Chapter 1013 Overwhelming Country and City (4)
Back to Mount Asakusa, not even an hour had passed.
Chen Xiaobei told Weishi Caicai that it would take two hours to come back, and there was an hour's time difference, which Chen Xiaobei just took advantage of!
Putting on Chen Zhufeng's mask, Chen Xiaobei stepped forward and knocked on the temple gate.
Woshi Caicai poked her head out from the crack of the door just like before, and asked softly, "Who are you, please? What's your business here?"
"My name is Chen Zhufeng, and I'm from China."
Chen Xiaobei said in his own voice, "I've heard about Master Wushi's deeds, so I want to ask him to cook for me next time."
Weishi Caicai frowned slightly, and asked, "Do you know my grandpa's rules?"
"Of course I know." Chen Xiaobei nodded.
Wei Shicaicai said: "Now that you know, you should be clear that ordinary cooking will never be recognized by grandpa! I can even tell you that grandpa hasn't cooked for others for several years..."
"Master Woshi has high vision, even if he rejects me, it is not surprising at all."
Chen Xiaobei said sincerely: "However, I came to the island country all the way, if I give up without giving it a try, I will regret it for the rest of my life!"
Woshi Caicai frowned and said, "Let me remind you one last thing, Grandpa is cursing... If you are not afraid of being scolded, come with me."
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid! Let's go in!" Chen Xiaobei grinned, knowing what to do, what the hell?
The canteen in the temple.
Chen Xiaobei followed Weishi Caicai, and when he arrived at the door, he heard an angry voice cursing a certain dish.
"Garbage! How dare you put this kind of thing in front of this old man? Do you think this old man doesn't understand Western food? Bring your trash! Get out!"
Immediately afterwards, the door of the dining hall was opened.
A European chef walked out with a plate of delicious-looking seafood dishes.
When going up the mountain, Yamaguchi Daibaojian introduced that this chef once won the championship in the seafood cooking group of the World Chef King Competition.
The dignitaries of European countries have to make reservations three months in advance if they want to have a meal with him.
But luckily, in such a small place as Sensoji Temple, his cooking was called rubbish, and he himself didn't even dare to fart!
Obviously, the person who scolded him was Woshi Chihuo!
Weishi Caicai took a look at Chen Xiaobei and said, "You want to leave now, there is still time..."
"I'm not leaving."
Chen Xiaobei smiled lightly, and said: "We Chinese men can be defeated, but we cannot flee without a fight!"
"Okay, I can only help you here..." Wei Shi Cai Cai nodded, and led Chen Xiaobei in.
In the dining hall, there are ten tables lined up.
Minus the one person who was blown away just now, there are still nine tables with nine mouth-watering exquisite dishes.
The nine chefs stood next to their respective works, their expressions were extremely serious, and they did not dare to breathe.
Yamaguchi Dabaojian stood aside, swallowing his saliva from time to time, firstly, the nine dishes were too tempting, and secondly, he was a little scared in his heart, fearing that none of these nine dishes would be able to satisfy Kuoshi Chihuo.
"Huh? Who is he?"
At this moment, Woshi Chihuo was holding a cup of tea, rinsed his mouth, and casually glanced at Chen Xiaobei.
"He is also the one who wants to invite Grandpa to cook. Although he didn't make an appointment, he came all the way from China, so I brought him in on my own initiative."
Woshi Caicai replied very seriously.
As soon as this remark came out, the chefs around couldn't hold back immediately.
"That kid is too pretentious! Even we don't dare to expect to be recognized by Master Huoshi. He has no hair at all. What qualifications does he have to come here to show off?"
"Master Woshi has eaten more salt than he has eaten rice! If you dare to come to Sensoji Temple to pretend to be aggressive, you will be struck by lightning in minutes!"
"Besides, what's so delicious about Huaxia cuisine? Even if Huaxia's top chefs come, they will only be scolded!"
"Yeah, Huaxia food is not good, and the relationship between Huaxia and the island country is not good, maybe Master Woshi will just let that kid go!"
...
The nine chefs whispered, in their eyes, Chen Xiaobei was not good, nor was Huaxia cuisine, and he was not qualified to stand on the same stage with them at all.
But in the next second, before Chen Xiaobei could make a move, Woshi Chihuo slapped them in the face first.
"A group of frogs at the bottom of the well! You know what a fart!"
Woshi Chihuo said very seriously: "Chinese cuisine is extensive and profound, and you can pick out any one of the eight major cuisines, and you can stand alone! The biggest regret of this old man in this life is that he has not tasted all the delicacies of China! This young man is here just in time!"
"Uh……"
As soon as these words came out, the nine chefs were speechless for a moment, their cheeks burning hot.
If it were someone else who said they were frogs in a well, they would probably have already jumped to their feet and scolded their mothers.
But when Taishan Beidou in the food industry said this, they could only bite the bullet and accept it.
"It's just a little misunderstanding, Master Woshi, don't affect your mood..."
Yamaguchi Daihoken didn't make a sound just now, but now he hastened to smooth things over.
Woshi Chihuo didn't bother to pay attention to him, but looked at Chen Xiaobei with great interest, and asked, "Young man, what dish do you plan to cook for this old man? Sichuan, Shandong, Guangdong, Fujian, Zhejiang, Hunan, Hui, Huai Yang, I am very interested in these eight major cuisines!"
After finishing speaking, Woshi Chihuo picked up his teacup, took a sip of water, and wanted to continue rinsing his mouth.
"I don't plan to cook dishes from the eight major cuisines today, because I don't know how to do it at all!"
With a harmless smile on his face, Chen Xiaobei said, "What I'm going to make today is a fruit platter!"
"puff……"
As soon as he heard the words 'fruit platter', Weishi Chihuo just drank the tea in his mouth and sprayed it all out.
"What? That kid is going to make a fruit platter? Are we hallucinating?"
The rest of the people in the room were all so anxious by Lei's appearance that they almost fell to the ground.
"If we don't have auditory hallucinations, then the kid must be retarded!"
"That's right! How can a normal person go to Sensoji Temple to make a fruit platter? Was he kicked in the head by a donkey?"
"Stinky boy! Get out of here quickly! Are you still making a fruit platter? You are completely insulting Master Zuoshi!"
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The nine chefs seized the opportunity and immediately condemned Chen Xiaobei. They had just been slapped in the face, and they happened to vent their anger on Chen Xiaobei.
But this time, Woshi Chihuo was also a little annoyed, planning to scold Chen Xiaobei.
This stunned young man who doesn't know how to cook actually wants to conquer himself with a fruit platter? This unprecedented incident made Woshi Chihuo really feel insulted!
"Don't talk too much, or your face will be smashed!"
Chen Xiaobei was always holding an inconspicuous plastic bag in his hand, and no one paid attention to it.
At this moment, Chen Xiaobei directly took out a huge peach from the plastic bag.
"This... is this a peach? It looks like a jade carving..."
For a moment, everyone looked sideways, with surprise in their eyes.
"How can there be such a peach in the world?"
Woshi Chihuo was also full of surprises and doubts, and a Chinese poem couldn't help but pop up in his mind, there are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent, look at the city of Qingren, and then look at the country of Qingren!
That's right! The peach in Chen Xiaobei's hand corresponds to this poem!
Looking at the island country, or even looking at the whole world, even if the country is overwhelmed, there will never be another peach that can compare with it!
"Master Vortex!"
Chen Xiaobei grinned and asked, "Want to try my fruit platter?"