I just want a five-star review [Quick Transmigration]

Master Cao looked at Lin Kuimu with an expression of are you stupid? Mr. Lin asked Lin Kumu to cook the dishes earlier, but the kid couldn’t tell the difference between monosodium glutamate and salt. Celebrities and politicians, are gourmet gluttons poisoned to death?

Seeing that Lin Kumu was still bullying his son, Master Cao stood up suddenly, snatched the candy from Liansheng's hand, and said anxiously: "When is it, are you still playing?!"

Liansheng looked up at him in surprise.

His son, Little Ball, also looked up at him.

Two pairs of watery eyeballs just stared at him like this.

"...No, it's just a candy, what are you grabbing, come here." Master Cao's voice subconsciously softened, and he took out a handful of colorful candies from his waist pocket with a wheeze. on the table.

"As much as you want, don't grab it."

"Wow~ Dad is amazing." Xiaoqiu clapped his palms and was attracted by his idea. He felt that his father's big pocket was like that of a basket cat, and he could take out everything. He climbed onto the chair with great effort and reached for it. The colorful candies on the table were clumsily wrapped in his two little arms, and then he looked at Liansheng warily, his little head buried in the pile of candies.

"Hahahahaha." Liansheng laughed out loud, tears were about to come out, cut, he didn't want to grab candy from children, then he cleared his throat and patiently said to the human: "Master Cao, don't worry, the dragon head feast, I'm the cook."

Master Cao looked at him inexplicably.

Liansheng: "You help me, I think you have a bright future after all, and there will definitely be other chefs in the branch in the future."

Master Cao: "..." Are you out of your mind?Still have a future?Do you want him to be the second in command in the kitchen? Do you still want to be your own master? ? ?

The Dragon Head Banquet is a well-known large-scale food exchange competition. In the past, when Mr. Lin was in good health, the Lin family won the crown without exception, but now Lin Weicheng, who inherited the Lin family's only craftsmanship, ran under the Yang family. Completely quit.

In fact, it's not that Lin Kumu doesn't know how to cook, but he doesn't want to take it with him in a place full of oily fumes like the kitchen. In his opinion, it's too embarrassing for a big man to deal with firewood, rice, oil and salt all day long, so when Mr. Lin asks him to cook When he was cooking, he made a mess on purpose. Master Cao was present at the time and witnessed the so-called dark cooking. Presumably, that scene has not been forgotten until now.

Master Cao told him with his eyes: You are a kitchen killer!

Liansheng: "..."

However, until Liansheng brought out a plate of Dongpo meat, Master Cao was left dumbfounded.

Just now when Lin Kumu was cooking in the back kitchen, the vegetables and ingredients were cut in an orderly manner, and the strange and attractive aroma wafted in the air. Everyone had just had breakfast, but their stomachs were unconsciously growling, and their mouths were gurgling. Saliva secretion.

The Dongpo meat was served on the table. The square Dongpo meat was neatly spread on the plate, and the size was neat, as if every piece was cut to perfection. The Dongpo meat was poured with a layer of mouth-watering thick sauce. , the sauce and the meat seem to melt together, the bottom of the plate is served with blanched broccoli, the color matches well, and the plate is beautifully presented.

Master Cao is now an older person in the shop. When the dishes came to the table, other employees in the shop looked at his expression and dared not move their chopsticks for a while.

"Looks good, me, I'll try it." Dongpo's meat is translucent, moving the plate slightly, you can even see the fat and thin pieces of meat shaking slightly, as if they are about to jump up, Master Cao's eyes are quick It fell out. Dongpo meat pays attention to the fact that the heat must be just right. If it is too much, it will be rotten. He held it in his mouth for a long time, but he didn't want to swallow it. The sauce was thick and not greasy, and the meat was soft and tasty, but when he bit it down, the slightly elastic skin and meat mixed with the delicious sauce made him burst into tears. .

Yes, this is the taste! !

This is the taste of the Lin family's secret Dongpo meat. He has eaten the taste of the one made by Master Lin himself. The taste of the sauce is exactly the same, even better than that.

Liansheng filled some rice for the little ball sitting on the stool next to him, and made him a bowl of small glutinous rice balls for dessert alone, coaxing the child to forget about the candy grabbing just now, which would treat him as a good friend again. Brother, even sneakily stuffed an orange candy into Liansheng's pocket.

Liansheng was so cute that he couldn't help pinching his little cheeks. When he raised his head, he saw Master Cao who was eating Dongpo meat with snot and tears streaming down his face while eating.

Liansheng: "..." No way, he cooked the dishes from memory. At the beginning, his hands and feet were a little clumsy, but it gradually improved. He inherited [-]% of his original talent. He knew the ratio and amount of spices in the sauce that had been fried in a pan, and he could even adjust the icing on the cake.

The result—it was so unpalatable that you cried bitterly?

The other employees in the store didn't have time to speak, and rushed to eat the Dongpo meat on the table. After all, when the Lin family was in its heyday, there were occasions when customers lined up from morning to night to eat a bowl of authentic Dongpo meat. Only the retired old people who used to work in the Lin family know that now the decline of the Lin family makes them sigh.

At the dinner table, there were a few young people who even fought with chopsticks to grab the meat. The little ball who was holding a small bowl and was picking glutinous rice balls into his mouth said, "It's not delicious?" No talent is inferior to a person who can cook.

"Delicious!!!!" What responded to him was the loud sound of brushing on the table, accompanied by the sound of Master Cao wiping his nose with a tissue in pain.

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Here, Liansheng was preparing for the Dragon Head Banquet, and Li Luo was staring at his phone almost to the point where he saw a hole. After entertaining Shen Yao that night, he drove back to Lingfeng Mountain in a sneaky way to find a photo. After searching for the tissue for most of the night, I finally found it. Li Luo squatted at the foot of the mountain by himself, clicked on his QQ, entered a series of numbers, and clicked to add friends.

The signal on the mountain was not good, and the small circle circled for a while before disappearing.

Li Luoxin raised it to his throat.

After a while, he stared blankly at the two verification windows that popped up, his pupils dilated a little, and then he stood up, "Shameless, it's late at night, I'm really full!"