Chapter 120 Soup...not Enough Precipitation?

Xu Bo's expression showed a hint of danger and madness.

"A good taster can give the chef important information,"

"Help chefs better point out shortcomings and improvements."

"My dad has done a lot of research on eating. If he can make comments on Dian Dian, the effect will definitely be better than the evaluation of ten passers-by."

After speaking, Xu Bo stood up and walked towards the face.

Just like a warrior who is about to rush into the battlefield, after washing his hands, he kneads his face beside the mask skillfully and powerfully.

"What if your dad finds out?" Chen Jianhai asked worriedly.

"As long as I can get an objective evaluation and improve my noodles, I will accept it!"

Xu Bo gritted his teeth while kneading the dough.

"It's a big deal when you come to the hospital every day to deliver meals to me."

"When my legs are healed, I'll be the head chef for you!"

In an instant, Chen Jianhai's heartstrings that had been silent for a long time suddenly twitched!

He was moved by...

Ma Dan, he has lived for more than 20 years, but he didn't expect that the first person who made his heart chord turn out to be his good brother!

... This is too scary!

Chen Jianhai quickly adjusted his mood, thinking crazy about his various two-dimensional wives in his mind,

After a long time, I calmed down and said:

"How can I, a big man, go to bring you meals all day long!"

"If you really go to the hospital, I'll ask Bai Cheng to bring you meals every day."

Xu Bo was delighted, and said while kneading the dough:

"Bai Cheng is not fierce enough, I like sweet limes!"

Chen Jianhai said disdainfully, "You have to say that, Lord Xie is the most fierce for breast augmentation. I will let him serve you every day."

"get out."

After Xu Bo scolded with a smile, the whole person stopped talking.

With a serious and serious expression, he stared at the dough in his hand very intently.

Stretch, fold, beat,

Every move is like a pilgrimage, full of ritual and professionalism.

Stretch noodles, boil soup, side dishes, seasoning...

All in one go!

Xu Bo carefully put two bowls of tinfoil sixty-nine vermicelli spicy beef noodles on the delivery table, and after instructing the waiter a few words,

He watched helplessly as the waiter brought the noodles to Xu Ba Spy's table.

...

"Sir, your spicy beef noodles with tinfoil sixty-nine vermicelli is ready, please use it slowly."

"OK, thanks."

Xu Ba Spy looked at the bowl of tinfoil sixty-nine vermicelli noodles in front of him, with a strange look on his face.

This bowl of noodles,

Isn't it just a combination of two staple foods?

Today, I have Beef Noodles with Sixtieth Vermicelli,

Will I be able to make a rice bowl tomorrow?

The day after tomorrow, another steamed roll with steamed buns?

Oh...I miss my son!

My son casually makes a bowl of beef noodles,

Definitely better than this!

Xu Ba Spy picked up the chopsticks, picked a small sixty-six and put it in his mouth.

Hmm... The hot and sour is moderate, the delicious juice of the sixty-one permeates the beef soup,

Although the taste is a bit peculiar, the texture of the fusion is very interesting.

Makes you want to try again after one bite.

Try the noodles again~

I just ate it twice.

Xu Ba Spy was stunned for a moment.

Immediately after, he picked up two chopsticks of noodles and tasted them in his mouth.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with this noodle?"

The middle-aged man opposite asked curiously.

"This noodle is very similar to what Xiaobo made."

Xu Ba Spy's eyes showed shock, and he picked up a few noodles and tasted a few more.

"Lao Xu, I think you miss your son, right?"

"Xiao Bo is studying abroad now, how could he be a chef here and make noodles for you," said the middle-aged man.

"Too……"

Xu Ba spy's expression was a little lost, but then he said proudly:

"My son, studying abroad is all based on my own ability, so I don't have to worry about anything."

"It doesn't matter if he studies well, my son is quite talented in cooking, especially noodles, it's delicious!"

Speaking of my son,

Xu Ba Spy immediately regained his spirits, and even his voice became a little louder.

After a meal, the first thing to eat is the spicy beef noodles with tinfoil sixty-nine vermicelli.

The waiter was watching closely.

Seeing that Xu Ba and the spy were about to get up to pay the bill, they hurried over and asked softly:

"Hello, sir."

"Our hotel is now doing customer satisfaction surveys,"

"Excuse me, what do you think of the spicy beef noodles with tinfoil sixty-nine vermicelli just now?"

If it was before, Xu Ba spy would just say "not bad" and deal with it directly.

Perhaps this bowl of noodles reminded him of his son, Xu Ba Spy thought about it, and said seriously:

“Nice noodles,”

"It's just that the design is mostly curious, the precipitation is not enough, and there is a little taste."

"Overall ok."

The waiter quickly wrote Xu Ba Spy's words on the paper, and finally said sweetly:

"Okay sir, thank you for your valuable comments."

...

After sending Xu Ba spy and the middle-aged man into the elevator and leaving,

The waiter immediately ran back to the kitchen,

"They finished? What did they say?"

Xu Bo stood up immediately and asked nervously.

"The gentleman said that the noodles were too fishy, ​​and they lacked precipitation and a hint of flavor."

As the waiter spoke, he handed the record book to Xu Bo.

Xu Bo grabbed the notebook and read the sentence over and over several times.

Looking at Chen Jianhai, he asked, "What does this mean...?"

Chen Jianhai was taken aback,

I don't know about cooking either. You ask me nonsense!

Besides your father's words, you don't even know, and I don't even know!

But he only dared to think about these words,

Xu Bo has gone crazy now in order to make a good signature dish.

As a good brother of Xu Bo, I can only support and support again!

Therefore, Chen Jianhai directly bite the bullet and said:

"My understanding, does Uncle Xu mean that the concentration of the soup and the cooking time are not enough?"

"That's why we said that our noodles have less sediment...?"

Chen Jianhai said it was timid,

For fear that I would not understand properly and mislead Xu Bo,

"Soup...soup, soup!"

Xu Bo murmured and repeated three words,

Then, as if thinking of something, he tore the paper off,

Ran back to the kitchen to settle.

...

"call!"

Chen Jianhai took the sightseeing elevator back to the hall.

It's finally safe and sound,

Xu Bo's legs were saved, as was the high-end swimming ring in his hotel.

In the elevator, there is a couple with children,

It looks like they just moved in.

The woman was okay, just leaning against the elevator with her bag on her back, quietly watching the fish in the aquarium sightseeing elevator.

On the contrary, the man's whole person exudes excitement and excitement,

A pair of eyes are like curious babies,

Looking left and right is simply not enough!

The elevator opens,

The two got out of the elevator and walked towards the direction of the room.

While walking, the woman said helplessly:

"It's not the first evaluation hotel, why are you so excited!"

The excitement in the man's voice could not be concealed, "I don't know..."

"As soon as I entered this hotel, I felt at ease,"

"It seems that I have the feeling of going to school and skipping classes to date with you again, I just can't help being attracted, do you understand..."

The woman gave the man a blank look.

"I understand, you have a literary disease again."

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