If Chef Mark was from Korea, he would have said: Asiba is a Smida!

If he is from Japan, he will say: It’s Mada Baga!

But he is a Frenchman, so he can only say: Damn! (Zut!)

"Chef Mark?"

Hercules was a little surprised. He saw the chef's face changing little by little.

Following each other's sight, I found that Chef Mark was watching the two girls brought by Li Bai. Could it be that they were attracted by the charm of these two oriental ladies like me?

Until now, this "Hercules" has not been able to figure out how his original memory was lost. Now it can only be attributed to these two Eastern women, like banshees, with special charm, just like the legendary succubus.

In Greek mythology, Hercules is also a raking ear that cannot walk when she sees a beautiful woman (wife Guanyan). She was fooled by her girl (Wenfale) and put on women's clothing and became a big shot in women's clothing. From then on, she embarked on the road of no return.

Hercules Enzo Camillo was afraid that he would retake the old path of Hercules, and that would be dead.

"Mr. Hercules, please wait a moment."

Chef Mark waved his hand to the employer seriously, took out his cell phone, and slashed it hard, and finally the screen of the cell phone was finally frozen.

His eyes turned back and forth on the mobile phone screen and the face of the Qingyao demon girl, took a deep breath of air conditioning, and said, "That's right, it's you! Madam, please allow me, Mark René Lebrey, to greet you!"

The chef looked serious and earnest, with a passionate tone.

"Mark, do you know each other?"

Hercules was confused and confused. He broke his head and couldn't figure out what was going on between the chef and the lady brought by Li Bai.

Chef Mark said with a heroic tone that although there were thousands of people, I was gone: "Sorry! Lord Hercules, for the sake of the reputation of the chef, I have to do some things."

Then he stared at the Qingyao Demonic and said word by word: "In the name of French cuisine, I, Mark René Lebré, will never give up!"

A horrific tragedy in the French Paris chef circle seems to be still vivid in my mind.

Since French feasts are famous all over the world, they have never suffered such a crushing defeat. The catering industry in half a street is almost impossible to open on that day. Not only did it shock the bosses of all sizes, but it also scared the Paris Food Association. Where did this come from? Are you going to cause trouble?

Now I meet the real master again on Bahrain Island in the Arabian Peninsula. For the reputation of the French feast, Chef Mark made up his mind to fight to the death!

Actually, it’s right to think about it. By the high-income class with an annual income of hundreds of thousands of euros, it’s not just about work, but also about feelings. In addition to the long history of tradition, these chefs are more and more vigorous in each of them.

Western cuisine represents the French people who are so stunning. In addition to China, the 108 dishes in the Manchu and Han banquet were already on high. In the other eight major cuisines, there are many people who are not disciples, and it is not a false sense.

There was a foreigner who didn't believe in this evil and prepared a meal and a delicacy throughout the Shuchuan Basin. Now... I'm sorry, I've plunged into the main urban area of ​​the provincial capital. I haven't been able to come out yet. I guess I'll have to wait another two years before I can check out the urban and suburban junction.

The witch Qingyao looked confused. What was this foreigner talking about?

She could only understand English and a small amount of Japanese, but she didn't understand other languages ​​at all. The chef's proud Paris accent throughout the whole process was completely speaking with chickens and ducks.

"Mr. Hercules, I'm very sorry. Today is related to the reputation of our French chefs. Please forgive me for my own decision this time."

Chef Mark then bowed deeply to Hercules solemnly.

"Oh, oh, please give me a gift!"

Hercules was confused and had no idea about the grudge between the French chef circle and the Qingyao witch.

Chef Mark then turned around and struted away.

The next second, when he returned to the kitchen, he immediately transformed into the demon chef, waved his arms and roared.

"Everything is done for me, and all the ingredients are brought out. Side dishes and side dishes are served one hundred people first, prepare the plates, all the plates, and the stove is lit. I want all the stoves, the first dish, French soup, four barrels, and I will ask the next door if there is still a roast camel, and take them all. Today, our kitchen only receives the King's Hall. Ladies and gentlemen, this is a war, we can't lose!"

“…”

The people who made lotus, washed dishes, and side dishes, all of them were stunned and confused at first, and then, under the urging of Chef Mark, they immediately became busy.

OK, you're happy, man!

The sturdy hard dishes started to serve, each serving was a huge portion.

Although Chef Mark's condition was a little wrong, the dish he delivered at this moment made Hercules quite satisfied. It was no longer as awkward as one bite, and at least he could beat twice more.

On the table in front of him, large white porcelain plates began to stack.

As a contemporary "Hercules", Hercules' appetite is also quite amazing.

Perhaps it was because of the extraordinary skill of Chef Mark's team today that she performed extremely well. Hercules had a great appetite and didn't care about Li Bai and the others. She ate nearly 45 servings of food in one go. Finally, she touched her full belly and picked up the last dessert, a large plate of cream cakes, and prepared to make the Darjeeling black tea the last slip.

But as soon as he picked up the cream cake, he saw that the restaurant service staff did not stop serving the dishes across the long table.

"Good appetite, sir, ladies, even though I have eaten open, I treat you. When I have finished eating, I will tell you the story of those Sumerian clay tablets."

Hercules, who had already eaten and drank, raised his black tea cup and signaled. He originally planned to eat and chat while chatting, and talked happily about the Sumerian clay tablets and prehistoric heroes, but was interrupted by Chef Mark's unexpected explosion. The dishes were delivered like running water. It was impossible not to eat them quickly. In a short while, the tabletop would be filled.

The restaurant manager who had been with him whispered: "Sir, they have used almost two hundred servings of food!"

"What?"

Hercules was stunned.

Two hundred people? There are only three people on the other side, wouldn’t it be almost seventy per person?

"It's okay, Hercules, you say, let's listen!"

Li Bai slowly pulled the Tomahawk steak, which was no longer French food.

The kitchen dedicated to the King's Hall has been completely messed up. As long as it is ingredients, it will be processed according to the French plan and you will dare to send it here.

The Qingyao Demon Girl doesn’t care about French food or French food, just eat it.

-
Chapter completed!