Chapter 357: End of the chef

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"Mr. John Doyle, that bowl should have tasted just now, try this one." Guo said badly, and gave John Doyle another bowl, and John Doyle nodded with a touch of gratitude. No taste just now, does this bowl have taste?
But as soon as the first spoon of the second bowl was put in his mouth, John Doyle stood up sharply. This is the best chef in the United States three years ago, and he has been happy for three years. He has been paralyzed with alcohol. The chef laughed.
"You have a sense of taste, then let's taste this bowl of soup slowly." Guo Bad nodded gently to John Doyle, who slowly sat in position with an expression of unbelievable expression again If you can recover the taste from the soup bowl, although John Doyle will not be able to return to the cooking style of the year, it is definitely no problem to find a good hotel to be a chef.
Eight judges, plus Pearce, Pircadero, all the people on the stage are full of expressions. This is the last dish of this chef. Several judges have just filled up the Buddha's jumping wall. Now they are really full. As Guo said badly, he regretted it.
"Little brother, I see that you have a little left in this dish. We might as well let us taste it. Our chef has been really hungry for so long. We also want to know your strength. We really have no money. If you win Dou Chu, I ’m afraid their wives have lost all of them.
Chen Long said softly, Guo badly nodded and took out a few cups from the house. Dou Chu was an opponent. Dou Chu The end is friends.
"Everyone has a drink. Don't ask me for more after drinking. The rest should be enough to fill our stomachs." Guo Bad said with a smile. Although everyone didn't know where Guo Bad came from, but I didn't even ask, six people went to the meeting around the remaining Yaochi, gave each other a bit, and started eating.
"Grandpa said it well. The food in the world is out of Huaxia. I think I really should go back." Xiao Long took a mouthful of food, said with tears in his eyes, and then drank a drink, his body trembled immediately. "This dish, No, this wine. "Chen Long shook his head fiercely, after all, he could no longer say a word.
"Chef Michelin star, haha, it's so funny. Some of us have been fighting for such a name for so long. Our cooking skills are far worse than Mr. Guo Bad." Mark shook his head and said Several other people have already known that Nangong is good and Guo bad, and nodded one after another.
"Several chefs, you are the chefs. Our judges have not judged the winner. You can't eat everything." Watson stood up after drinking the first bowl of soup Guo Guo gave him. Said that the judges nodded.
"If you want to eat, take it. Why do you come up with such a reason, there is no food and wine, you eat it for nothing." Xiao Long said with a laugh, lost, yes, this time, lost, convinced oral.
"Mr. Nangong Hao, I, Pircadero, apologize to you for my ignorance and unreasonableness. I hope that I will have the opportunity to go to Huaxia and taste the deliciousness you made." Cardello said, and walked straight down the judges. "I'm just a tailor. The chef Huaxia is right." People who didn't know what had happened had laughed again.
"Several people, can you tell me the results of the last fighting chef, I do n’t think you need to say it. Although the Buddha jumping off the wall is delicious, the last Yaochi meeting can no longer be described as delicious, it It reminded me of my first love, thought of my mother, thought of my child, reminded me of all the beautiful things. "Pearce said with a smile, the judges have returned to peace and nodded.
"The chef is over, then I have to announce the results. The first Chinese Nangong is good against Anthony, the Nangong is better than the second, the second Nangong is better than Mark, the Nangong is better, and the third Nangong is better than Marco, Nangong. To win, Nangong was good against Hillai in the fourth game, Nangong was good to win, and in the last game, Nangong was good to Beaulieu, Jack Long, Nangong to win. "Pearce's voice got louder and louder, and the audience followed. Up.
"Drunkard, you pressed the thirty thousand Chinese chef who won. You, three million dollars, you can pay back the money owed to Hunter, drunkard, you have to invite us to drink today." A group of people gathered around the pressure just now The drunkard who had Guo bad thirty thousand said loudly, the drunkard had no idea at all, this time he won by betting himself, he already wanted to fight suicide after a good fight, but he did not expect to win.
"Togo, win, the chef of the five-to-zero Hilton Hotel in Las Vegas, the United States, my 10,000 oceans have become one million. Oh my god, Togo, how do you know he will win "Ah." A young man in the sophomore class in Wucheng High School asked loudly around Qianduo.
"Following Togo, you do n’t need to ask if you eat or drink. The Las Vegas casino business is processing very quickly. It is estimated that your money has arrived recently. Then I will have a good meal." Qian Duoduo said with a smile. Guo Guo did n’t tell Qianduo before going to the United States, but Qianduo still knew through video that Nangong is good. From the time he knew Dou Chu, he called the doctor's office to know that Guo was not there, and he already guessed that Nangong was good. It is very likely that Guo was bad, otherwise how could Nangong Ling Mo be so close to this Nangong.
"Lao Tzu is a genius, and Brother Yuan and Dazhu haven't said it, not to mention that Lao Tzu also knows that person is a bad brother, haha." Qian Duoduo watched his classmates walk out of the bedroom and couldn't help saying.
The fighting chef is over, but today ’s things are not over, or that today ’s good show has just begun. Mr. Qi from the Las Vegas Grand Casino has also arrived at the Hilton Hotel. The people in the lobby did not leave, eat and drink, etc. As a result, nothing seemed to happen, but in a small conference room at Hilton, several people sat on the sand and no one spoke.
"Tim, this is your place, let's talk about it first. Why would anyone show up with a gun and the target turned out to be Mr. Nangong. Did you have any festivals before?" Mrs. Susan said with a smile. It cost a thousand today Ten thousand dollars, but how do you think the ten million spent today is too worthy to be able to eat so delicious, the money is nothing to Mrs. Susan.
Why is a woman over half a year old appearing in this small meeting room of big brothers, because Mrs. Susan's husband is the head of the American underground, Field, although many fields in Field have now turned from black to white, but who And dare to despise such a family, and one more thing, Susan's son, Little Field, is now one of the strong candidates for the governor of California.
"Mrs. Susan, it is really my fault that the gunman appeared in the Hilton Hotel. I am willing to pay one billion US dollars to compensate Mr. Nangong Hao, but who got the gunman, I think I have to ask Mr. Qi." Tim Hilton whispered softly Said that he directly threw this big trouble to Mr. Qi of the Las Vegas Grand Casino.