Chapter 288 Tang Niu is the God of Cookery
Chapter 288 Tang Niu is the God of Cookery
November 12, morning.
In Chongguang Mental Hospital, the ward where Leon is staying.
Tan Wenjie walked around the TV.
"How is it?" Leon adjusted his sunglasses proudly and pressed the remote control.
A group of staggering figures appeared in the picture, all of them were ghosts, which should be Lyon’s recent harvest.
Leon said calmly: "After I came back and did some research, I finally understood why I was caught by the seven evil spirits and put into the TV."
"Why?" Tan Wenjie walked around the TV again.
"It took me a long time to find the FM of the Seven Evil Spirits, and then I can watch TV."
As he was speaking, he noticed that the ghost on TV was not moving at all.
Leon walked up and patted the TV.
"Bang bang!"
The ghosts immediately woke up and started performing.
Tan Wenjie: “…”
He thought of a Japanese ghost that seemed to have crawled out of the TV.
But looking at Leon who was crawling towards the TV with an unhappy look on his face, it was hard to say which one was more terrifying.
After a while, Leon crawled out of the TV.
Tan Wenjie was generous in giving a thumbs-up to the praise.
Leon put on his windbreaker again, put on his sunglasses, picked up his suitcase, then took out the remote control and kept changing channels on the TV.
Until a tombstone appeared inside, and a soul-calling flag was inserted next to the tombstone, swaying in the cold wind.
"Here it is!" Leon turned around and said, "I still have work to do today."
"Well, I'm also going on a long trip tomorrow." Tan Wenjie nodded. He would leave after tonight.
Leon lifted his foot and got into the TV.
Then he reached out and said, "Help me hold my hat."
After Tan Wenjie handed the hat to the other party, Leon waved his hand: “Help me turn off the TV.”
On TV, Leon strode towards the tombstone.
"I've made you use the magic door." Tan Wenjie envied Leon a little. Why would he learn sword-wielding if he could do this?
He pressed the power button on the TV, and the big-headed TV went out with a snap.
"No, this TV is not plugged in."
Ring, ring, the phone rings.
Tan Wenjie answered the phone.
"Which one?"
"Ajie, it's me, come quickly!"
"Uncle Da, is there something good?"
"Do you remember that I made an appointment for you to take a photo with the Eighteen Bronze Men?"
"If you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten about it. Give me my money back. You don't even know the Eighteen Bronze Men. No, I never thought of taking a photo with the Eighteen Bronze Men."
"We do not accept returns on any items sold in this store. It's up to you whether you want to come or not."
"Wait for me, where?"
"Let me find a newspaper. I heard from others that Shaolin Temple seems to be participating in some God of Cookery competition." Gui Wangda's voice was busy.
"newspaper?"
Tan Wenjie turned around and found a newspaper on Leon's bed, which read "The 28th God of Cookery Contest".
……
into the night.
The night market streets are crowded with people.
Tan Wenjie turned and looked at the people around him.
Gui Wangda, Gui Wangda Zhu San version, Zhu Er, Zhu Xiangfen, Li Chi, Wu Dehui, Yunluo, Xiaoman, Ali, Gao Doudou... a large group of people.
This group of people actually gathered together in such a friendly manner, giving people the feeling that the movie was about to end.
"Ajie!" X3
Gao Doudou still felt very confused. She and Tan Wenjie had no relationship at all and they were not familiar with each other. Why were two women suddenly looking at her with murderous intent?
baffling!
Three women meet for a cockfight.
“Didn’t we agree to take a photo with the Eighteen Bronze Men?” Tan Wenjie symbolically wrapped a scarf around his neck.
It wasn't cold at all at night.
There was a big man next to him with his bare chest and a scarf around his neck, he was so beautiful that it was freezing.
"Wait for that kid He Jinyin." Gui Wangda said, "I wonder where he ran off to."
"I am coming!"
He Jinyin trotted over and said, "Big Brother, you are here too?"
He excitedly introduced: "The peeing beef balls are really great and chewy, and can also be used to play table tennis! Do you want to try it?"
"Uncle Da, where is the group photo we agreed on?"
"It's just outside the competition venue." Gui Wangda pointed, "Let's sneak over there quietly and leave the rest to me. I heard that the abbot of Shaolin is here."
He Jinyin jumped up: "I heard it all, and you charge so much!"
“Information is valuable too!”
Not far ahead, there were already quite a few reporters gathered outside the God of Cookery Contest, but there were only reporters.
In reality, no one would gather around to watch a group of chefs cooking, especially when there’s a beef offal shop opening next to them and pretty girls walking down the runway in bikinis.
The popularity was completely killed.
"When does the game start?" Tan Wenjie asked while eating beef balls, "Will Stephen Chow be there?"
"There's still more than an hour left."
"How do I get in to watch the game?"
“The competition is only broadcast live on TV, and only big names can get in.”
Li Chi and Wu Dehui on the side rolled their eyes.
"Brother Jie, do you want to go in?"
"Yes, I want to try the food made by the God of Cookery."
"We can help you with this! It definitely won't cost too much. We can let you be a food tasting judge, but the fee is not cheap." "At most 3 yuan."
"Deal!" The two nodded immediately.
Then Tan Wenjie saw two people walk over, whispering something, and took out another two thousand yuan.
After a few minutes, the two returned with an ID card for the food tasting judges.
"In less than five minutes, you made 28,000 yuan from me?" Tan Wenjie held up his ID card and asked, "Is this real or fake?"
"Register and you can draw a lucky audience member to become a food tasting judge." Li Chi laughed, "A group of people went to see the bikini beauties, and only two people went to draw the lottery. We gave them 1,000 yuan each, so it's done."
Tan Wenjie gave the money readily.
There is still an hour before the competition starts. Tan Wenjie feels that the peeing beef balls are really appetizing and taste great, so he plans to buy another one.
The crowd also separated into twos and threes.
The three women seemed to be arguing over him, but no one wanted to go out with him. There was no real love, just female competition.
"You are actually the reincarnation of a god."
A sudden voice came from the side. Tan Wenjie turned around and found that Zhu Xiangfen was being pulled by someone to sit in front of the stall to have his fortune told, and Zhu San was watching beside him.
The sign on the stall reads "Xigu Fortune Telling".
He asked curiously, "Do you still believe in fortune-telling?"
As a disciple of Maoshan, it is impossible for me to go to the street and find someone to tell my fortune if I am uneducated. I have Zhu Er at home, so his fortune-telling will definitely be accurate.
The first thing he does is say that a person is the reincarnation of a god. Gods are too common.
Xigu adjusted her glasses and ignored Tan Wenjie, looking Zhu Xiangfen up and down.
"If you step on one star, you can command thousands of soldiers. If you step on seven stars, you will have the fate of an emperor. Do you have the Big Dipper or seven moles on the soles of your feet?"
"Yes!" Zhu Xiangfen nodded.
Xigu raised her chin proudly, then turned to look at Tan Wenjie: "There is a god above our heads. In fact, there are gods everywhere on the street. Today is Christmas, and Santa Claus is also a god."
She stretched out her hand and pointed at Zhu San who came close to Tan Wenjie and wanted to taste the beef balls: "Maybe he is also an Arhat from heaven who has come down to earth."
Tan Wenjie handed the beef balls to Zhu San and asked, "What about me? What kind of immortal am I?"
Xigu looked at Tan Wenjie carefully: "You? It's not impossible for you to become a god, but you're still a little short of it. But anything is possible. It's Christmas after all."
"Thank you."
Tan Wenjie gave the money readily. He did not believe the first sentence, but he believed the second sentence because he was not the reincarnation of a god, and Zhu San might really be the Subduing Tiger Arhat.
It turns out that immortal fate is not so easy to obtain.
After leaving Xigu's fortune-telling stall, Tan Wenjie went to look at the beauties in bikinis for a while until Gui Wangda came over.
"Let's take a group photo!" Gui Wangda pulled Tan Wenjie and He Jinyin towards the competition gate.
The place was surrounded by reporters and many agents, who shouted "God of Cookery" in a tone without any emotion and kept turning their heads to look at the bikinis in the distance.
He Jinyin poked his head out to look for him: "Where are the eighteen bronze men?"
“Taking a photo with the Shaolin abbot isn’t impressive enough for you?” Ghost King Da grabbed He Jinyin and pointed at the abbot on the stage, who was wearing a cassock and holding his hands together.
"No, it looks so vulgar."
The Shaolin abbot suddenly appeared in front of He Jinyin.
"So fast!" He Jinyin was surprised.
"What's your name, Master?" Tan Wenjie had already extended his hand towards the Shaolin abbot.
He knew that the abbot was very narrow-minded, and if he did not stop him, He Jinyin would be beaten.
"Amitabha, my Buddhist name is Mengyi."
"I've heard a lot about you. Can we take a photo together?"
"10 yuan per piece, no invoice."
Tan Wenjie and He Jinyin turned around and glared at Gui Wangda, saying that the kickbacks he took were too much. Gui Wangda just tilted his head, pursed his lips and whistled, pretending to enjoy the scenery.
After taking the group photo, Tan Wenjie entered the venue with his judge’s ID card.
Sitting right above was a woman, a top food judge, and a dragon throne was specially prepared for her, which was quite extravagant.
There was a row of chefs standing below.
Following the guidance, Tan Wenjie came to his own table and sat down, looking forward to the meal that would be prepared by the God of Cookery.
"Someone is flying in!" someone suddenly shouted.
A figure came through the air and landed on the ground easily.
He was dressed in a white robe, his hair was completely white, and he had an unrestrained and carefree air, as if he was a monk who had attained enlightenment.
The God of Cookery, Stephen Chow.
Tan Wenjie's gaze stayed on the other person for a long time before he looked away. His purpose today was very simple, to have a good meal and see the gods by the way.
"Bad stage presence, out!"
"Bad looks, out!"
"Not concentrating on cooking, out——!!"
As soon as the competition started, the judges began to abuse their power and eliminated chefs crazily. The only two people who were not affected were Tang Niu and Stephen Chow.
The aroma of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall fills the air.
"Yawn~"
Tan Wenjie yawned. The food smelled delicious, but it was just delicious. He didn't like extravagance, but he ate a lot of delicacies from land and sea.
Just as he was dozing off and his thoughts had drifted to what Xigu said about the gods descending to earth and Santa Claus being a god, suddenly a spicy smell was brought to him.
He couldn't comment because he didn't have a microphone, but he could eat along.
There is a small bowl of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall on the left and a very simple barbecued pork rice on the right.
I picked up the spoon and took a sip of the soup. The delicious taste filled my mouth. It was indeed well made.
The judges above have already started to make extremely exaggerated comments. She is good at creating variety show effects, which is her job.
Tan Wenjie picked up the spoon and tasted a mouthful of the sad and ecstatic rice.
[Your understanding is temporarily +5]
It was delicious. It was remarkable that ordinary barbecued pork rice could be cooked to this level. But it was impossible to say that it was so delicious that the judge was rolling on the ground like him.
It gave Tan Wenjie the feeling of a bowl of barbecued pork rice served in front of him when he was extremely hungry.
If you are very hungry, overnight rice, leftovers, and rotten rice can all be delicious.
He can make people feel emotions while eating and feel as if they are in the food, he is worthy of being called the God of Food.
There was a thunderous roar from the side: "Tang Niu is the God of Cookery!"
(End of this chapter)