Chapter 78 Cooking Level LV4
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De Yun Si Sao Di Seng
After several books in a row, Qin Luo's cooking level has improved rapidly.
"Congratulations to the host for increasing his culinary level to LV4 (Top Chef). The host's sense of taste and smell... has been greatly improved."
LV4?
Qin Luo put away the phone contentedly, then waved to the waiter behind him, and said, "Give me a glass of white water, and give me a pair of knives and forks."
White water?
The waiter was stunned.Immediately, he realized that the high school student in front of him wanted to decipher the formula like many famous chefs.
But how old is he?It seems that he is definitely not more than 20 years old, and it is impossible to think about it.
"Hold on."
"Damn, Qin Luo, you can't play for real, right?" Seeing the back of the waiter leaving, everyone was dumbfounded.
They thought that Qin Luo was just playing for fun, but they never expected that he was actually playing for real.
This is really to taste food!
"Have you ever seen me tell a lie?"
Thinking about it carefully, it seems that there really is not.
But this is different from doing the exams. You can rely on your talent and work hard to complete the leap from a scumbag to a top student in a short period of time.
But this is cooking, an art that pays attention to experience, no matter how talented you are, can you compare with those chefs who have been immersed in cooking for decades?
Even they haven't deciphered it, Qin Luo Qin Luo may be able to decipher it.
"Boss, if you really figure it out, I'll serve you tea every day."
"I'll pass you the cigarette..."
"I'll help you shine your shoes..."
"..."
"First, uh... little student, the knives and forks and white water you want."
Soon the waiter came over with a complete set of "equipment".
Originally, he wanted to call Mr. Qin, but looking at Qin Luo's immature face, he swallowed the words that came to his lips.
Classmates are classmates, why add a small one?
But with the generosity of the god of learning, Qin Luo still smiled and said "thank you"
"..." Everyone was speechless again.
"President Feng, what a coincidence, you guys are eating here too?"
Suddenly, a hearty voice came from behind the crowd, and they turned their heads to see Song Qiaodong and his party walking slowly over.
The people who should come didn't come, but the people who shouldn't come did, Feng Huadong's face became darker and darker.
"Hehe, what a coincidence." Feng Huadong sneered.
Listening to Feng Huadong's unkind tone, Song Qiaodong's expression remained the same, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
His eyes swept over everyone, and finally stopped on Qin Luo, to be precise, on the set of utensils in front of him.
White water, knives and forks, clean plates...
As a native of Yanjing who works in Central China, he naturally knows the meaning of this set of tools.
He wanted to taste Sixi meatballs!
Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Student, what is this?"
"It's what you think in your heart." Qin Luo responded coldly.
"Uh……"
Song Qiaodong felt his eyes go dark, and Qin Luo almost choked his breath...
Can't this guy speak well?
"can you speak?"
"Shut up if you can't speak!"
Seeing his teacher being bullied, the students behind Song Qiaodong rioted immediately.
You talk to each other, and you go straight to Qin Luo.
Regarding this, Qin Luo just smiled lightly and didn't care at all.
"Hmph, I really want to see what you are capable of." Waving his hand, Song Qiaodong snorted coldly, found a seat not far from Qin Luo and sat down, staring straight at him with a pair of eyes.
"Congratulations to the host for increasing his culinary level to LV4 (Top Chef). The host's sense of taste and smell... has been greatly improved."
LV4?
Qin Luo put away the phone contentedly, then waved to the waiter behind him, and said, "Give me a glass of white water, and give me a pair of knives and forks."
White water?
The waiter was stunned.Immediately, he realized that the high school student in front of him wanted to decipher the formula like many famous chefs.
But how old is he?It seems that he is definitely not more than 20 years old, and it is impossible to think about it.
"Hold on."
"Damn, Qin Luo, you can't play for real, right?" Seeing the back of the waiter leaving, everyone was dumbfounded.
They thought that Qin Luo was just playing for fun, but they never expected that he was actually playing for real.
This is really to taste food!
"Have you ever seen me tell a lie?"
Thinking about it carefully, it seems that there really is not.
But this is different from doing the exams. You can rely on your talent and work hard to complete the leap from a scumbag to a top student in a short period of time.
But this is cooking, an art that pays attention to experience, no matter how talented you are, can you compare with those chefs who have been immersed in cooking for decades?
Even they haven't deciphered it, Qin Luo Qin Luo may be able to decipher it.
"Boss, if you really figure it out, I'll serve you tea every day."
"I'll pass you the cigarette..."
"I'll help you shine your shoes..."
"..."
"First, uh... little student, the knives and forks and white water you want."
Soon the waiter came over with a complete set of "equipment".
Originally, he wanted to call Mr. Qin, but looking at Qin Luo's immature face, he swallowed the words that came to his lips.
Classmates are classmates, why add a small one?
But with the generosity of the god of learning, Qin Luo still smiled and said "thank you"
"..." Everyone was speechless again.
"President Feng, what a coincidence, you guys are eating here too?"
Suddenly, a hearty voice came from behind the crowd, and they turned their heads to see Song Qiaodong and his party walking slowly over.
The people who should come didn't come, but the people who shouldn't come did, Feng Huadong's face became darker and darker.
"Hehe, what a coincidence." Feng Huadong sneered.
Listening to Feng Huadong's unkind tone, Song Qiaodong's expression remained the same, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
His eyes swept over everyone, and finally stopped on Qin Luo, to be precise, on the set of utensils in front of him.
White water, knives and forks, clean plates...
As a native of Yanjing who works in Central China, he naturally knows the meaning of this set of tools.
He wanted to taste Sixi meatballs!
Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Student, what is this?"
"It's what you think in your heart." Qin Luo responded coldly.
"Uh……"
Song Qiaodong felt his eyes go dark, and Qin Luo almost choked his breath...
Can't this guy speak well?
"can you speak?"
"Shut up if you can't speak!"
Seeing his teacher being bullied, the students behind Song Qiaodong rioted immediately.
You talk to each other, and you go straight to Qin Luo.
Regarding this, Qin Luo just smiled lightly and didn't care at all.
"Hmph, I really want to see what you are capable of." Waving his hand, Song Qiaodong snorted coldly, found a seat not far from Qin Luo and sat down, staring straight at him with a pair of eyes.
