Chapter 1372: Luo Lao banquet
It was already half past eleven in the morning, and he had an appointment with Luo Shuixi to meet at twelve, so Leng Xuan greeted Li Mengjie and drove out of the villa towards the place where Luo Shuixi lived.
It took more than 20 minutes for Leng Xuan to arrive outside Luo Shuixi's villa. As soon as he entered, he could smell a strong fragrance coming from the kitchen. From this smell alone, it can be seen that the chefs who cook the dishes are of a high level. Luo Shuixi welcomed him into the living room with a smile, and said, "My grandfather cooked today in order to thank you. You don't know, my grandfather stopped cooking a few years ago, and this time, to thank you for saving your life. This is a special exception."
Leng Xuan immediately smiled and said, "Mr. Luo is too polite, I have a good time today." After finishing speaking, he was going to go to the kitchen to say hello to Mr. Luo, but was stopped by Luo Shuixi. Luo Shuixi said apologetically, "My grandfather doesn't like to be disturbed by outsiders when he cooks, so let him finish the dishes first." Leng Xuan nodded with a smile, but didn't insist. He knows that all skilled chefs have different rules and regulations.
After chatting with Luo Shuixi for a while, I saw Mr. Luo walking out of the kitchen wearing a white chef's obedience. He was ruddy, full of breath, and there was a little sweat on his forehead. Leng Xuan nodded secretly, it seems that Mr. Luo's body has indeed recovered, and it seems that he is healthier than before. He is quite clear about this. Last time, he used the True Qi of the Nine Yangs forging God to repair Mr. Luo's body, which not only cured his injuries, but also indirectly made his body function through the warmth of the Nine-yangs forging Gods. Much stronger.
Seeing Mr. Luo coming out, Leng Xuan quickly stood up and greeted him.
Luo Qianzhang said with a hearty smile: "Brother Leng, you are here, thank you for your help last time, if it weren't for you, I would have buried myself in the soil now. Shui Xi, call Brother Leng to sit down and have a meal. It's ready to eat."
Sitting at the table, I saw a plate of sumptuous dishes served. These dishes are not big dishes such as shark fins, but some simple home-cooked dishes. However, the simpler the dish, the more it can reflect the chef's skills. After the three of them were seated, Luo Qianzhang seemed to be in a good mood. He also opened a bottle of Maotai, poured a full glass for Leng Xuan, and then poured another half glass for himself. Then he raised his glass and said with a smile: "I'm too old to drink too much. Come, let's have a drink, and thank you for your life-saving grace."
Leng Xuan hurriedly raised his glass with both hands, saying that he did not dare to take it. After taking a sip of wine, Luo Qianzhang said with a smile: "Come and try my craft, I haven't cooked for several years, and I don't know if my craft has regressed. Brother Leng, you are very accomplished in cooking. Also give me a review for the old man."
"I'm not very skilled, how dare I comment on your old age." Leng Xuan replied with a smile, then raised his chopsticks and tasted each dish. Every time he finished eating a dish, he would stop his chopsticks for a while, as if he was savoring it carefully. When all the dishes were tasted, he gave a thumbs up and praised: "Master, your cooking skills are really good. I am afraid that there are few masters of your level in the country."
Leng Xuan's compliment is sincere. If a dish is full of color, flavor, and taste, this chef can only be called a senior chef at most. The dishes made by Mr. Luo are not only perfect in color, fragrance, but also infused with a kind of emotion, which makes people addicted to it.