"I lost?"

Liu Ying was stunned.

On the other side, when Liu Lan saw Xia Yu speak, she was shocked all over and her head was slightly lowered, completely a subconscious attitude of respect.

A middle-aged man, but with such a posture as a boy as his son, obviously recognized the character Xia Demon King and had a clear understanding of his cooking skills.

Liu Ying did not notice that when Xia Yu came forward, his brother Liu Feng and Liu Jing all admired Mount Tai with a pious expression.

Xia Yu is about six or seven meters away from the dining table. He has not tasted the ramen and mapo tofu on the table. Why dare to judge the outcome with confidence? The reason is very simple. First, he has super vision. He has any small details in the cooking of the two.

Secondly, the gap in cooking skills left him at a high position, with a condescending view, and his vision was very clear.

First, he pointed to Liu Lan's Mapo tofu and praised:

"A dish that has been tempered for thousands of times!"

"You have grasped everything from the first flavor to the sixth flavor crispy, without any mistakes. It can be seen that you have learned this recipe thoroughly and have made some small improvements to your own..."

Xia Yu smiled.

In terms of improvement, his pronunciation appears solemn.

Liu Lan was flattered and said, "Did you see it?"

"certainly!"

Xia Yu walked up to the dining table, picked up a pair of chopsticks, and picked up a green garlic sprout among the hot red oil tofu on the plate, and said with interest: "Tell me, why do you treat the garlic sprouts as separate ingredients and sprinkle them when serving? The original recipe clearly boils the garlic sprouts, tofu and sauce together, so that the garlic sprouts are green, tofu white, and sauce red, forming the "color" of Mapo tofu."

Liu Lan caught a glimpse of the smile on Xia Yu's mouth, and his heart skipped a beat, knowing that he had already seen the mystery.

With a cough, Liu Lan seized the opportunity to seize this opportunity to show her in front of her children. Of course, the praise and recognition of the Demon King Xia also made the honest chef excited. "Garlic sprouts are actually easy to cook, and the leaves are neither yellow nor rotten during boiling. But if you want to grasp the tenderness of the garlic sprouts, I think the step of putting the garlic sprouts out separately to form an independent process. As for why they are sprinkled on when they are loaded, it is related to the 'hot'..."

Is the heat?

Xia Yu nodded, and sent a small garlic sprout into his mouth with chopsticks. He bit his teeth. The taste was fresh and crisp, not the sticky teeth when cooked.

"So, this is the control that has been tempered thousands of times!"

When he put down the chopsticks, his eyes turned to Liu Ying, who had no noise or trouble. Xia Yu blinked, "And this is what you are missing!"

Liu Ying hugged her arms and looked at him.

The strange eyes clearly said: Hello, who are you guys?

She didn't recognize this demon king at all, but Xia Yu was choked instead.

"Sakura..." Her brother Liu Feng was anxious behind him, and his forehead had long been covered with sweat. Liu Feng knew that his sister had been in seclusion for a while and was devoted to studying new dishes. He had not paid attention to this year's hunting tour, so how could he recognize the new champion?

"Tell me, what is your so-called control?"

Liu Ying stared at Xia Yu with little eyes, fearless, "You can speak well, so please use words to tell me more."

Explain "control"?

“Um…”

Xia Yu pointed to her ramen with a funny look, "If it were me who cooked this bowl of noodles, in terms of seasoning, would I put less salt, probably one third less than before, and less onions, so I took half of them and peeled one more garlic, right, there were diced mushrooms in the ingredients? This thing probably had a little conflict with the 'treasure' in the bowl, so in order to highlight the theme of the treasure, it would be impossible to put too much of this thing, take two or three pieces of the soup to dye the soup with some flavor."

Treasure? Liu Lan was confused.

Zhu Qing laughed and nodded. She was Zhu Qi's bloodline. Although her taste was weak, she had a "super smell". She judged Liu Lan and Liu Ying's dishes by smell. She also believed that Liu Lan, who had been tempered for many times, would win easily.

Liu Ying was also stunned.

A strange guy pointed out all the ingredients for her ramen before he tasted it. What's even more terrifying is that this guy also gave improvement suggestions in person, so he carefully used the amount of ingredients!

What Liu Ying is most difficult to understand is why the "treasure" she put in the bowl is so easily seen through.

Liu Ying, who spent nearly a month studying the new dish, had nowhere to hide in the eyes of others, and was about to win a beautiful victory with this, was so depressed.

Liu Ying pouted and said unwillingly: "Why should I believe what you said!"

"When you open your mouth, who can't speak out?!"

The problem was obviously angry. From her flashing eyes, she knew that she might have secretly remembered Xia Yu's suggestions.

Xia Yu waved his hand, "You can make another bowl as I suggest!"

"So, two bowls of ramen, you eat it and compare it yourself, and then let's talk about it."

After saying that, Xia Yu and Zhu Qing walked out of the kitchen together.

Liu Ying's face changed a little while at the table.

"Dad, Xia Demon King..."

The fat boy Liu Jing quietly approached his father Liu Lan, glanced at Liu Ying with great envy, looked up at his father's eyes, and wrote a clear expectation.

This is asking for guidance.

Liu Lan understood it and smiled bitterly.

Even if it was him, his eyes swept towards Liu Ying, who was standing impatiently, and his eyes were filled with envy and complexity.

Brother Liu Feng looked at his sister and his face was full of anxiety. He was so anxious.

Sister!

He just wanted to yell at his sister's ears - that's Xia Demon King, do you know Xia Demon King?

Then why don’t you hurry up and take a pen and notebook and record the demon king’s suggestions neatly. This may become a family heirloom.

...

Out of the kitchen, return to the lobby seat.

"I said why are you interested? Let's give me some advice?" Zhu Qing laughed, his fingers swaying around the edge of the teacup. He obviously cared about Xia Yu's attitude towards Liu Ying.

As he said that, he straightened his chest and deliberately put his large-scale ball object on the edge of the table, and his top had wrinkles. "Why did I hear that starting in three years, the highest death penalty..."

Xia Yu was so dark that he heard it, "I'll go!"

"I'm really not a luoli!" He called injustice.

Zhu Qing just smiled. There were no outsiders in the lobby anyway. She kept an elegant and seductive posture and glanced at her charming eyes, "And, are you sure that a little brat will listen to your advice?"

Xia Yu said seriously: "I really hope she listens."

Before Zhu Qing could ask why, he said casually:

"Aunt Qing, tell me, if I want Ju to restore his former glory to his former glory, I will definitely lose the sign of Liu's bloodline? Otherwise, Ju's downstairs will be rebuilt, so what's the point of Liu's no longer exist?"

Zhu Qing was really stupid now.

What, restore the glory of Juju going downstairs? For Xia Demon King, it is not difficult to take Juju going downstairs and serve as the chef himself.

But, if the people from the Liu family continue to take charge of the chrysanthemum downstairs, the difficulty will suddenly increase to the level of hell.

Zhu Qing sweated on his forehead, "A Yu, aren't you kidding?"

"This water is too muddy, don't get involved!"

Xia Yu stared at the direction of the kitchen.

"I hope she is the one I'm looking for, but if you don't even listen to other people's suggestions, and you're so angry that you don't know how to accept humbly..."

One hour later.
Chapter completed!