"Wow, poisoning at night. I only have toilet paper with me now, and I almost ate it!”
"Is this still the cold Young Master Tang in my heart? Why is it so warm?"
"Fatty Di is so happy. I really envy her. If only I was standing there eating chicken!”
"Hey, hey, hey, otaku girls, don't let your imagination run wild. Quickly wash up and sleep. Little Brother is mine!”
In an instant, the live broadcast room was flooded with thousands of bullet comments. It was as if everyone had been conquered by this spicy chicken.
"Tang Chen, why are you so powerful?”Dilareba savored the taste of the spicy chicken and said with satisfaction,"I like spicy chicken the most. I've eaten a lot of spicy chicken over the years, but your dish is the most memorable. It's simply delicious!”
"It can't be that exaggerated, right?" Tang Chen chuckled. He wasn't defeated by her sugar-coated cannonball at all."Maybe you're too hungry, that's why you think everything tastes good!”
"No, it's really not. It's really delicious!”Dilareba waved her hands repeatedly to show her innocence.
She was truly appreciative from the bottom of her heart. A qualified foodie loved to eat delicious food, but she was quite picky about it. A taste that left one's aftertaste could be remembered for a lifetime.
"Come, Lil Tang, let me have a taste too!”
Huang Lei was a little curious when he saw Teacher He and Dilareba praising him. He hurriedly came over.
Cooking was about color, aroma, and taste. Just now, the aroma was already there, and the appearance was also very good. All that was left was to taste it.
As the most outstanding chef in his life, Chef Huang planned to compete with Tang Chen to see whose cooking skills were better.
Of course, this was not jealousy.
As an elder, he especially liked these young people. Watching them do all kinds of things in front of him was like watching his own children.
"Come, Teacher Huang, help me score!”Tang Chen picked up a piece of chicken and put it by Huang Lei's mouth.
Huang Lei carefully sniffed the chicken before eating it.
The fragrance and spiciness lingered in his mouth. The crispness of the chicken had an excellent texture. Without a doubt, this was a very mature and hard dish. The moment it entered his mouth, it would even make him feel happy.
"How is it, Teacher Huang?"
Dilareba and Teacher He were even more anxious than Tang Chen. They looked at Huang Lei curiously.
Huang Lei closed his eyes and thought about it for a while. He nodded silently."Mm, not bad. The chicken is very crispy and tender, and the spicy fragrance is just right. If I were to cook this dish, I wouldn't be able to make this feeling!”
Then, he paused." If it's a full score of 10, I'll give you 9.9. I'm afraid you'll get proud if I give you more!"”
"Pa, pa, pa…"
Teacher He and Dilareba couldn't help but clap, their faces full of excited smiles.
From the moment they came here until now, they had unknowingly become like a family. They were all happy for Tang Chen from the bottom of their hearts that he had received such an evaluation from Chef Huang.
"Thank you, Teacher Huang!" Tang Chen gave Huang Lei a polite smile.
Next, there was still the dish of " Shrimp Ball with Bamboo Shoots " that Fatty Deeny ordered.
Huang Lei had already washed the crayfish. Not only was it clean, but he also removed the shrimp thread.
Mr. He's bamboo shoots were also ready. The tender and white bamboo shoots made people want to eat them.
Originally, Tang Chen wanted to give Huang Lei the opportunity to showcase this dish and let him cook it. After all, he was the head chef of the mushroom house.
But later, because Huang Lei wanted to make stewed onions, he gave the task of making this dish to Tang Chen.
"Shrimp balls with bamboo shoots. It's a very small dish. Tang Chen, can…can you do it?”
Dilareba looked at Tang Chen carefully, as if she was afraid that Tang Chen's lofty image would instantly fall from his pedestal.
After all, cooking was divided into east, west, north, south, Lu, Yue, Sichuan, and Xiang. Tang Chen was already very good at making spicy chicken. It was normal that he didn't know how to cook this dish.
However, what she did not expect was that Tang Chen actually agreed without thinking.
"Sure, why not?" Tang Chen laughed." This isn't a problem for me. Isn't it just cooking?" Everyone's cooking had their own taste. As long as the dishes could be stir-fried, it was already a success!”
"Yes, yes, yes. Tang Chen, I'll cheer for you!”
Dilareba shouted with admiration. Obviously, she had become Tang Chen's fan unknowingly.
Next, it was time for Tang Chen's performance.
First, he blanched the crayfish and scooped it out. Then, he used a mysterious technique to separate the meat and skin.
Then, he heated the oil and placed it into the pot.
The sound of bamboo shoots and prawn balls colliding with oil in the pot made people feel refreshed.
It was the first time Dilareba realized that cooking was like an art. The feeling of waiting for the dish to be cooked by the stove was simply amazing.
The most important thing was that she had also participated in the cooking of this dish. At least, she was the one who filled the fire under the stove.
"Tang Chen, I suddenly have an illusion!”Dilareba said as she filled the firewood.
Tang Chen covered the pot and wiped his hands. He asked,"What illusion?"
"Do you think we're filming?”"When filming a period drama, the wife in the drama will help her husband with the housework. It's like a man ploughing and a woman weaving!" Dilareba laughed.”
Tang Chen turned to look at the green mountains and clear waters. Suddenly, he was drawn into Fatty Di's words."You don't say, but I do have this feeling!”
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