Yearning: Become a god by brushing corn

There was laughter and laughter in the mushroom house, but Chef Zhang had already boarded the plane home.

Holding the golden cake in his arms, Lin Meng's miraculous skills seemed to be in his ears.

"Sir, do you need to eat? We have cumin beef rice, tomato egg rice, sirloin steak rice, supreme seafood rice. The voice of the flight attendant woke Chef Zhang from his memories.

It was already dinner time, and standing in front of her was the stewardess who thought she had a good face, and was asking him if he wanted to eat.

"Uh... Thanks, no, I'm not very hungry right now. Chef Zhang shook his head and thanked the flight attendant.

It's not that he is really not hungry, it's just that as a top imperial chef, he eats top food made by himself or his daughter, and how can he eat fast food like on the plane.

"That bothers you. The stewardess politely prepared to leave, continuing to ask the next passenger.

"Goo-goo..." Just then, the stewardess heard a grunting sound from the location of the gentleman he had just passed.

She was all too familiar with this kind of voice, wasn't it the sound of being hungry? But the gentleman had just said he wasn't hungry.

As for the suspicion that the other party has no money, this does not exist, this is first class, and the meals are all free, it can only be that the other party thinks that the things on the plane are not palatable?

"Hehe..." Chef Zhang himself was also a little embarrassed, just now he said that he was not hungry, but his stomach screamed in a blink of an eye, isn't this deceiving people?

"Sir, do you think the meal is not to your liking?" asked the stewardess, turning to her concern.

At this time, Chef Zhang couldn't be fooled, but he didn't plan to eat the plane meal, and there was no chance for him to cook in person on the plane, so Chef Zhang remembered the golden cake sent by Lin Meng.

"Why don't you try this?" said Chef Zhang.

He never eats what others make, which is the pride of being an imperial chef, but he was attracted by Lin Meng's amazing skills, and he hesitated for a while.

"Sir?" the flight attendant asked again, it was their duty to serve each passenger well, and it was not a trivial matter that the first-class guests did not like to eat their food.

"Ahem, I'm sorry, I didn't say it just now, but I actually brought my own food. There was no way, Chef Zhang could only point to the golden cake in his hand and signal that he had brought food.

The flight attendant followed Chef Zhang's gaze and saw that the other party was holding something wrapped in newspaper, which was a little mysterious.

"Sir, is this?" asked the flight attendant in surprise.

The flight attendant's curiosity made Chef Zhang very helpless, so he had to take out a flatbread from the newspaper and show it to the flight attendant.

"Hehe..." Suddenly, there were several chuckles around.

"Somebody brought bread on the plane. "

"Lose your identity. "

"This person looks familiar, why would he do such a thing?"

"I guess I'm hungry, so I guess I bought it from somewhere. "

"I guess he's going to lose it soon. "

To be honest, people who sit in first class are people with status, like Chef Zhang, a few flatbreads come up, and no one has ever done this, although this cake is very good-looking, but it loses its identity, so many people talk about it.

But it was these chuckles that annoyed Chef Zhang, Lin Meng's enthusiasm and generosity made Chef Zhang regard him as a friend, and now others are laughing at the food made by his friend, do you think he can not be angry?

"A group of uninformed people, don't you know that someone once paid 100,000 yuan to buy this cake and didn't buy it?"

"Uncle, don't brag, how can a piece of cake sell for 100,000 yuan, this can't be bought by you casually at a roadside stall. A young man who looked like a rich second generation smiled, his words were not malicious, he just couldn't help but owe it.

"Haha. Inviting others to hear the young man say this made him laugh even more.

"You guys!" Chef Zhang wanted to beat people angrily, but his cultivation suppressed his temper again, otherwise tomorrow's headlines would be the imperial chef beating people on the plane.

"Don't regret it if you don't know the goods, and those people who laughed just now, I don't welcome them all. Chef Zhang said angrily, ignoring those people, and subconsciously took a bite of the golden cake.

"Click!" A crisp sound made Chef Zhang bite the golden cake into a notch.

A miraculous scene happened, and there was a puff of white smoke rising from that small gap, as if this golden cake had just been cooked, no!

"Delicious!"

This was Chef Zhang's first feeling, and it also made him subconsciously take another bite.

"Click!"

"Crispy! melts in your mouth, is fluffy and moderate, and is really the king of cakes. "

Chef Zhang is not only the imperial chef but also the taster, and he instantly defined this golden cake, which is the king of cakes.

At this time, Chef Zhang felt a strong sense of guilt.

He has always wanted to use the star effect of Golden Cake to attract popularity for his store, but he has never admitted the strength of Golden Cake.

In his eyes, the golden cake is just an ordinary cake that uses star effect and exaggerated propaganda to become famous among the audience.

At this moment, he knew that he had been very wrong.

The young man named Lin Meng is definitely a top chef who is rare in a century, and his process of making golden cakes is not showing off his skills, every step is meaningful, so he can make this unique king golden cake in the world.

As the gap between the bites grew, even Chef Zhang didn't realize that the heat had spread throughout the cabin.

"Sniff, sniff, what a smell, so fragrant!"

"I smell it too, it seems to be coming from the front seat. "

"It's so fragrant that I can't help it, is this a new package on the plane?"

"Damn, this bullshit fried rice, I can't eat it, I want to eat that thing with a strong aroma. "

The elite nobles who were still enjoying the evening meal threw down their chopsticks, knives and forks one after another at the moment, and the food that they originally thought could be made with was very unpalatable in the comparison of the fragrance.

"Shhh At this moment, someone has already found the point where the fragrance is emitted.

"This can't be the bread in the uncle's hand, is it?" someone asked.

All of a sudden, everyone's attention was drawn to it.

At this time, Chef Zhang had already solved the first cake in three or two clicks, and had already taken out the second one.

"Click!" was another crisp sound, and a fresh stream of heat wafted out of the bitten gap to the back.

"Sniff!" everyone's noses fluttered wildly, and they could already determine that this was the bread in the uncle's hand.

This made the expressions of those noble elites shocked.

Isn't this the golden flatbread they just mocked?

Thinking of this, everyone felt a hot pain in their faces.

What is it called slapping yourself in the face, this is it.

They really wanted to eat this golden bread that made a clicking sound when they bit into it, but just now they had a mocking laugh, and now they still had the face to ask for it.

Desperately swallowing their saliva and enduring the tempting fragrance to destroy their sense of smell, they could only watch as the golden cakes disappeared into Chef Zhang's hands one by one, and after five minutes, four of the six flatbreads were eaten by Chef Zhang, and only the last two were left, and Chef Zhang still looked unsatisfied. _

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