Chapter 20 Your piece is fake!

Everyone couldn't believe their ears, what did the voice on the phone just say?

Waiting at the door?

In other words, Elena Shaw not only invited the old chef, but also made him wait at the door for a call?

Is Elena Shaw talking nonsense?

Soon, the reality broke everyone's suspicion.

The door opened, and an old man with white beard and hair walked in with a phone in one hand and a kitchen knife in the other, laughing.

The old man walked all the way, walked up to Elena Shaw, who was so stunned that she could stuff an egg, and laughed like an old urchin: "Miss Shaw, the old man is here, it's not too late! Haha..."

"Old old old... Senior chef fairy, is it really you?"

As if in disbelief, Elena Shaw's tongue began to tie up.

The old chef flashed the black kitchen knife in his right hand: "People can imitate it, but no one can imitate this old man's knife!"

"However..." The conversation changed, and the eyes suddenly turned cold: "Before cooking for Miss Shaw, I need to clean up the house first!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and looked at Miller Fusco indifferently, and snorted coldly: "Evil! Do you know your mistake?!"

Miller Fusco was already sweating profusely at this moment, and fell to his knees with a thump, his head bowed: "Master...Master."

Everyone was in an uproar again. Unexpectedly, the chief chef of Milo SUN turned out to be the apprentice of the old chef. Of course, this master also confirmed the status of the old chef. No one dared to doubt it!

"When the old man taught you how to learn art, I said that you should learn morality before learning art, and be a man before cooking, but I didn't expect that you would do such immoral things for the sake of profit. You really disappointed me!"

"From now on, I am an old chef fairy, and you are not allowed to be tainted with any cuisine. If you violate it!" The old chef fairy's eyes turned cold, and the kitchen knife in his hand reflected the cold light: "You will know the end!"

Miller Fusco trembled, and immediately slumped on the ground, his face covered with ashes!

After cleaning the door, the old chef turned his gaze to Quinn Conrad, and said lightly, "It's you, do you want to compete with the old man in cooking?"

In a word, Quinn Conrad was sweating profusely, and hurriedly bowed and whispered: "Senior was joking, with the cooking skills of this junior, even if he practiced it for decades, it is still not one ten-thousandth as good as his senior!"

Quinn Conrad was also suffering in his heart, he glanced at Emily Clark secretly, and he wanted to swallow her alive!

All the well-known chefs in the north have more or less been taught by the old chef fairy. If they know that they dare to insult the majesty of the old chef fairy, then I probably don't have to continue to work in this industry anymore!

"Humph!"

The old chef fairy snorted softly, and said loudly: "Since Miss Shaw invites me to come out, and it is a foreign distinguished guest, then I will entertain you with the most authentic Hunga cuisine!"

"Wait here!"

Domineeringly left a word and walked towards the back kitchen. Mr. Karen, who was a bit confused, spoke broken Chinese and asked curiously, "Who is this old man?"

Dixon Bailey on the side smiled and said, "He, but our national treasure chef, known as the old chef fairy!"

"To put it simply, if Mr. Conrad's craftsmanship can catch up to the level of a Michelin-starred chef, then the level of the old chef is enough to be called the master of all Michelin-starred chefs!"

In the unparalleled expectation of Mr. Karen, the old chef appeared holding a tray, walked straight to Mr. Karen, and handed the tray forward: "Here, try the most authentic craftsmanship of our Hunga!"

Mr. Karen frowned slightly, pointing to the bowl on the tray: "Isn't this just a bowl of noodles?"

That's right!

What the old chef made is a bowl of noodles that ordinary people have eaten. If there is a difference, it is that there is an extra round poached egg!

"Noodle?"

The old chef smiled disdainfully: "Big beard, the foreigner who ate my bowl of noodles last time has now been re-elected as the third head of state of their country!"

Mr. Karen's Chinese is not good. Although he couldn't understand what the old chef said, after all, they brought it to him. For the most basic politeness, he carefully picked up a chopstick and put it in his mouth.

The moment the soft incense entered the mouth, Mr. Karen's eyes froze for a moment, and then, under the stunned gaze of everyone, he poured the noodles in the bowl into his mouth desperately at a speed like a wild dog grabbing food, and finally licked it. Looking at the bottom of the bowl, he said with satisfaction, "It's so delicious! I've never eaten such delicious noodles! No! I've never eaten such delicious noodles!"

"I dare to swear, even God has never eaten such a delicacy!"

Seeing Mr. Karen's reaction, the winner of this culinary competition is already clear!

Tyrus Wilson cast a glance at Emily Clark, whose face was as ugly as eating a dead mouse, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, then he poked Elena Shaw, and pouted at Mr. Karen, who immediately recovered from his stupefaction, With a winner's smile on his face, he walked towards Mr. Karen: "Mr. Karen, are you satisfied with the gift Mus Group prepared for you?"

"Satisfied! So satisfied!"

Mr. Karen said excitedly: "You guys really moved me so much, I decided that this cooperation partner is..."

"Wait a moment!"

Emily Clark's voice sounded immediately, and she regained a smile on her face, walked over slowly, and said to Mr. Karen with a smile: "Food is precious, but it is just a momentary appetite. Mr. Karen is Legends in the jewelry world, such eternal jewelry, naturally need the most gorgeous clothes as a foil."

"Mr. Karen Suwen loves Hunga culture. Dow specially prepared this gift for the master. I believe the master will like it very much!"

As he spoke, he beckoned, and a servant came over with a brocade box in his hands. Emily Clark took it, opened the brocade box and shook it, and a bright red Hunga costume appeared in front of her eyes.

The Hunga costume is red on the top and dark on the bottom, with a pattern of a purple dragon across the shoulders. It is domineering yet graceful, elegant and dignified.

Seeing this dress, Mr. Karen trembled with excitement: "My God! Miss Clark, are you an angel sent by God?"

"How do you know that besides food, my favorite thing is your Hunga traditional Hunga costume!"

"This dress is simply... simply perfect!"

Seeing Mr. Karen's excited expression, Emily Clark glanced at Elena Shaw secretly, showed a smug smile, and then said: "Look at this silk, it is the top silk from Suzhou and Hangzhou, and this dragon pattern is more It is sewn with gold thread made by Wanzu Finance, and all of them reflect dignity."

"But the most valuable thing is its maker!"

"This is the first Hunga costume in my country specially hired by Clark Group. Rose May and Miss May sew it by hand. Miss May only makes three pieces of clothing by herself every year. It has always been ordered by those big figures who have all hands and eyes before they are made. In order to obtain this valuable Hunga costume, Dow, also spent a lot of effort!"

"Such a precious gift, is it really going to be given to me?"

Emily Clark smiled: "Mr. Karen is a leader in the industry. If we reach a cooperation with Dow and become our closest partner, Mr. Karen is eligible to own this Tang suit!"

The meaning of the words couldn't be more obvious, and Mr. Karen also showed a look of hesitation on his face.

After thinking for a long time, he suddenly said to Elena Shaw with an apologetic expression: "Miss Shaw, I'm sorry!"

"Although that bowl of noodles is the best I've ever eaten, but I really like this dress, I can only say sorry to you and Mus Group, I promise you that my next piece of jewelry Once the design is released, it will be handed over to Mus Group for production as soon as possible!"

A triumphant smile flashed across Emily Clark's face.

Elena Shaw looked disappointed, she had already reached this point, and in the end, she was still defeated.

"Wait a moment."

Tyrus Wilson suddenly grabbed the dress in his hands, looked at it casually, and then said with a disdainful smile: "Mr. Karen, a fake Hunga costume, did you just capture you like this?"

"what?!"

Mr. Karen's eyes widened immediately: "You said it was a fake!"

"Nonsense!"

Emily Clark frowned and looked at Elena Shaw: "Miss Shaw, can't you afford to lose like that?"

"Could it be that if you have such a big belly, you can't beat me, so you start to slander me?"

Everyone started talking again, and the slight favor they had just had for Elena Shaw began to decline one after another.

Tyrus Wilson disagrees: "You say it's genuine, what's the basis?"

Emily Clark snorted coldly: "Since you asked, then I will let you give up completely!"

Then, he took out two pieces of paper from the brocade box: "This is a certificate signed by Miss May, and the other is a Hunga costume ownership certificate with Miss May's seal. Are these two certificates sufficient proof? "

"cut!"

Tyrus Wilson snorted disdainfully, then grabbed the Hunga costume and exposed the collar of the clothes: "Then you must not know that any clothes made by Miss May herself will be marked with the original collar label." The three words Rose May are sewn in a unique way to distinguish the true from the false!"

"This is the most powerful anti-counterfeiting mark!"

Why does Tyrus Wilson know so clearly? Because in the Northen Corps, Tyrus Wilson prefers Tang suits. Rose May produces three pieces a year, and two of them will be sent to the Northen Corps. They have been worn for five years without change. , how could he not know?

After listening, Emily Clark couldn't help but sneered: "After talking so much, it sounds quite reasonable. I didn't know, but I thought you wore clothes made by Miss May!"

"But the reality is, as a person like you, I'm afraid you haven't even seen the clothes made by Miss May?"

"In that case, what you said is a pitiful joke!"

"hehe……"

"How do you know that I haven't seen it, and how do you know that what I said is a joke!"

"Humph!"

Emily Clark looked at him determinedly: "Even our imposing Clark Group had to work hard to buy one. If a poor boy like you has seen it, I will cut this dress to pieces immediately , and in front of everyone, admit that I, Emily Clark, have no eyesight and have never seen the world!"

"I don't know if you've seen the world, but this dress, no matter what, must be cut off!"

Suddenly, a muffled voice sounded, and according to the reputation, an old lady in a classical Tang suit was slowly pushed in a wheelchair.

Emily Clark frowned, and said unhappily, "Who are you? What do security guards do? Can even a crippled old woman enter such an occasion casually?!"

"hehe……"

The old lady smiled softly: "I'm old but not talented, the lame old woman you're talking about is the so-called maker of the dress in your hand, Rose May."