"However, the process of Mr. Yang Ming's cooking is a pleasure no matter how you look at it." Yuji Iwai narrowed his eyes.

After Yuji Iwai's reminder, Jinggoku Naida's attention also hit Yang Ming. The coherence between each action can be described as flowing clouds and flowing water.

Although it is not as fast as some chefs, it looks very comfortable.

Is this Yang Ming's strength?

Unconsciously, behind Kyogoku Nada, stood a person. He turned his head, the middle-aged man standing behind him stared straight ahead, his eyes fixed on busy Yang Ming.

"What do you think?" Seeing the middle-aged man coming back, Fu Disheng asked in a deep voice.

"I think it's not bad, but we'll have to wait until the cooking is done before we know what's going on. However, in terms of cooking speed, it may be faster than you expect." The middle-aged man lowered his head and explained.

"Hmph, this kid is actually disobedient. Let's see how his cooking goes." Fu Disheng closed his eyes, sniffed his nose, and smelled a strong fragrance, the old man suddenly came to the spirit, "It seems, compared to As you can imagine, it's better."

Can speed and quality really be both at the same time?

Fu Disheng didn't wait too long, about twenty minutes before Yang Ming rang the bell in the kitchen.

The middle-aged man immediately walked to the door of the kitchen and took over the dining cart introduced by Yang Ming.

Kyogoku Naida looked at the dining car in front of him and quickly took two pictures with the camera.

There is a small ice bucket in front of the dining car, with a red wine placed diagonally in it, and behind the red wine are four plates with plate covers.

"10 years?" Fu Disheng glanced at the label on the red wine, frowning slightly, "I didn't expect you to offer red wine here."

"You have spent so much money, you must feel that it is worth it." Yang Ming said with a smile.

When Kyogoku Nada heard the name, he immediately glanced at the red wine in Fudisheng's hands, with envy and longing in his eyes.

It is the red wine produced in the Obiang estate, the high-quality wine of the traditional eight famous wineries, and the price is not cheap in the market.

I thought that Yang Ming's dish was just a simple main course, but he didn't expect such a high-end red wine.

Fu Disheng frowned and handed the red wine to the middle-aged man in dissatisfaction.

"I often drink this kind of red wine. If I just go to the wine estate for the sake of red wine, it will definitely not take so long, Yuanyue Academy. The reason why I chose you is because of cooking - this bottle of wine. ,Humph."

The middle-aged man immediately put the red wine in the ice bucket, and then put four dinner plates on the table.

"Why four dishes?" Fu Disheng looked at Yang Ming suspiciously.

"It's two dishes, one large and one small. The larger one is chicken chop, the smaller one is wild mushroom rice, and one is yours. The other is a bonus, but You have to ask these two reporters to take a picture before they can give it to you. When you communicated with Gourmet Magazine, they should have mentioned this."

Fu Disheng nodded and took two plates that were closer to him, "There's no difference between these two dishes, right?"

"Almost the same."

"Alright then, Asakura, I'll give you that share."

While speaking, Fu Disheng opened the lid of the dinner plate, and a strong fragrance came along with the water vapor.

Fu Disheng took a deep breath, his eyes suddenly widened, as if every cell was about to revive.

This smell—it's really fragrant.

Fu Disheng bit his lip and almost groaned. He hurriedly looked at the middle-aged man and saw that the two reporters had finished taking pictures of another dish, and immediately said to the middle-aged man, "Asakura, that dish of yours. Don't move yet."

"Eh?"

Iwai Yuji and Kyogoku Nada swallowed their saliva and looked at Asakura in astonishment.

"Yes sir." Asakura tried his best to restrain himself, but finally did not make a rude move.

Fu Disheng picked up the knife and fork in his left and right hands, and cut the chicken thigh effortlessly, picked up some small pieces of chicken, dipped them in the sauce, and put them into his mouth, the delicious chicken quickly spread out in his mouth.

The chicken, which is tender on the outside and tender on the inside, is quickly transferred in the mouth with the rich gravy and delicious sauce under the light bite of the teeth. The fat infiltrated into the chicken also flowed out after cooking, and the fragrant taste hit Fu Disheng in the face like a heavy punch.

After shaking it from side to side twice, Fu Disheng regained consciousness.

"Master, are you alright?" Asakura immediately stepped forward and supported Fudisheng.

"No... It's fine. I'm sorry, I'm a little rude." Fu Disheng sat up straight and took a deep breath, but the rosy face still didn't dissipate.

"When I tried the chicken just now, I thought it was French Bresse chicken. The delicate and smooth texture, plus the chicken that was soaked in oil in the meaty gaps, made me have an illusion. But after careful consideration, However, it is slightly different from the French Bresse chicken. Although the meat quality of the chicken thighs is not bad, there is still some gap with the Bresse chicken." Fu Disheng nodded.

"I'm sorry, because the time is too tight, I can't use the Brass chicken..."

"No...this is fine." Fu Disheng waved his hands again and again, interrupting Yang Ming's words, "I prefer to use ordinary chicken to make exquisite dishes similar to the Bresse chicken. Chicken dishes - only by throwing out the influence of the ingredients, can you see the real cooking skills of a chef. Your cooking skills are indeed worth the price. Asakura, another cooking, also belongs to me. "

"Yes, sir~lightnovelpub.net~ Asakura glanced at a chicken chop and wild mushroom rice on the table, swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Yuji Iwai and Nada Kyogoku were stunned.

Tokyo Zihui Food Club is definitely one of the best foodie groups in Tokyo. As the founder, Fu Disheng has deep insights into cooking. It can make him full of praise, and at the same time have two identical dishes, which is enough to prove that Yang Ming's cuisine is excellent.

After Fu Disheng finished eating the two dishes, he leaned back on the seat with satisfaction, staring straight at Yang Ming.

"You can eat this dish for 800,000 yen... It's really not expensive." Fu Disheng let out a long sigh of relief, followed by a happy smile on his face.

"Thank you, you can like it." Yang Ming also smiled politely.

"Can you answer me a question?" Fu Disheng looked at Yang Ming curiously.

"You say."

"When are you going to open the store? I mean a restaurant in the true sense." Fu Disheng asked seriously.

"The real meaning?" Yang Ming rubbed his chin, frowning slightly.

Is it really your own restaurant to open a Yang Ming shop in the world of the spirit of eating halberds?

"Probably... Maybe another year?"

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