Both of You Are My Eyes
The knife and fork crossed, and Ye Quan cut the steak smoothly.
Her movements were elegant but not pretentious. It looked so natural.
"Wow, this temperament makes him look like a prince.”
"If it was anyone else, I would only think that he was pretending, but it's completely normal for Yequan to do it.”
"Compared to steak, I feel that the current Yequan suits my taste better.”
"Hahaha. I didn't react to the steak, but I was drooling over Ye Quan.”
The live broadcast room instantly turned into a scene of infatuation. Ye Quan also put the beef into his mouth.
But after chewing twice, Ye Quan suddenly frowned.
"It's…not bad…"
It wasn't a high evaluation, and it wasn't a stunning expression.
Although it was very obscure, everyone could see that fleeting frown.
In the live broadcast room.
"Hahaha, looks like it still won't work.”
"Yequan is considered a decent person.”
"Pfft, if it doesn't work, then forget it. I forced myself to say that it's delicious.”
"Hahaha, Yequan's expression is so funny. He definitely doesn't know how terrible his expression management is.”
"The number one professional fake smile. You can't see a smile at all, only a fake one.”
Ye Quan thought that he did not show any disappointment.
However, the people around him saw it all.
The manager quickly went forward to ask.
"Sir, what's wrong?”
"No, it's pretty good."
Reba covered her mouth to stifle her laughter.
"Ye Quan, your expression doesn't look good at all.”
"What? No?"
Song Zuer also burst out laughing.
"If you have something to say, just say it. Look at how anxious the manager is.”
Hearing this, Ye Quan sighed.
"This is what you asked me to say."
Then, he cleared his throat.
"The mushroom sauce used small brown mushrooms, but the quality is average. It should have been frozen once.
The thickness of this steak should be 10 cm, but your house should not be enough.
The ham should have been used in two batches. Part of it was fresh, and the other part was a little air-dried. The taste was mixed.
And…"
Ye Quan rambled on.
The people around them were dumbfounded.
The manager's expression was uglier than crying.
Reba quickly tugged at the corner of Ye Quan's clothes.
Ye Quan paused.
"What? Did I go too far?"
Zoel rolled his eyes.
Don't you know if you can pass or not?
At this moment, a foreigner suddenly barged in.
"Sir, I heard what you said. I think you're being unreasonable.”
In an instant, everyone's gaze gathered on him.
It was a foreigner wearing a chef's uniform.
Seeing this, the manager's face darkened even more.
"Everyone…everyone, this…this is our head chef.”
Or, the manager would walk up and try to pull the other party out of the private room.
"My God, why are you here? Come, come, come. Let's go out first. Don't disturb the guests.”
The foreigner shook his head.
"You said that you had an important guest, so I came to take a look. I heard what he said and felt that something was wrong.”
The foreign chef spoke in Mandarin, which was not fluent, but it was understandable.
The live broadcast room was also filled with laughter.
"Hahaha, Ye Quan is forcing the chef into a corner.”
"This foreign guy is really pitiful. Even the conditions that Ye Quan mentioned just now are too harsh.”
"You can't say that. Ye Quan only raised the standard. You can't say that he's wrong.”
At the scene, Dilareba also quickly stood up.
"I'm sorry, my companion doesn't have any ill intentions.”
The chef shook his head.
"The conditions he mentioned just now are completely impossible to solve. I think he's making things difficult for me.”
Hearing this, Ye Quan could not help but frown.
How could a chef criticize a customer? Besides, he wasn't talking nonsense.
"That's not right. I didn't want to say it at first. Your manager asked me to say it. Now it's my fault?"
"The problems you mentioned just now are unavoidable. You Chinese people don't know anything about steak.”
Hearing this, Ye Quan stood up immediately.
"I didn't hear it clearly just now. Can you translate it for me? What do you mean by we Chinese don't know steak?”
Ye Quan was really a little angry.
The other party's attitude had been bad from the start, and now he was even playing a regional black game.
Didn't the other party mean that Chinese people weren't qualified to judge steak?
Reba, who was at the side, saw this and quickly stood up to pull Ye Quan back.
Meanwhile, Zul Song looked at the head chef with an unfriendly expression.
In the live broadcast room.
"Good heavens, what is this thing?”
"I can't afford it. My cooking skills aren't good enough, so I was discovered and my defense was broken.”
"I heard that all head chefs have quite a temper. I've learned a lot today.”
"This is like spending money to hire a master.”
Faced with the foreigners 'difficulties, the bullet screen was unprecedentedly consistent.
Ye Quan said slowly.
"If you don't know how to cook this dish, I can teach you, but you have to apologize for what you said just now.”
"Teach me? Hahaha, I don't mean to offend you, but you seem to be blind.”
As soon as he said this, Reba, who was at the side, rushed forward.
However, when she passed by Ye Quan, she was stopped by him.
"Little Deeny, don't be rash. It's a live broadcast.”
"But…he…"
Song Zuer frowned as well, and his small body blocked in front of Ye Quan.
He glared at the chef.
Seeing this, the chef said mockingly.
"Other than bragging, do Chinese men only know how to hide behind women?”
Upon hearing this, Song Zuer immediately bared his fangs and brandished his claws. However, at this moment, a pair of large hands held her down from behind.
"Let's go to the kitchen."
Everyone was shocked.
The live broadcast room was flooded with comments.
"This…did I hear wrongly?"
"What does Ye Quan mean? Is he going to compete with the other party in cooking?"
"He's blind. Can a blind person cook?”
"Isn't that a little too much? Although Yequan's heart is good, he's easily slapped in the face.”
"He's too impulsive. How can he compete with someone else's strength? Moreover, Yequan can't see it.”
No one was optimistic about Ye Quan's decision.
Ye Quan's ability to judge food could only prove that he knew how to eat it.
But no one believed that a blind man who had been blind since he was six years old could cook.
If they were competing in songwriting, the comments would definitely be full of praise.
But cooking…
No one believed it.
Song Zuer stepped forward and whispered.
"Hey, are you really going to compete with him in cooking?”
"What else?"
Song Zuer sighed.
"Please, you can't even see. How are you going to cook? Can you differentiate the ingredients? Can you find the stove? Can you cut the vegetables?"
Song Zuer asked a few questions in a row, his face full of concern.
Unknowingly, she had forgotten about her feelings for Ye Quan.
Reba reminded him softly.
"Ye Quan, why don't we forget about it? We'll just eat at another restaurant.”
Facing everyone's concern, Ye Quan only smiled indifferently.
"Who said that you can't cook just because you can't see? Cooking depends on here, here, and here.”
As Ye Quan spoke, he pointed at his mouth, nose, and heart.
"Besides, although I can't see, I still have you guys. The two of you are my eyes.”
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