When He Yuzhu reacted, the waiter had already entered the front hall.

From the looks of it, did a customer order Mapo Tofu? He Yuzhu couldn't help but laugh out loud as he thought about it.

However, he did not explain the misunderstanding. Anyway, with his current level, it should be enough to make a portion of Mapo Tofu for serving. Judging from the anxious look on the waiter's face just now, he must have been urged by the guests, so he just happened to serve this plate. , and also saves time.

So, he was going to go back to the kitchen, ask which table of guests ordered Mapo Tofu, and just ask him to make one less portion.

On the other side, in the private room where the Military Control Commission and others were.

Some cold dishes have already been served.

Wang Weiguo and Zhang Chunming were also eating cold dishes while chatting about today's harvest.

"Old Wang, although we caught a lot of big fish in this operation, according to the instructions given above, there are still some that have not been cleaned up."

Zhang Chunming and Wang Weiguo are both captains of the Military Control Commission, but they focus on different directions.

Zhang Chunming prefers the committee members and is responsible for the "literary" aspect, while Wang Weiguo prefers public security and is responsible for the "military" aspect.

Generally speaking, in the Military Control Commission, both civil and military personnel work together.

After listening to Zhang Chunming's words, Wang Weiguo picked up a cold peanut and put it into his mouth and chewed it.

"These thieves, don't worry, Lao Zhang, we will strengthen patrols in the past few days and we will definitely catch these remnants!"

Just as he was talking, the waiter brought a plate of Mapo Tofu outside the door.

"Come on, everyone, Mapo Tofu is here."

As the waiter said this, he placed the plate of Mapo Tofu in front of everyone.

At the same time, Wang Weiguo and Zhang Chunming moved their noses together, and then they looked at each other in tacit understanding.

Zhang Chunming smiled and said: "Yes, just from this smell, I know that the master's craftsmanship is authentic!"

When Wang Weiguo saw this, he also laughed: "Old Zhang, can I still fool you? This is cooked by Master Li of Hongbin Restaurant himself. He is an old Sichuan cuisine chef. Everyone who has tasted it is amazing!"

Zhang Chunming nodded. As his specialty, he certainly felt more deeply.

After being away from home for so many years, he couldn't help but pick up his chopsticks when he was able to eat dishes that tasted like his hometown.

"Come on, come and have a taste. Today is a celebration party, so don't pretend to be here."

Wang Weiguo also greeted several team members on the side.

Soon, Wang Weiguo also picked up his chopsticks, picked up a relatively complete piece of tofu, blew on it, and then put it into his mouth.

When the aroma of tofu bloomed in Wang Weiguo's mouth, he just wanted to close his eyes and enjoy it. But soon, his expression froze.

"Huh? This smell..."

Wang Weiguo opened his eyes, with a flash of doubt in his eyes.

He glanced at Mapo Tofu, then picked up another piece of beef.

Taste again.

Now, he was completely confused.

"That's not right. It doesn't taste right!"

The mapo tofu that Master Li usually makes is not like this.

Wang Weiguo is also a foodie, and even though he is not from Sichuan, he likes this Mapo Tofu dish.

Whenever he has the opportunity to come to Hongbin Tower, the Mapo Tofu made by Master Li is also a must-try dish for him.

The taste today is different from usual!

On Zhang Chunming's side, after taking the first bite, a light flashed in his eyes.

"This taste is indeed very authentic!"

He is a serious boy from Sichuan. He grew up in a poor family and has eaten Mapo Tofu only a handful of times!

It is precisely because of this that he can never forget the taste of Mapo Tofu!

The bite he just took was delicious, soft, tender, and slightly spicy. Zhang Chunming instantly recalled the scene of eating Mapo Tofu with his parents when he was a child!

"Old Wang, is this made by Master Li from Hongbinlou? This master really knows Mapo Tofu!"

Zhang Chunming praised him all the time, but Wang Weiguo's expression was a little strange.

"Old Zhang, something doesn't seem right."

Looking at Wang Weiguo's expression, Zhang Chunming was stunned.

"What's going on?"

Wang Weiguo's lips moved, and finally he said: "The Mapo Tofu made by Master Li seems to be different from this one."

Although both are delicious, Wang Weiguo can still tell the difference after eating them so many times.

Hearing this, Zhang Chunming was slightly startled, but soon a look of interest flashed across his face.

"So, all the masters in Hongbin Tower are so skilled? I would like to meet this master."

What Wang Weiguo said also aroused Zhang Chunming's interest.

When Wang Weiguo saw this, his eyes looked strange.

Are all of them as skilled as Master Li?

Just kidding.

Who doesn’t know that Li Baoguo is the head chef of Sichuan cuisine at Hongbin Tower?

If Li Baoguo's craftsmanship is really there, can Hongbin Building not publicize it?

Although the flavor of this mapo tofu is slightly different from that made by Master Li, if you really taste it carefully, there are still some subtle differences.

However, it is not easy to reach this level. Wang Weiguo also wants to get to know him. Is this the new chef of Hongbin Building?

So, he whispered a few words in the waiter's ear.

Hongbin Building, front hall.

Yang Guotao was at the front desk at this time and saw a waiter coming back from the door.

"How's it going? Have you called Master Li?"

Yang Guotao spoke.

Master Li was supposed to have a rest today because the hotel did not receive any special reservations.

Who knew that the old customers at the Military Control Commission would have an impromptu celebration party today, and specifically stated that they wanted to eat Sichuan food, so Yang Guotao quickly asked the waiter to go home and call Li Baoguo over.

"Boss, Master Li will be here soon."

Seeing this, Yang Guotao nodded, before he could say anything.

The guy upstairs happened to be coming downstairs.

"Boss, Captain Wang of the Military Control Commission asked who made Mapo tofu and wanted to meet the chef."

? ? ?

Yang Guotao was stunned when he heard this.

"Ma Po Tofu? Who made Mapo Tofu?! Master Li hasn't come yet. Is Mapo Tofu ready??"

Yang Guofu took a deep breath.

"You mean, Captain Wang and his Mapo Tofu have been served?"

The waiter nodded, "Yes, Captain Wang just urged me. I went to the kitchen and saw the mapo tofu just coming out of the pot, so I served it."

The guy still didn't understand what was happening.

But Yang Guofu's heart skipped a beat!

Something bad happened! ! !

Master Li hasn't come yet, how can he make Mapo Tofu well?

not……

Yang Guofu suddenly thought of a possibility. He didn't even have time to explain anything and hurriedly ran towards the kitchen.

At this time, the kitchen.

He Yuzhu, who was almost done practicing, was planning to tidy up and prepare the dishes he would take home in the evening.

Yang Guofu's figure hurriedly appeared in the backyard.

"Who made that plate of Mapo Tofu just now??"

Thank you to Brother Hongtang Jiuye for your monthly ticket support! ! !

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