Chapter 1136: Tang Wei confrontation

Is this the soup that the restaurant owner of Mimi is ready to use? No one is watching it? Is it too casual?

"Yeah, I specially came to cheer the river fresh soup of the Sith restaurant. It is the first place in my mind, and it is irreplaceable."
"I heard that this boss is going to use a new dish to confront the Sith boss. It is really self-confidence."
"What fragrance is not there, is it boiled?"
Many onlookers heard the news of the showdown and came to see the lively. This will close the restaurant door. No one saw it. The doorway was driving a stove, and a jar of wine was cooked on the top. The people are also whispering and whispering the boring time before the start of the confrontation.
The restaurant's regular customers are quite calm, although no one has tasted the Buddha's jump wall yesterday, but the success of the prisoners in the prison next door has escaped the scent, and the scenes that led to the simultaneous appearance of the city owner, the lord, and the prison chief are still in the minds of everyone. The middle can't get around.
"Please let us let, the Sith restaurant is coming." At this moment, a bright carriage came, and the bald man shouted in the car, everyone separated, and the carriage stopped at the restaurant door.
Sith came out of the carriage and looked at the jar of wine standing at the door. Was it a meal that Meg intended to confront him? He was the first to see such a cooking container.
"Oh, it’s just to get some weird things to catch the eye." The bald-headed man sneered, and started to move the various kitchen utensils along with the guys. He quickly set up a very professional at the door of the Mimi restaurant. Cooktops, pots and pans, all kinds of knives, kitchen utensils are readily available.
"Right, this is like a professional chef, directly set up a jar to count here." Everyone looked at the operation of the people in the Sith restaurant, and was immediately brought up with interest.
Cooking is not a rare thing, but it is delicious, but it is a very doorway.
The same kitchen utensils, the same ingredients, and even the same steps, the food made by different people, has a completely different taste.
As the second place in the soup list, the Sith Restaurant is also a newcomer from a small restaurant to a chaotic city restaurant.
The delicious river fresh soup is famous, and it is really curious to know how it is made.
Sisi glanced at the closed restaurant door, took back his eyes, began to check whether the various kitchen utensils and spices were ready, and turned to look at the bald head of Han Dadao: "Is the ingredients ready?"
"I have already said hello, it should be on the way. The old Joseph has always been fishing in the cleanest waters outside the city, the best quality." The bald head nodded.
"Sith boss, you want the fish and shrimp I sent you." Just then, a voice came from the outside, everyone separated a road, a gray hair, the old man with sleeves carrying a wooden barrel When I came in and put the barrel on the ground, I was relieved.
There are half a bucket of clean and clear water in the barrel, and the river shrimp and small fish swim happily in the water, and there are more than a dozen flower beds underneath.
"Wow, this water is really clean, and these rivers are fresh and fresh."
"Is this just brought in from the river? Only the fresh river that has just been brought up is so energetic."

The Sith restaurant is really the freshest ingredients. It’s fresh and clean. It’s no wonder that every soup is so delicious.

People looked at it and couldn't help but praise it.
"Old Joseph, hard work." Sith looked at the river in the barrel, and his face was also showing a satisfied smile. The quality of the goods that Old Joseph sent was always the best, and this time is no exception.
The bald man gave the money to the old Joseph, and then carefully poured the fish and shrimp in the bucket into the prepared tub for use.
The stove was set up and the ingredients were ready. Sith looked at the time and was about ten minutes away from the agreed time.
"Oh, are you ready?" Robert walked in from the crowd and looked at all the prepared Sith. His eyes fell on the jar of wine standing at the door. He couldn't help but stunned. Mai boss sold it again. What is it?
"There are quite a lot of people. I don't know if you are afraid of losing?" Philippe had some difficulty squeezing in from the crowd, sorting out his clothes, and his face was somewhat unpleasant.
"The first and second battles in the soup list are really a look-ahead matchup." A middle-aged woman in a white mane coat came in and smiled.
"Yeah, I heard that Mr. McGonagall has a new work, but it is quite expected." Avis's father smiled and walked in and said hello to Robert.
"You are all seniors, let me this junior look very awkward, the boss of Sith does not say a word in advance, or how dare I get axe in front of the front of the seniors." A young man in a blue robe walked in with a smile.
"Wow, good luxury referee lineup!"

Gourmet Association President Mr. Robert, poison tongue food critic Mr. Philippe Peter, the chef Queen Candice who just returned from Luodu, former Reid roast suckling pig chef Avis, and... recently became a carnivorous Randy, the magazine's special columnist, is really invincible."
The onlookers looked at the five people who came one after another. They all showed amazement. I didn’t expect such a showdown. I was able to invite such a high-profile referee. It seems that the Sith boss really wants authority to identify this. The result of the matchup.
"It’s almost time, Mai’s boss hasn’t come out yet?
Robert looked at the watch, some doubts.
"It seems that the owner of this restaurant is a bit arrogant, the referee has arrived, he still can't come out." Candis looked at the closed restaurant door and smiled.
"jingle."
At this moment, the restaurant door opened outwards, and Meg, wearing a chef's suit, came out and looked at the inside and outside of the restaurant. The people eating the melons in the doorway were a little strange, and then they fell to the front of the restaurant. On the crowd, everyone smiled and said: "This is the judges of today."
"Yes, Mai boss, the judges have arrived, the duel time is coming, please give seats to the judges." Sith looked at McGonagall.
"Should." McGonagall smiled and looked at the bald head of Dahan, who was standing on the sidelines. "The waiters in my restaurant are weak girls, so there is a strong man who helped move the table and chairs."
"I?" The bald man was stunned and wanted to refute.
"Move it, the showdown is about to begin." Sith said.
"Yes." The bald man swallowed back when he reached the mouth, and greeted the two young men to put together several tables at the door and put the judges together.
The jury was seated.
Robert sat in the middle and looked at McGonagall and Sith. "The boss of Mai and the boss of Sith are all skilled chefs. Today, they use the soup to make a showdown. The five of us are judges and vote by way. If the winner is defeated, can the two sides have objections?"