..."

Chef Gosho's ominous premonition comes true.

For the next half an hour, Mo Bai spoke happily and eloquently, and the head chef of the Imperial Palace felt his eyes turn dark and he suffered from myocardial infarction.

All in all, Mobai suspended the original chef of the Imperial Palace in the air from the conception and framework of the cuisine.

The fancy hanging scene was once extremely cruel, and Erina and Alice enjoyed it.

"Well, that's basically all these problems." Mo Bai took a sip of tea to moisten his throat. "Actually, I'm not qualified as a judge. Generally speaking, Chef Yusho, your cooking today is quite outstanding."

"Is it finally over?" Chef Yusuo, who had completely lost his eyesight, was dull for a long time, and two lines of tears rolled down his eyes after he didn't continue to hear Mo Bai's voice.

You have no idea what he went through during these half an hour!

It was the leader of the palace that the chef wanted to step into all his life, using his own terrifying talent and ability to forcibly beat the chef at the foot of the mountain with a crushing dimensionality reduction blow.In the end, when the other party left, the other party still sighed with emotion [I am so bad].

If it wasn't for the surviving rationality still knowing that this is a tasting, the chef of the imperial palace would have passed away on the spot in grief and despair before hearing half of it.

"Why are you still crying?" Mo Bai, who caused the huge shadow in the chef's heart, was a little unclear.

"This is tears of emotion. I didn't expect your tasting to be so conscientious."

"As long as you are satisfied."

"Satisfied, satisfied." The chef of the imperial palace burst into tears.

What else would he dare to say besides being satisfied?Is it possible to say that you are not satisfied, and then exchange for a severe beating that is enough to kill?

He is having a hard time!

After crying for a long time, the head chef of the imperial palace stabilized his emotions.

"Chef Mobai, I made you laugh. I'll see you off." The chef of Yusuo stood up in a daze and led the way.

"Then, Chef Gosho, I'm leaving." Erina showed a rare smile.

She is indeed very satisfied today, after all, she safely ate satisfactory food from Mo Bai's hands.

"Welcome to come next time, everyone," said the chef of the palace.

Mo Bai still paused for a while in front of the car door. "Chef, are you really alright?"

The trance-like appearance of the head chef in the Imperial Palace made Mo Bai wonder if he accidentally hurt the former somewhere.

"I'm fine." On the stiff face of the imperial chef, there was a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Oh, that's good." Mo Bai nodded. "By the way, that, Chef of the Imperial Palace, I have something to mention to you."

"Please speak."

"Everyone has some hobbies, but as a restaurant chef, some hobbies need to be self-controlled." Mo Bai said.

"Huh?" The imperial chef was at a loss.

"I mean..." Mo Bai sighed, hooked the chef's shoulders and lowered his voice. "Next time, don't peep in the private room. What if someone in the private room is doing business? How embarrassing would it be if the other party finds out?"

"You understand?"

The chef of the imperial palace recalled the incident when he lay on the door and hit Mo Bai eye to eye.

Sure enough, the other party found out that it was him!

"Hey..." The chef of the imperial palace rolled his eyes on the spot, and he simply let go of his anger.

"Hey!? Imperial chef? Imperial chef!!"

The call faded away from his ears.

"I've really worked hard on myself today~" The scene of walking on a horse and watching flowers began to appear in front of his eyes, and he felt extremely peaceful at this moment.

Him, it is too difficult.

Chapter 534. The real big sister still has 30 seconds to arrive on the battlefield

Private hospital, VIP ward.

"Hey, I have seen a lot of worlds, big and small, since I inherited Asuka House for decades, why can't I stabilize it?" The owner of Asuka House, who was lying on the hospital bed with a hanging needle, looked out the window, shaking his head and shaking his head with emotion.

The diagnosis given by the doctor made him feel that old faces had nothing to do - syncope caused by excessive mood swings. There are two common names for this type of syncope: one is fainting due to anger, and the other is fainting due to fright.

The owner of Asuka House is not the former, so the result is naturally obvious.

It's not a big problem, just rest for a few days.

The ambulatory bottles he is currently administering are only normal saline and glucose, which is a routine treatment for those who are sick or not.

Can……

"Hey! I can't guarantee the late festival, I can't guarantee the late festival." Hearing the footsteps in the corridor outside the ward, the owner of Asuka House sighed.

He seemed to see that the young doctor in charge was about to stab him again.

However, it was not the attending doctor who came.

The one who came in was the head chef of the palace who couldn't resist the psychological pressure in the end.

"..."

The owner of Asuka House and the head chef met each other with confused faces.

"It's over?" The owner of Asuka House gave the chef of the palace a lot of face, and didn't ask why.

"It's done." The chef of the imperial palace understood the meaning of the boss, and showed the same tacit understanding.

Nothing is said at this moment.

However, the expressions of concern between the two more or less revealed their feelings.

Chef Mobai, it's really scary.

"That's good." The owner of Asuka House let out a long breath. "I'm leaving the hospital right now to deal with..."

"No, boss, your health is the most important thing. Leave those business to the lobby manager." The chef of the palace found the best time for revenge.

Lobby manager, you fucking overwork me to death!

"Compared to us, those uncrowned kings are probably more fanatical about the traces of Chef Mobai."