What chance did Zhou Luo have for the Four Happiness Meatballs that countless famous chefs had failed to make?
"What if it comes true?"
"Don't be in case, because there are no in case.”Feng Huadong refused without hesitation.
Zhou Luo didn't give up. As a top student with a system, how could he say no?
Zhou Luo took out his phone and searched for " The Complete Chinese Recipe ". He then started to read.
Seeing this scene, Feng Huadong smiled helplessly. If the secret recipe of Yanjing Hotel was so easy to crack,
However, he did not stop him. He really wanted to see Zhou Luo suffer a blow.
"Ding! The host has studied hard. Learning God Points 1... The host's cooking level has increased by lvl 2…"
" The Complete Chinese Recipes "," Advanced Cooking "," The Complete Northern Cuisine "...
After reading several books in a row, Zhou Luo's cooking skills improved rapidly.
"Congratulations to the host for upgrading your cooking level to lvl 4 (Top Chef). Your taste and sense of smell…have greatly improved.”
LV4？
Zhou Luo put away his phone in satisfaction. Then, he waved at the waiter behind him and said,"Give me a glass of water and a knife and fork.”
White water?
The waiter was stunned. Then, he realized that this high school student in front of him was going to decipher the recipe like many famous chefs.
But how old was he? It looked like he was definitely no older than 20 years old. Just thinking about it made him feel that it was impossible.
"Wait a moment."
"D * mn, Zhou Luo, are you serious?”Everyone was dumbfounded as they watched the waiter leave.
They thought that Zhou Luo was just playing around. They never expected him to be serious.
He was really going to taste the delicacies!
"Have you ever seen me lie?"
Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that there really wasn't.
However, this was different from taking a test. You could rely on your talent and hard work to complete the leap from a bad student to a top student in a short period of time.
However, this was cooking, an art that emphasized experience. Even if you were a genius, could you compare to those chefs who had been immersed in cooking for decades?
Even they couldn't decipher it, but Zhou Luo could.
"Boss, if you really solve it, I'll bring you tea every day.”
"I'll pass you a cigarette…"
"I'll help you polish your shoes…"
“……”
"First, uh…Little student, here's the knife, fork, and water you wanted.”
Soon, the waiter came over with a set of equipment.
Originally, he had wanted to call him mister, but when he saw Zhou Luo's tender face, the words that were about to reach his mouth were forcefully swallowed back.
So what if they were classmates? Why did they have to add a small number?
However, Zhou Luo still smiled and said,"Thank you."
"..." Everyone was speechless again.
"President Feng, what a coincidence. You guys are eating here too?”
Suddenly, a clear voice came from behind everyone. Everyone turned to look at Song Qiaodong and his group slowly walking over.
The people who should have come did not come, but the people who should not have come. Feng Huadong's expression darkened even more.
"Hehe, what a coincidence. "Feng Huadong sneered.
Hearing Feng Huadong's unfriendly words, Song Qiaodong's expression remained the same, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
His gaze swept across everyone and finally stopped on Zhou Luo. To be precise, it stopped on the set of equipment in front of him.
Water, cutlery, and a clean plate…
As someone who worked in China but was born and raised in Yanjing, he naturally knew the meaning of this set of tools.
He wanted to taste the Four Happiness Meatballs!
At the thought of this, a smile hung on the corner of his mouth.
"Classmate, what are you doing?“
"It's exactly what you think. "Zhou Luo replied coldly.
"Uh…"
Song Qiaodong felt his vision darken, and he almost choked on Zhou Luo's words…
Can't this guy speak nicely?
"Do you know how to speak?“
"Shut up if you don't know how to talk!“
Seeing that their teacher was being insulted, the students behind Song Qiaodong immediately went into a riot.
One after another, they went straight for Zhou Luo.
Zhou Luo only smiled faintly and did not care at all.
"Hmph, I want to see what you're capable of. Waving his hand, Song Qiaodong snorted coldly and found a seat not far from Zhou Luo. He sat down and stared straight at him.
He wanted to see if a high school student could turn the world upside down.
As a top-notch chef with a cooking level of Level 4, my ability will scare you until your teeth fall out.
Zhou Luo picked up his knife and fork and slowly cut it open. Then, he picked up a piece and took a bite.
Song Qiaodong's gaze swept across Zhou Luo's face. Seeing that his expression was still the same, the cold smile on his face became even more pronounced.
"Pretentious.“
The seasoning stimulated his taste buds, and the fresh fragrance of the food filled Zhou Luo's mouth.
At this moment, he was completely immersed in the feast of taste.
Onions, ginger, garlic, eggs, oil…
The names of various ingredients appeared in Zhou Luo's mind like a slide show.
However, what puzzled Zhou Luo was that these were only the most common ingredients. They were ingredients that everyone knew. It was impossible for them to become secret recipes.
There should be something else. Zhou Luo picked up another meatball and put it into his mouth.
Suddenly, the name of a Chinese medicine appeared in Zhou Luo's mind! licorice!
No wonder the meatball had a sweetness that was different from white sugar. It was licorice!
One minute…
Two minutes…
Five minutes…
Zhou Luo was still immersed in the feast of taste.
He didn't see Feng Huadong's face darken, nor did he see Song Qiaodong's unrestrained laughter.
Just as the two of them were about to explode, Zhou Luo suddenly opened his eyes.
"Done!"
Done? Did he solve it?
Hehe, he must have recognized reality.
Instantly, everyone's gaze was focused on Zhou Luo. They were curious and disdainful…
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