Two large tables were vacant on the scene, one filled with Robutt's dishes, and the other was Nie Zheng's jar.

First of all, Robut opened all the lids and exposed the exquisite dishes inside.

Colorful and diverse in colors.

The fragrance overflowed and drifted everywhere, making people swallow their saliva when they smelled it.

Not only is it beautiful in color and attractive in fragrance, but the exquisite carving is also amazing. No matter from which level, it is the most perfect dish on a table.

On the other hand, Nie Zheng's porch is ugly and rustic, and it is simply incomparable.

It was like a noble princess and a poor village girl, and there was almost no comparison between the two.

Su Zhongyuan sarcastically said: "You have been silly for a long time, and you will make such a garbage in the end? Let's look at Mr. Robut's dishes, they can be described as "works of art". How about it? Do you know what the gap is, right?"

Nie Zheng said with neither humility nor arrogantness: "Indeed, from the perspective of color, fragrance, taste and shape, every dish on Robut is better than mine."

"You still have some self-knowledge."

"But..." Nie Zheng's eyes shone with a light, "The most important thing about dishes is to satisfy the people who eat, and let the people who eat give a thumbs up. If you only focus on the outside and ignore the intrinsic value of the dishes themselves, it will not be worth it."

Su Zhongyuan sneered: "Okay, I'll let you die with peace of mind. Now we will give my mother two tables of dishes to eat separately. Who is delicious, it's clear at a glance."

He picked up a bowl of pastries and walked to the old lady.

"Mom, open your mouth. This is the birthday cake specially made by Mr. Robut, you can eat it."

Su Zhongyuan fed the pastry to the old lady's mouth, but the result...

The old lady immediately turned her face and said in disgust: "No, don't eat."

Su Zhongyuan's face pulled down, "Mom, this is delicious, just take a bite."

"If you don't eat it, it smells bad."

"Smelly?"

Su Zhongyuan smelled it and it didn't smell bad.

Su Qin was having fun, "Our mother's taste is different for ordinary people. If we smell it, she may smell it. It's not surprising."

Su Zhongyuan didn't understand the truth and wanted to force him to feed him, but the old lady beat him to the ground.

"If you don't eat, I won't eat!"

Su Zhongyuan had no choice but to get up and put the pastry down and change to a bowl of soup. However, before he could hand it over, the old lady overturned it.

Several times in a row, the old lady either knocked over the dishes or turned her face to stop eating.

In the end, the old lady didn't eat a bite of delicious food on the table, which made Su Zhongyuan sweat.

He tasted it himself. The dishes made by Robut were very good, they were very delicious. Why...

Jiang Ce smiled and said lightly: "It seems that this world-class chef cannot satisfy the old lady?"

Su Zhongyuan was so angry that she said, "My mother has a problem with her appetite. She doesn't like to eat anyone who makes it. This is not Mr. Robut's fault."

"Yeah?"

Nie Zheng stood up and opened the lid of the jar, which instantly smelled fragrant.

He said: "The more refined and expensive this dish is, the better it is. It is a suitable problem. For example, some people don't like to eat fish, no matter how delicious or perfect you make, they just don't like to eat it."

"A good chef should not only know how to cook, but also understand the hearts of customers."

"Even the same customer's taste will be very different under different emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness; even under the same emotions, what he wants to eat will be different under different states of illness or health."

"If a chef does not know how to observe his words and expressions, and does not know how to change the taste of a dish according to the customer's emotions and tastes, he will only make the same dishes in a rigid way, and he will not be a great chef."

"People can cook, machines can cook. The biggest difference between people and machines is that... the dishes cooked by people have feelings."

While speaking, Nie Zheng had already served a bowl of soup from the jar, mixed with minced meat, vegetables, etc., which looked like a bowl of hodgepodge.

Before the soup was brought to the old lady, the old lady's expression immediately changed.

She leaned her nose and smelled it everywhere, "It smells so fragrant, I want to eat it."

Everyone was stunned.

When Nie Zheng brought the soup over, the old lady couldn't wait to take it over and drank it in big gulps, eating and drinking the soup and meat cleanly.

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After drinking, my whole face was refreshed, my spirit was extremely good, and I seemed to be regaining my rationality bit by bit.

Seeing this, everyone present was amazed and sighed that Nie Zheng’s extraordinary skills were simply the arrival of the chef god.

Jiang Ce smiled and took the lead in applauding him.

The others also applauded the one-armed chef with only one arm from the bottom of their hearts, sending him the most sincere and sincere applause.

Su Zhongyuan and Robut, who were standing in the middle, both lowered their heads and looked awkward.

I originally thought of coming and showing off my cooking skills and humiliating Su Qin, Su Hongwen and others. Who would have thought that Nie Zheng would appear halfway?

Nie Zheng's cooking skills have reached the point where he has reached the point of becoming a perfect state!

At this time...

The old lady suddenly had her eyes lit up, stared at Su Zhongyuan, and shouted in a bad tone: "Second, are you finally willing to come back?!"

Su Zhongyuan was shocked and looked at the old lady again and found that the old lady's eyes were bright and bright, which was completely different from the old man who was demented before.

Su Qin and Su Hongwen were also shocked.

The old lady is...regaining her mind?

"Mom, aren't you stupid?" Su Zhongyuan asked tentatively.

The old lady snorted coldly, "Silly? You wish I could keep being so stupid, so that I could get my family property after I die, right?"

Su Zhongyuan smiled awkwardly, "Mom, where are you talking, how could I..."

"Shut up!" the old lady cursed: "For so many years, you have been free and happy abroad and ignore me, the old guy. If it weren't for your elder sister and third brother, I would have starved to death on the streets long ago."

"Now I see that I am seriously ill and think I will live in a few days, so I want to come back to get my family property? Let me tell you, delusion!"

"After I die, all my property will be given to Su Qin and Su Hongwen. You can't even get a big son. I feel upset when I see you. Now, immediately, disappear from my eyes immediately!"

Su Zhongyuan was scolded and spitting out blood.

Finally, he didn't hide it. With a wave of his hand, all the bodyguards came up.

He said coldly: "Okay, you poor ghosts, old people join forces to play with me, right? And let me disappear? Haha, I'm kind to you, you don't know that the sky is so high and the earth is so thick that you really take yourself seriously?"

"I'm still here today. I want to see who is qualified to let me go?"

Jiang Ce sighed lightly and stood up.

"Give you ten seconds, get out."
Chapter completed!