Seeing Li Bai handing the rare Mangshan soldering iron head to others, Zhao Ziwu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, the snake's life was left behind.

The snake king is not really important, the species itself is important.

If you raise and cultivate it well, you might be able to reproduce more Mangshan iron heads, allowing this endangered snake to escape from the dangerous situation where the ethnic group is about to die.

As for where the snake on the hand of the little demon Hong Li went, Zhao Ziwu didn't want to ask.

Being in the same circle with these strange people, being curious babies is not only annoying, but often exhausted by their own extra curiosity. There are too many things in this world that I don’t know. If you have this leisure time, it’s better to read more questions about quantum physics.

"Li Bai, have you eaten? If you don't dislike me, please draw talismans with me."

Zhao Ziwu felt that he would keep Li Bai by his side. Feng Hu, who had a dissatisfaction with his horoscope, would probably not be blind and would feel more at ease.

"Before you finish eating, you can do it first!"

Li Bai waved his hand, but he didn't even look at Feng Hu who was lying on the ground, and turned around and returned to the restaurant.

When I returned to the restaurant, I saw the waiter who collected the meal trays standing in front of him, staring at the table and was stunned.

Just before, when Li Bai left his seat, he dipped his fingers in the soup and left a few words. When the service staff who was doing the cleaning work was about to take away his tableware, he happened to see these words.

"The food is not cooked, wait for me to get back!"

Not only Chinese, but also English.

When Li Bai came back from the second-year high school after beating him, the food on the plate was cold all the time. He was reluctant to throw it away and prepared to take it back to the kitchen and return it to the pot, and thoroughly cook the half-baked ones.

When the service staff was about to go back to the kitchen to discuss with the chef, Li Bai happened to come back.

"Don't move first, borrow the kitchen!"

Li Bai finally called the stunned service staff back to his soul.

The service staff asked tentatively, "Uh, that, isn't the food delicious?"

Li Bai said frankly: "Apart from not being able to kill people, there are basically no advantages."

Fortunately, I don’t have a free lunch for lunch, otherwise I would have to be smashed to open a restaurant.

"ah?"

The service staff were a little stunned by this evaluation.

"Borrow the kitchen first!"

Li Bai picked up the plate he had not finished and walked straight to the kitchen.

"Hey, wait! Wait!"

The service staff chased after him.

The entire Boy Scout camp was rented out, including the restaurant and equipment inside, and also provided a lot of cheap materials such as food, rice, oil and salt.

Except for the preparations and wizards of the action teams from China, the logistics work of the camp was basically handed over to local Chinese contracts. Zhao Ziwu and others, who were responsible for the rental and other arrangements, did not expect that they did well in other aspects, but the restaurant was entrusted to them.

Although the chef has a black hair, black eyes and yellow skin, it is no different from the Chinese people from the local area. He has not even thrown away Chinese. He is quite speaking and there is no obstacle to communication. But in the end, he is still a three-generation Chinese who is influenced by Canadian localization. He frys steak, sausage and eggs, roasts bread, cooks pasta, and mixes salads and other Western foods. The only Chinese local food that he is good at is probably the only fried rice!

Fry half a liang of lard and a pound of leftover dried rice for two minutes, stir-fry a piece of chopped egg flowers and throw a handful of chopped green onion before leaving the pot, stir in a pot four or five times, and work together!

Any technical content is available? As long as you can take a look at it, you can learn it.

But with so many people in the camp, it is impossible for them to eat fried rice every meal. They can't get used to Western food. The chef who booked the restaurant business had to bite the bullet and learn and sell it on the spot while Google menus. His skills were not up to date and his skills were not proficient, so the food he made could be imagined.

Fortunately, all the people who came have a good temper and really couldn't eat it. They made a bowl of noodles or opened a can, otherwise the entire restaurant might have been dismantled on the spot.

Li Bai came to the kitchen with a dining plate and saw a chef wearing white clothes and a white hat, looking like a white impermanent, standing next to the stove, scratching his head.

Hearing the footsteps, the chef with a big face and a thick neck turned his head and said in confusion: "Is there anything wrong?"

"Borrow it in the kitchen and use it, and get the pot back!"

Li Bai signaled the dining plate in his hand.

"Use the microwave! The pot is broken!"

The chef didn't mind. He pointed to the microwave in the corner of the kitchen, probably knowing what kind of Chinese cuisine he forced to make was.

"The pot is broken? Let me see."

If you can use a pot, Li Bai will never use a microwave.

Although the microwave is quick and convenient to cook, the food is always difficult to taste due to the lack of repeated stir-frying process, and it lacks the sense of taste and is always not as fast as the big pot.

The pot is broken, this is quite a new thing.

Not all pots in any house are combined with water and fire. After years of use, the quality requirements are extremely high, but it is not easy to break if it is broken.

A good pot can even become a family heirloom, and it will not be a problem to use it for hundreds of years. The whole pot is covered with slurry under the smoke of oil, shining and shining. The dishes made are full of fireworks and are particularly authentic.

"You can't fry it anymore, it's because the coating is broken, and it will become sticky when it frys!"

The chef pointed at the big pot in front of him, and it looked like a 24-inch diameter double-eared pot.

No wonder the fried ones are either battered or raw. Once the coating of the non-stick pan is finished, it will be a disaster.

"Is it a non-stick pan? This is the life span!"

Li Bai put the plate next to it, reached into the bottom of the pot, scratched it with his nails, and brought some black debris on it.

The coating inside the pot is mottled, and it seems to be very damaged.

When I looked at the steel spoon next to me, the truth was immediately revealed.

"You didn't use a bamboo and wood spoon or silicone shovel?"

Li Bai's words made the chef's face flushed. He was careless for a moment and forgot to shovel the pot. When the big spoon was squirting in the pot, when he realized it, it was too late.

This is unprofessional!

It would be strange if you just want to make money but don’t have the ability to do so.

"I forgot, I forgot, I was busy cooking, and accidentally..."

The chef stammered his lips and still couldn't hide his embarrassment.

Li Bai grabbed the ear of the pot with one hand and lifted it up directly. He shot the bottom of the pot with one finger, making a loud noise.

Although it is a non-stick pan, it is a cooked iron pan base, at least it is still helpful.

"Help me get the wicket!"

"Hey? Why do you need a steel wiping ball? You can't use steel wiping balls in this pot!"

The half-satisfied chef was confused and could not understand Li Bai's purpose.

Li Bai said confidently: "I will die and then live, and smooth the non-stick coating."

What non-stick coating is needed for non-stick coating? The old-fashioned chef does not have non-stick coating and will not cook any more?
Chapter completed!