Chapter 2077 Crocodile Princess

Everyone has a prediction value in their mind when doing everything. Molière's prediction of Yuan Zhou's cooking skills is much higher than that of Chu Xiao.

It's a chip, not a half chip.

Molière knew very well that Chu Xiao was disobedient to authority, so if he was only half as powerful.

Chu Xiao's tone should be: That's it.

But now Chu Xiao talks about Yuan Zhou as: a very good cook.

Soon Molière had no time to think too much. After being confused by Dean's actions, the two finally stood in the team. Fortunately, they were at the forefront of the second batch.

"Huh..." Molière breathed out softly.

Molière knew that he had to queue up at the beginning, so he was prepared in his mind. However, Dean's serious expression made the whole atmosphere very solemn, so when he queued up, he felt that he had accomplished a big thing.

"Should I tell Yuna directly that I want to become a disciple, or should I be more tactful? It seems that Chinese people prefer to be reserved, shouldn't they be too direct?" All Molière was thinking about was the purpose of this trip, and about food. There isn't much demand yet.

For Molière at this moment, his spiritual needs far outweighed his physical needs.

After the first echelon of people entered the store to eat, he and Dean stood at the door of the store.

Then I was lucky enough to see Wu Hai's heroic eating posture. Many Europeans and Americans are very heroic in eating postures, but this is really the best among the best.

"Gudong"

Moliere swallowed and said, "Won't you choke if you eat like this? Can you taste it?"

If you just say that if you eat it like this, it will probably reach your stomach before it gets in your mouth.

"Oh, are you talking about Wu? That's a normal eating speed. If you had seen him eating in a competition with others, you wouldn't be so surprised." Dean said calmly.

"U?" Molière felt that the name looked familiar to this person.

Molière gossiped: "Is that his girlfriend next to him?"

Although Dean was familiar with Chef God's Shop, this question frustrates him.

"Molière didn't see that you were quite gossipy.

Dean said.

"It's not gossip, it's because I know that lady, Stia, the famous crocodile princess Anna Stia." Molière's words were a little serious.

"Crocodile Princess?" Dean heard the unfamiliar name.

"Mainly because her father is an Asian crocodile and a famous financial oligarch." Molière said.

Dean's eyes were full of doubts, which touched upon his knowledge blind spot.

"You know that the **** bank almost filed for bankruptcy in 2017," Molière said.

Dean nodded. Even though he didn't pay much attention to finance, he knew about this special thing. **** Bank almost went bankrupt for the first time since its establishment in 1799.

"That lady's father was the one who almost brought down the **** bank that time, so this lady was called the Crocodile Princess by the media." Molière said: "Whoever marries this lady will really step to the top of the pyramid. .”

Dean couldn't help but take a second look at the furry bear. He didn't expect this thin lady to have such a background.

"The bird next to her is the most popular bird in the European painting world. He is a frequent visitor." Dean introduced.

"The hope of the European painting world? It's him." Molière couldn't help but nodded: "Then these two people, in Chinese terms, are really a very, very good match."

"Burp" Wu Hai burped with satisfaction. He was full. He lazily led Zhou Xi to pick up the plates and put them away. He planned to give up his seat to others, with Mao Xiong following closely behind.

It just so happened that it was Dean and Molière's turn next.

"Wu, did you eat well?" Dean asked with a smile.

He and Wu Hai were also familiar with each other.

"You guys eat, I'm done." Wu Hai nodded casually and walked out with the bear, Zhou Xi walking at the back.

"Little Yanzi, my whole fish feast is ready." Dean said to Su Ruoyan with a cheerful face, and then turned to Molière and said: "Mo...".

Before he could finish his words, Molière interrupted him: "Didn't you agree that you will call me Feng Ma from now on? Remember." As he spoke, he glanced at Yuan Zhou who was wearing a mask and serving dishes.

"Then Feng Ma, you can order whatever you want to eat." Dean said directly.

His attention is now focused on the whole fish feast he is about to eat. Although he has eaten it twice, it is amazing every time.

Dean’s new dish, the classic tilapia, is inspired by the whole fish feast, so naturally he has a soft spot for it.

"Okay." Molière nodded, not daring to keep staring at Yuan Zhou, which would be rude, so he picked up the menu and flipped through it.

Although Yuanzhou noticed that someone was looking at him, he didn't want too many people looking at him every day. After taking a look, he saw that it was Dean and an unknown foreigner and didn't care.

"Although height is related to race, it is also related to diet. It is good for children to drink milk every day." Yuan Zhou looked at the conspicuous Molière and felt a little moved in his heart.

"Just these two." Molière was a little absent-minded and ordered two dishes at random.

"Sweet and sour carp and sweet and sour pork loin, right?" Su Ruoyan looked at where Molière was pointing and confirmed.

"Huh? Mo... Feng Ma, didn't you say you don't eat fish?" said Dean, who was waiting for the food.

Molière came back to his senses and took a closer look before he realized where the place he was pointing at was. Although he didn't know Chinese, he still knew the English language. He couldn't change his words for a while, so he could only nod his head and said: "Yes, these are the two words." vegetable."

"I want to try Yuan's fish, don't you? Didn't you say you can have it casually?" Molière found a valid reason for himself.

Dean shrugged, with a helpless expression, and turned his head to wait for his dish.

Su Ruoyan wrote down the menu and walked away.

Dean's dish was served first. The first cold dish was Hanyi Qinqin Brocade. Don't look at the rest, just the presentation and knife skills were enough to amaze people.

"What is the name of this dish? Why does it look so beautiful? Only God can make this knife." Molière couldn't keep staring at Yuan Zhou for fear of leaving a bad impression, which would be detrimental to his apprenticeship, so he could only stare at Dean.

"This is my dish, a cold dish. It's made of fish. You don't eat fish, so wait for your dish." Dean directly put the dish into his arm and skillfully used chopsticks to eat it.

Dean's skills in using chopsticks are already very good. He has obviously grown a lot after several years of study.

"Stingy." Molière didn't smell it. Although he wanted to taste it, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

Soon his first dish arrived, which was sweet and sour pork.

Before it was served on the table, I smelled an overbearing sweet and sour taste, and a little bit of sesame. Molière's nose could really smell it.

It was only when I put it in front of me that I could see clearly that the orange-red meat strips were dotted with some white sesame seeds, which was very conspicuous. The thick orange-red sauce evenly wrapped each tenderloin, even if it was fried, but it seemed The tenderloins were still the same size, stacked one by one as neatly as wood on an oval white plate.

"Why is it so fragrant? The sweet and sour taste is indeed appetizing, but this dish is particularly fragrant. There is ketchup in it, but it doesn't seem to be pure ketchup. There are other sour flavors. What is it?" Molière said for a moment. Didn't smell it.

Molière directly picked up a piece with his chopsticks and awkwardly put it into his mouth, intending to taste it.

Molière didn't know how to use chopsticks before, but this time he wanted to become an apprentice and wanted to increase his leverage and teach himself. Learning for just a few days was not a good idea.

The smell also attracted Dean's attention. Although he was greedy for Molière's dishes, two more dishes of the whole fish feast were served. He was busy eating his own and had no time to grab the food. He could only look at it with envy.

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