485: C485 F Ck Is It That Disgusting?

C485 F Ck Is It That Disgusting?

"What's wrong, Manager Chung?" Seeing her expression, the cooks did not dare to eat anymore.

The other chefs who ate the wontons made by Chef Meng, who were already full, smiled and said, "What else can it be? It definitely doesn't taste good!"

Manager Chung seemed to not hear what they were saying and swallowed her saliva.

Then, she lowered her head and looked at the wontons in her hands for a long time. She scooped another one and blew it into her mouth.

Everyone noticed that when she ate the second one, her eyes were faintly red as if she was about to cry. It was simply shocking.

'F * ck, is it that bad to eat? '

"Forget it. Even if it tastes bad, I should eat two too. I can't possibly starve." Some of the chefs broke the pot and broke the pot. They closed their eyes and ate the wontons.

Then, his expression froze for a while. He began to eat the second, third...

Seeing Manager Chung and the other chef's expressions after eating the wontons, the surrounding chefs were at a loss.

Was this delicious or not?

The other kitchen assistant looked at his colleague and gritted his teeth before eating the wontons.

Then, his expression became very shocked and complicated again. "This, this wonton..."

"Don't be like this. What exactly is the taste?" The surrounding chefs could not bear to watch any longer and asked anxiously, "Each and every one of them has this expression. It's so disgusting that they can't talk anymore?"

"It's very delicious." Manager Chung finally spoke.

Her voice was a little choked with sobs. "It reminds me of the wontons my grandma made when I was young. It also has the same taste."

The kitchen assistant who had eaten without saying a word also nodded and said, "When I was young, my family was very poor. I could only eat a meal of meat in a few months. After paying for the meat, my mother would pick a good piece of meat and chop it into minced meat. Then use a thin skin bag to make a bowl of wonton to add to my meal... "

"My mom has been gone for a few years." As the chefs spoke, they couldn't help but cry, "I didn't think that I would be able to taste my mom's taste today..."

The other chefs were all stunned.

Everyone in every region had different flavors. Even if it was a very inconspicuous pasta like wonton, everyone would still find it difficult to make a sound when they ate it.

But now, they could taste the taste of 'home' from Yan Shu's wonton.

Seeing that there were still quite a number of wontons on the table, several chefs carried them up to eat with curiosity.

Very soon, their mood became like Manager Chung and the others.

While eating the wontons, it was as if the scene of him playing with his colleagues outside when he was young appeared in front of his eyes. His mother, who was wearing an apron, stood at the door and shouted, "You're still wild? Are you coming back for dinner? Mommy made you wontons today. You won't come back again. I'm going to eat them for my father!"

"Miss Ru." A chef asked Yan Shu, "You didn't even use the soup for this wonton, so why did you make it so delicious, making everyone eat like 'home'?"

Yan Shu smiled. "This is just a very ordinary bowl of wonton, so there's no need to use high soup."

"Then what did you add to the flour when you were making noodles?" Someone asked.

"This is a necessary seasoning for every family, and it's very cheap."

Yan Shu picked up the seasoning bottle on the kitchen table and shook it at everyone. "In the past, the flour was not so fine and the meat was also very expensive. Parents would work on the flour to make the child's appetite better."

When the kitchen helper ate the wonton and cried while thinking about his mother, Chef Meng thought, Is it that delicious?

He did not think that Yan Shu, this little girl, could cook better than him.

So while everyone was chatting, Chef Meng picked up a bowl of wontons, scooped one up, blew it, and then ate it.2

After a few seconds of silence, he ate the second one.

Chef Meng silently finished a bowl of wonton. His eyes had already turned red.

When he saw Yan Shu sundry the seasoning, Chef Meng understood where he lost.

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