The original article said: "Everyone, what are you thinking about? The food has just arrived. You all taste it, taste it carefully, and tell us how it tastes."

Anyway, he doesn't eat it himself.

Although iron fish is a good thing, the taste is really terrible.

A group of people looked in despair: "Brother Ninth, you can't do this."

But no matter what these people said, they couldn't move Yuan Zai's heart. The dish was placed on a silver plate with an equally shiny silver lid.

The puppet boy opened the silver lid, and an inexplicable fragrance came out.

There are dragon and phoenix patterns carved out of vegetables, and a pile of golden fried pork slices in the middle.

Several people poked their heads around and looked at the fried meat slices suspiciously. No one dared to take off their chopsticks. After all, whoever eats the iron fish knows the taste of it.

But: "Is this an iron fish? It looks pretty good."

"It's not like that again. The dish made by the talented chef last time was also very beautiful, but the taste..."

Of course, this is not the first time that iron fish has been cooked into beautiful dishes. Even the most beautiful dishes have been made many times before, but the taste is still indescribable.

Yuan Zai swallowed. He was not greedy, but a little nauseous. Looking at this thing made him feel physically nauseous.

After all, no matter how genius Xiu Eleven is, it only takes more than an hour to reach this point. He has asked a group of people to study for more than ten years but they still haven't come up with any results. Can Xiu Eleven be able to get it done in more than an hour?

He didn't believe it.

He didn’t know how developed the modern gourmet industry was, and that the gourmet industry in flower-growing countries could be said to be leading the trend in the world, and what they were best at was making all edible things delicious, even if many of the ingredients were poisonous.

No exception.

Not to mention iron fish meat, just a piece of tree leaves and grass roots, as long as it is not very toxic, can be transformed into delicious food in minutes.

A group of people surrounded the iron fish, and no one dared to take out their chopsticks.

Yuan Shanhai was the most loyal to Yuan Zai. Looking at this thing, he felt bitter in his stomach, but he still said firmly: "I smell this, it smells good, it feels quite reliable, the things they made before

It only looks good but smells bad."

"It looks and smells good this time, but..."

Originally published, "Haha, what do you want to say."

"No, it's nothing. I, I'll do it first out of respect. Brother Shanhai, let's do it together."

Yuan Shanhai: "Okay, let's go together."

The two of them picked up a small piece with chopsticks. They picked the lightest piece, the size of a peach blossom. They picked it up carefully, looked at each other, and quickly put the fish fillet into their mouths with the determination of a strong man breaking his wrist. They closed their eyes.

Once swallowed, the fish went down.

Several people around raised their heads and asked, "How is it?"

The man vomited, which was a physiological reaction.

The others quickly took a step back for fear of being overtaken by the fishy smell.

They have a good relationship with Yuan Zai. They have been tormenting Yuan Zai a lot over the years, and they are all afraid of it. They are really disgusted with the smell.

Yuan Shanhai looked at the other person with a strange look in his eyes: "What do you feel?"

The man thought for a moment, then smacked his lips: "No."

Hey, I don’t seem to feel anything. Did I swallow too fast?

A slightly spicy, fragrant and fresh taste in the mouth.
Chapter completed!