Zihonghua said it so seriously that even Tang Yuyao almost thought he was the God of Cooking. Didn't think that this was okay? It doesn't matter if he is a God of Cooking or not, as long as he is not a beast...
When Zihonghua finished speaking and everyone was still unfinished, Tang Yuyao stood up proudly and raised his glass: "Come on! Let's drink to the God of Cooking!"
"..."
Zihonghua and Xin Yueshan looked at each other, shook their heads, smiled, and drank the wine in their glasses.
"Husband, I have a question!" Han Ranran raised her hand like a primary school student.
"What's the question?" Tang Yuyao looked at Han Ranran cautiously, thinking, is this girl going to expose herself? She knows the God of Cooking is fake, so there's no need to say it, right?
Sure enough, what Tang Yuyao was worried about happened.
Han Ranran picked up a large piece of fatty meat and said with great confusion: "Although this thing is barely edible, is it really made by the God of Cooking? Why don't I believe it..."
How can any wife embarrass her husband?
Tang Yuyao was so angry that his teeth itched, and he thought for a moment before smiling: "Of course it was made by the God of Cooking! It's just that the God of Cooking hasn't cooked for many years and only makes a living by making instant noodles. Of course it looks like this now!"
Hearing this explanation, Zihonghua and Xin Yueshan breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. Fortunately, Brother Yu (husband) was smart, otherwise he would have lied a lot and it would have been in vain.
Feng Zhihe also nodded in agreement. This meal was full of happiness. She was convinced that Tang Yuyao was the god of cooking.
"I'm not a fool!"
Han Ranran snorted coldly and kept smiling at Tang Yuyao: "A few years ago, I also participated in the S City Food Festival. I'm sorry that I got the last place. But I haven't heard of your husband.
Name, don’t tell my husband that you use a stage name, right?”
Depend on.
Tang Yuyao sweated from his forehead and secretly thought that he was unlucky. He stared at Han Ranran with his eyes closed: "How do you know? I'm still using my stage name! Besides, you are only the last one, how do you know who the first God of Cooking is?
Who is it? If you don’t know, don’t make wild guesses. Don’t both Shan’er and Hua’er know about this?”
"hey-hey……"
Han Ranran smiled slyly and walked up to Tang Yuyao: "I'm sorry, husband. Although I am only the last one, I pay close attention to the food festival. I know the name of every chef chef. Can you
Can you tell me what your stage name is?"
Damn you! Isn’t this just bragging? Why in the world do you have to embarrass me?
Tang Yuyao felt cruel and decided to tell the lie!
Besides, we have reached this point, if we don’t continue talking, we will be destroying ourselves! Hum, we have to muddle through, how can we lose our prestige as the king of vernacular?
Being extremely thick-skinned can prevent you from being stabbed by a knife or being hit by a gun!
Avoiding Han Ranran's aggressive gaze, Tang Yuyao took a few steps back and secretly sent a distress signal to Xin Yueshan and Zihonghua - a beauty and a confidant, please tell me the name of the chef god! You must save me.
…
The idea is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.
Although Tang Yuyao was looking forward to it, Xin Yueshan and Zihonghua still showed their hands ruthlessly.
What to do? What to do?
The failure to ask for help did not shock Tang Yuyao. He just paused and thought of a good idea - guessing!
So, Tang Yuyao smiled step by step and walked up to Han Ranran in a few steps. He said with a smile: "As long as I tell you the stage name I have hidden for many years, will you believe that I am the God of Cooking?"