Chapter Seven: Mo Changsheng, the God of Food (1)

"Don't panic, tell me what's going on first?" Wen Qingyan was not surprised, and asked calmly.

"It seems that the guests of Piaoxian Pavilion said that our dishes are not up to standard and do not deserve the name of the dishes. ”

"Do you want to get a discount or bargain?"

"It doesn't look like it!"

"Okay, I see, I'll go right away. Wen Qingyan briefly asked about the situation, and hurriedly ran to the third floor.

Mo Changsheng followed behind and chased after him.

There are many private rooms on the third floor, but none of them are empty, and at this moment many people are opening the door of their private rooms and pointing at a private room, and there are some diners gathered at the door of the private room.

"Hello, I'm the shopkeeper here, is there anything dissatisfaction with the guest officer?" Wen Qingyan smiled, and ordinary people really couldn't lose their temper with her.

There were only four people in this private room, two men and two women. Judging by their dress and temperament, the other party should be either rich or expensive, not someone who wants to take advantage of a small advantage.

In addition, the other party ordered the most expensive and unique dishes in addition to the medicinal food, and the other party should be a glutton.

"I brought my girlfriend to you to see your real kung fu, but you are using these defective products to fool me, I'm afraid it's not appropriate, right?"

The young man sitting on the main seat saw that the person who was asking was a superb beauty, and he really didn't get as angry as before, if it weren't for his girlfriend being by his side at this moment, and with an unhappy expression, he probably wouldn't have pursued it anymore.

Wen Qingyan could see at a glance who was dissatisfied with the guests at this table, and if nothing else, it was the beautiful girl sitting next to the talking man.

Looking at the other party's arrogant performance and the jewelry he was wearing, he should be a rich second generation who has been spoiled by his family.

"Which dish are you saying is not to your taste? I'll make the kitchen redo it right away!"

"Shopkeeper, the dishes have already been changed!" a waitress whispered to Wen Qingyan.

"Alright, don't talk about it, I don't see if you guys can't make anything really good!" said the arrogant girl impatiently, picking up her handbag and leaving.

Wen Qingyan was overjoyed in her heart, as long as she didn't make trouble, she was about to notify the financial officer of the exemption, when a faint voice sounded.

"Wait! If you say a dish is not delicious, I'll redo it for you now, and I'll make sure you're satisfied!"

Everyone's eyes turned to the place where the voice came, and a tall figure was standing.

"Brother Changsheng, what nonsense are you talking about! When have you ever cooked?" Wen Qingyan saw that the person who spoke was actually Mo Changsheng, and suddenly one head and two big, hurriedly spoke to stop it.

"Isn't it? I've never cooked before, and I'm not ashamed!"

"Who is this kid? Who is so good at blowing nonsense? Doesn't this make the shopkeeper embarrassed?"

Wen Qingyan didn't control her volume in a hurry, and the onlookers all heard her words, and they all understood that Mo Changsheng hadn't cooked at all, and they immediately talked about it.

When the arrogant girl heard this, she was even more unhappy, she was ready to leave, and the other party still wanted to get back face, did she think she was so fooled?

"Okay, I'll see how you satisfy me!" The arrogant girl put down her handbag and sat down again: "This 'hard to distinguish between true and fake', where is it difficult to distinguish between true and fake? And this 'don't smell the fallen leaves', you can't smell such a big fragrance?"

Wen Qingyan saw that the matter that was already about to end had become tricky again, and she was suddenly angry, but she was reluctant to get angry with Mo Changsheng, so she had to accompany her carefully:

"Beauty, don't pay attention to him! He's my younger brother, and he's been sick with his brain since he was a child, and he doesn't know how to cook at all. I'll give you a free order at your table. I'm really sorry, these two dishes were originally made by my father, but he is now in a foreign country, and most people are not as knowledgeable as you, so you can dissipate your anger. When my father comes back, I will definitely invite you to come back and taste it for free!"

"No, I have to see the craftsmanship of this 'master' today!"

Wen Qingyan was about to continue to apologize, but Mo Changsheng stepped forward and stopped her: "Sister doesn't need to apologize, isn't it just these two dishes?"

After speaking, he looked at Wen Qingyan firmly.

Wen Qingyan looked at Mo Changsheng's calm expression, and somehow trusted him very much, and actually agreed to him by the ghost!

Mo Changsheng looked at the two dishes that the other party said, and said to Wen Qingyan: "Sister, tell me about these two dishes." ”

Everyone was stunned by his words!

He doesn't even know how to make these two dishes!

"Tianxian Restaurant is going to be ugly today, but it's a pity that Xiaowen is such a good person. ”

"This kid is here to be funny, isn't it? This is the signature dish of Tianxian Restaurant, even a first-class chef can't do it. ”

Mo Changsheng turned a deaf ear to the words spoken by the people around him, and still looked at Wen Qingyan lightly.

When Wen Qingyan heard Mo Changsheng ask this, she also regretted it, why did she be confused, she knew very well that Mo Changsheng had never cooked, how could she agree to him?

At this time, she was already difficult to ride a tiger, and Mo Changsheng still looked confident at this moment, so she simply broke the jar and called the chef to ask him to explain to Mo Changsheng.

"Hard to distinguish between real and fake" is a particularly beautiful dish

This dish is made of radishes and fruits of various colors carved into the shape of flowers, and served on a plate, and each flower is filled with a prepared sauce.

The essence of this dish lies in the fact that there are two of each type of flower, one is a real flower and the other is a carved flower, and when the guests eat it, they need to distinguish which flower is edible and which flower is not edible.

"Falling leaves don't smell" is even more exquisite.

On the surface, this dish looks like a roast chicken wrapped in lotus leaves, but it is actually very particular.

The reason why this dish is called falling leaves is because after wrapping the roast chicken with lotus leaves, you can't smell the aroma of the roast chicken, and once you open the lotus leaves, the fragrance can fill the entire room in an instant.

After listening to the chef's introduction, Mo Changsheng nodded clearly, and said lightly to the arrogant girl: "I can cook the first dish for you here, but the second dish is our unique skill, and it can't be passed on, I have to do it in the kitchen." Questions?"

The arrogant girl saw that he still didn't shed tears when he saw the coffin, and snorted heavily: "You can make this 'hard to distinguish between truth and falsehood' first!"

Mo Changsheng nodded indifferently and said, "Okay, I'll do this 'hard to distinguish between truth and falsehood' first!"

After speaking, he turned to Wen Qingyan and said, "Sister, you can ask someone to bring the materials." I don't need any other knives, just get me a fruit knife. ”

Wen Qingyan was already numb, and when she heard Mo Changsheng's request, she immediately arranged for someone to get something.

After a while, several waiters returned to the private room with ingredients and fruit knives.

Mo Changsheng picked up the fruit knife, gently closed his eyes, and then opened them violently, his eyes revealing a strong essence.

No one in the private room knows that the former infant monster - "God of Food" Mo Changsheng is about to reappear in the rivers and lakes!