Ding Peng's main purpose is to complete system tasks and has no requirements for diners.

Even if a foreigner comes, he will do it as long as he can afford money. On the contrary, even if you are an acquaintance, as long as you don’t follow my rules, I’m sorry, you will do whatever you should do and I won’t serve you.

Chen Ming made this taboo. He felt that he was a judge of the 15th Golden Spoon Chef Competition and was relatively familiar with Ding Peng, so he ran over to have a relationship. As a result, Ding Peng didn't take this set at all and asked him to queue up.

This made Chen Ming hummed in anger, and he was depressed for a long time when he finally returned to the car.

"Okay, if you want to eat the food he cooks, I suggest coming over when there are fewer people. Now they really don't have time to entertain you, so don't make things boring." Xiao Youcheng said.

Hong Jinpeng said: "When will there be fewer people?"

Xiao Youcheng shook his head. To be honest, he didn't know that there were very few people yesterday, but yesterday had passed and he couldn't start over.

"It depends on luck."

“…”

Hong Jinpeng and Chen Ming were speechless. This was the first time they had to rely on luck for dinner.

"Let's go. Since I'm here in Dongling, I'll be here. Please invite you to Qiaofu Villa opposite. Although their food is not as good as Ding Peng's cooking, it can fill your stomach."

Seeing Xiao Youcheng say this, Hong Jinpeng and others had to agree in the end.

The car turned around at the intersection in front, then came to the parking lot of Qiaofu Villa and parked, and several people got out of the car and entered the hotel.

Feng Tianbao was watching from the window. He saw someone going down from the car and asked, then got in and left. He remembered Chen Ming.

At this time, when Chen Ming and his group came, he met him in person.

"How many, what should I eat?"

Chen Ming and Hong Jinpeng were not energetic at all and could not eat the food Ding Peng cooked. They felt that they were no longer interested in eating, so they didn't answer at all.

Xiao Youcheng smiled and said, "Find us a place by the window."

There was a table right next to the window. He gave up several people, then took the menu and handed it to Xiao Youcheng, saying, "This is the menu. I want to eat something for the kitchen. I will make it immediately."

Xiao Youcheng was the host, and he had to take care of Chen Ming and Hong Jinpeng, and these people had a very savvy taste, so he pushed the menu over and asked them to order it.

Hong Jinpeng was not polite either. He took the menu and looked at it, then closed it again with a snap, sighed, and said, "It's all messy things, and I don't have much appetite."

Chen Ming took the menu over and took a look. He closed it and threw it in the middle of the table, saying, "I don't want to eat it when I see these pictures."

The other two judges in the competition also picked up the menu and flipped it over, and threw them all on the table, one by one, dejected.

Feng Tianbao looked around and wondered, saying, "Several people, these are all our hotel's specialties and will never disappoint you."

Hong Jinpeng raised his eyelids and glanced at Feng Tianbao, and said angrily: "Let's get a peony fish fillet."

Feng Tianbao: "..."

This guy was stunned with a menu, and after a long time, he smiled and said, "Peony fish fillets? Old man, is there this dish? Why haven't I heard of it?"

Chen Ming broke out. He was holding his anger and said, "You don't even have peony fish fillets, so why do you still open a hotel?"

Feng Tianbao again: "..."

"Old man, no one stipulates that people who open a hotel must have the peony fish fillet. We have our own special dishes, such as chopped pepper fish head, steamed thorn, braised pork, and braised elbow. These are all good dishes."

This guy was so depressed. If Xiao Youcheng and his people were not old, he would have thought that a few of them were here to make trouble.

Finally, Xiao Youcheng made the decision and said, "Okay, let's just add the dishes you mentioned. In addition, I'll give us a plate of autumn soldiers on the battlefield."

Feng Tianbao's third time: "..."

He blinked his eyes and said, "Old man, what is the autumn soldiers on the battlefield?"

Chen Ming looked up at Feng Tianbao, waved his hand and drove the person away, saying, "Okay, okay, just serve the dishes just now. What kind of hotel is there, nothing."

Feng Tianbao was about to vomit blood, and he thought to himself that there was a menu in front of you. We all had it on the menu. You guys will be served with peony fish fillets and autumn clothes on the battlefield. I have never heard of it. Are you all good at ordering and eating well? Why do you have to be difficult for others?

He could also see that these old men were not like ordinary people. Although they were not young, they were full of energy, so they did not dare to offend them. They took the menu to the kitchen and arranged it.

"Lao Meng, have you heard of the peony fish fillet?" Feng Tianbao came to the kitchen and handed the menu to the chef elder Lao Meng, asking

Lao Meng was stunned and smiled and said, "Manager Feng, why did you think of this dish? I have heard of peony fish fillets. It is a non-spicy Sichuan dish that has been lost. However, few people can do it now. That dish has very high requirements for cooking. It not only requires good knife skills, but also control over the heat to reach the point where the fire can be stored in the fire."

"You can't?"

Lao Meng smiled bitterly and said, "I really can't do it. Besides, I have never seen anyone cook it. Why do you think of asking about this dish?"

Feng Tianbao pointed outside and said, "A few old men came and asked me if there is any dish in the store. I have never heard of it. OK, you can make these dishes. I think those old men are not ordinary. You have to take these dishes yourself."

After the arrangement, Feng Tianbao was about to leave. Suddenly he thought of something again, stopped and turned his head and asked, "By the way, can you do the autumn spot soldiers on the battlefield?"

Lao Meng shook his head and said, "No, I haven't heard of it before. Is there any such dish?"

Feng Tianbao waved his hand impatiently and said, "Forget it, you can do it."

After coming out of the kitchen, Feng Tianbao muttered, "What are you doing? Why can't you do anything?"

Soon, the dishes ordered by Xiao Youcheng and several others came on. To be honest, they were not very exquisite, and they could only be slightly better than ordinary places.

Hong Jinpeng picked up a little braised pork and tasted it, then frowned and swallowed it, and looked at Feng Tianbao next to him.

This guy was afraid that a few old men would mess around again, so he kept standing beside him and didn't leave. When he saw an old man looking at him, Feng Tianbao quickly bent down and smiled, "Old man, what are the instructions?"

Hong Jinpeng said: "Can you call the chef who makes this dish for me?"

Feng Tianbao didn't know what the old man was going to do, but he hurriedly called Lao Meng over.

"It's him." Feng Tianbao introduced.

Hong Jinpeng glanced at Lao Meng, pointed to the braised pork and said, "Did you make this braised pork?"

Lao Meng wiped his hands and smiled, "Old man, I did it, how about it? Is it still suitable for my appetite?"

Hong Jinpeng said: "Why do you put so much salt on braised pork?"

"I......"

"When coloring, do you put the dark soy sauce first and the rock candy at the end?"

“…”

Lao Meng looked at the old man who scolded him in a daze, thinking that he had encountered a ghost, how could he know what I did?

Feng Tianbao was also confused and thought to himself that these old men are amazing enough. You can know how the dishes are made by taking a bite. Could it be that they really came to ruin the situation?

But it makes no sense. Who will send the old man to another place to smash someone else's situation?

"Old man, what's going on?" Feng Tianbao asked with a polite smile.

Hong Jinpeng put down his chopsticks and said, "Your food... is really uneasy. Forget it, Lao Xiao, go to your house and ask the girl to cook two dishes for us. What she cooks is better than the food here."

Xiao Yousheng saw that several old guys stood up and wanted to leave. He smiled and paid the money for the meal, then came to the window and looked at the opposite side, muttering and walking out.

"Hey, it seems that I will be queuing up early tomorrow."

After waiting for a few old men to leave, Feng Tianbao was still standing stupidly.

After he came to his senses, he hurried to the window to look at the opposite side, and found that the team on the opposite side was longer, and the teams on both sides were very long. There were more than 200 people waiting, and about 100 people holding plates for meals. The number of diners was greater than that of their hotels.

"What the hell are you doing?"

The guy cursed angrily, then turned around and went downstairs, and walked directly to Ding Peng's big hotel.
Chapter completed!