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Shang Zhenqing immediately knew who it was.

But he didn't think what he said was wrong. Shang Zhenqing took a step forward, stood in front of his wife with a tall and powerful look at him.

I thought the chef was trying to find fault, but who knew that the next sentence was: "Our deep meaning is getting worse and worse. I'll shrink it a few times."

Ah, that's the case.

Ke Baijia grabbed her husband's arm and showed her face, saying, "The morning teas you made are quite good, but my husband just likes that I cook to his taste, and does not mean that what you cook is not delicious."

Explanation still needs to be explained, otherwise it will easily breed bloody plots.

The person may not be used to Ke Baijia's speech speed, so she said it slowly again.

Later, the waiter was named by him. She didn't understand the conversation between the two, so she would translate it.

The waiter's face was tense and thought to himself that he was pushing me to the guillotine. I heard that people in the Northeast like to hit people.

But everyone was arrested, and she could only follow the chef's meaning. She first translated Ke Baijia's words, and then asked Ke Baijia at the chef's request: "He wants to know if you have any opinions."

While talking, the dough is visible to the naked eye.

He is just a timid and timid person when encountering troubles. If he really cares about her, it will be a total loss of price.

Ke Baijia said that he really had no problem with what he did. If he wanted to give his own opinions, Ke Baijia only said: "If conditions permit, study more on the dishes, and the number is relatively small."

You should know that when she first learned Cantonese cuisine, she really made white-cut chicken, roast goose, roast suckling pigeon, braised saffron, honey sauce, crispy roasted pork, abalone sauce, cucumber, white-burned geoduck, pepper-salted peep shrimp, garlic bone, white-burned shrimp, papaya stewed snow clam, dry-fried beef river, Guangdong morning tea, Laohuo soup, Luohanzhai, Wenchang chicken, claypot rice, radish beef brisket pot, Cantonese roast duck, steamed pork ribs in soy sauce, fish head tofu soup, pineapple guru meat, oyster sauce lettuce, fermented black beef oil, marinated pork, soup baby cabbage, salted vegetable heart, fish tofu, fried hibiscus egg, Dinghu vegetarian, Sai crab, taro button pork, rose soy sauce chicken, rice noodles, shrimp dumplings, pig sausage noodles, wonton noodles, Jidi porridge, boat porridge, lotus leaf rice dumplings, quicksand buns, pig ginger, glutinous rice chicken, glutinous rice cake, etc.

All of these are just the more representative dishes I have found.

If you really need to refine it, the dishes she mentioned above can double.

Everyone's tastes are different in terms of taste, and she follows the tastes of later generations. In fact, strictly counting them, locals in Guangdong Province may even think that their dishes are not authentic enough.

So in terms of taste, she may not be as good as the local old chef.

Therefore, this is the only opinion.

The waiter conveyed it and listened to her next sentence: "The master said that when he heard the ordering combination before, he thought you might be an expert. I would like to ask you not to be stingy, he is not afraid of being unpleasant to listen to things."

Ke Baijia started to get annoyed: "We just had a meal. We didn't care about the messaging before. We gave you some advice. Now what are you going to do? I'll teach you if you want it?"

This sentence doesn't need to be translated by Ke Baijia, and his expressions are really not friendly.

The man was stunned and said something with a fast speaking speed. The waiter immediately said, "Calm down and don't make trouble."

Shang Zhenqing suddenly made an action.

He reached into his shoulder bag.
Chapter completed!