In the comment section, the discussion was in full swing.

Open the lock 18 times a year, the hospital delivery room performance king: Damn! Is this price correct? [Shock]

Pure old man who loves to pull radish: It must be right. [Picking the nose]

Haven't you seen the price written in Chinese?

No Arabic numerals are used, so there is no case of more than a few zeros. [Funny]

Pig riding my waist violently charges: This is not a gold medal box in Tianzi? This is simply a private box made of pure gold!

When you dig piles and open wells in rural areas, you don’t need money if you don’t get out of water: I want to see which sucker will spend this in vain.

This price can be as good as the down payment for first-tier houses!

Putting the fourth and fifth lines below, the whole house is more than enough.

Daxiang loves to eat [Big v]: Mingyue Tower is awesome [Bad Sound] I don’t know if there is any chance to meet the chef [Shy] [Expected]

African idol trainee, purity of two and a half years: Damn it! I was alive, grab it and stew the soup, and quickly start the pot and cook oil downstairs.

A 1982-year-old flower in the motherland: Does Qingxiang know Mingyue Tower? Let me tell you in detail.

:1

:2

:10086

Mingyuelou official @杰六六: You can come over at that time. [Laughing]

:Damn! What is the card face?

: My Brother Nan is the card!

:999,6 turned over!

In the lobby of a villa.

There are two large tables placed.

A table was filled with fish corpses.

Another table was also filled with fish corpses.

There is a plastic bucket next to it.

It contains fish bones.

But there are only a handful of complete ones.

I saw Mingyuelou’s invitation message.

Qi Xiang looked excited, clenched his fists, wishing he could jump three feet high on the spot.

"Very good!"

I recall the elegant, noble, high-end and luxurious ancient buildings in my mind.

Especially the masters who have top cooking skills in it.

I feel extremely excited!

He was very aware of the strictness of Master Ye.

He once relied on his ancestors to learn from his disciples.

Although in the end, he was expelled from the sect for some reason.

But I can be considered half of Old Ye’s disciple.

I think I know Mr. Ye’s personality very well.

Very rigid.

As long as he thinks it doesn't work, you can't even pull back your nine-headed plane.

Daxiang was also lucky to follow Mr. Ye.

I went to review the boss who applied for the chef of the Tianzi Gold Medal Private Room.

Of course.

He is only responsible for eating, drinking and shouting 666.

Those challengers have superb and advanced cooking skills.

The dishes are perfect and taste very delicious.

At least in Daxiang's opinion.

There should be no problem with his cooking skills.

But in front of Mr. Ye’s ruthless iron tongue.

The disadvantages of food will be instantly magnified by a hundred times and there will be no way to hide.

Mr. Ye will accurately point out mistakes.

Then he humiliated without any mercy.

The general meaning: That’s it? You dare to apply for the job even if you are? Get out!

This naturally makes those challengers feel ashamed.

all in all.

Want to become the gold medal chef of Tianzi in Mingyuelou.

Prerequisites: Cooking skills are better than Mr. Ye.

This one.

The chef was blocked by 99.9%.

Second.

Your food.

It must be so delicious that even Old Ye's iron tongue cannot be picky.

Two conditions.

It's simply hell difficulty!

Ordinary people can't achieve it at all!

Such harsh and unscrupulous conditions.

No wonder the door of the Mingyue Tower Tianzi Gold Medal Box has been blocked for so long.

The bigwigs in the industry couldn't help but complain in secret.

It is probably only that old Mr. Ye Zhengqing.

That is, Ye Minglong's grandfather was resurrected or reincarnated.

Only then can it pass Mr. Ye’s review.

"I don't know who that boss is?"

Qi Xiang scratched his hair and screamed: "Ahhhh... Damn it! I'm so curious that I wish I could meet him now."

Qi Xiang sighed and looked at the failed items on the table: "I don't have the time to practice."

Say that's it.

I thought of Shen Yi's face and his superb cooking skills in my mind.

And the cooking competition that I promised to have with Shen Yi.

Daxiang took a deep breath and picked up the bone-clearing knife again.

"Absolutely successful!"

"I just don't know what will happen to Mingyuelou's gold medal in Tianzi compared to Manager Shen?"

"Okay, I can't be decadent anymore!"

"My cooking skills must at least catch up with Manager Chen's footsteps!"

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"Xiao Qingyang, you are a slutty guy, who told you to make a decision without authorization!"

Ye Minglong clenched his cell phone.

Looking at the microphone, there was a beautiful national treasure output, mixed with several silenced telegrams.

"Hehe, Mr. Ye, you lychee point."

"Lychee? Do you eat oil cakes? What lychee should I take?"
To be continued...