Entertainment: From Dragon Sleeve To Superstar

The tourists from Brown Island seem to be in a good mood.

I was able to meet a person here who could communicate with him in a language he was familiar with.

He put the cabbage slices, radish slices, and potato slices into the shabu-shabu according to Mu Han's instructions.

The tumbling soup pot, with the boiling of the soup, the fragrance overflows.

There were no other guests at this time, and Mu Han simply sat down on the sidelines, drinking tea while sitting there, and when it was time to eat, he said to the tourists in Jaipur.

The visitor from Phi Chau nodded. It was the first time he had eaten this kind of food. He didn't know the taste, and he was full of curiosity and expectation.

Because he was not used to chopsticks, he used a knife and a fork to combine the cabbage slices and radish slices from the soup pot and put them on the plate in front of him.

Then I tried to eat it.

Zhao Wei, Liu Yan, and Zhou Dongyu beside them all looked nervous.

Although it smells good, it's really hard to tell how it tastes.

After all, if it is in China.

With a prepared base material, even if you just cook some vegetables to eat, the taste can be improvised.

But here, it's not comparable to domestic ones, and there is no such thing as finished pot bottoms for sale.

It can only be configured by the radish.

The tourists from Brown Island first put the cabbage in their mouths and chewed slowly...

Zhao Wei and the others became even more nervous, and they looked at them for an instant.

next moment.

Suddenly, the eyes of the Feizhou Ophthalmology Department brightened, and he swallowed the cabbage with a scream. You must quickly taste the sliced ​​radish...

The speed has increased a lot.

Then, he gorged on some cabbage and radishes that were put in the plate, and he swallowed it...

The eyes are full of golden light.

Then he quickly used a knife and fork to get the cabbage, carrots and potatoes out of the pot. It was as hungry as if he hadn't eaten anything in eight lifetimes.

"what?"

"what?"

Zhao Wei, Liu Yan and Zhou Dongyu looked at this situation with so big eyes.

Could it be that Mu Han's shabu-shabu is very delicious?

The reaction of tourists from Brown Island does seem to be the case.

Just at this time.

The tourists from Brown Island, while gorging themselves, held out their thumbs at the turnips.

He said in a spirited voice: "Kiligulu, Jiligulu, Jiligulu..."

Although everyone can't understand what I said.

But I can be sure.

A visitor from Brown Island, this is praising Muhan's hot pot, and he is very satisfied with what he eats.

"call…"

Zhao Wei let out a long breath, letting go of the worry in his heart.

but.

He didn't think how delicious the hot pot made by Mu Han was.

At best, it can only be regarded as not unpalatable.

It should be a tourist in Brown Chau, who has never eaten hot pot at all, that's why there is such a reaction.

In short, the tourists who finally pulled in did not dislike it, it was too unpalatable, so just leave.

Inside the live broadcast room.

Fans who were worried about Mu Han, at this time, too, heaved a sigh of relief.

The barrage kept flying up.

"Woc, a hot pot made of bananas. It's super delicious. Look, the guy from Brown Island, the guy who eats it is gobbled up..."

"Yeah... Bananas are really awesome, TM, I understand Interlingua, I also understand Aboriginal languages, and the cooking skills are so good. Look at the look of the tourists from Brown Island, the hot pot made of bananas, it must be super delicious. …"

"Yes, yes, just one word, bananas are awesome..."

"Emmmm... I guess, it doesn’t have to be, how delicious banana hot pot is. It should be the black guy. He has never eaten hot pot at all, and has never mentioned the deliciousness of hot pot. My blue country’s food culture is extensive and profound... so yes. For us, ordinary hot pot, these black old people are also super delicious..."

"It makes sense, it makes sense..."

"Cut... Upstairs, don't know how to beep, the cooking skills of Kung Fu masters are superb..."

"Yes, yes, I don't know what to do, just force it..."

In the longing life, fans who knew Mu Han's cooking skills quit, and immediately became excited.

And at this moment.

Huang Xiaoming smiled, and two more tourists came in...

They are a couple in their 40s.

They are two people from Faguo.

Seeing that another visitor arrived, Zhao Wei stopped paying attention to the tourists from Peizhou, and quickly greeted Liu Yan, and went to greet the two tourists from Faguo.

They exchanged a few sentences in crappy Interlingua, and the two of them sat down.

Zhao Wei looked at Mu Han, and before she could speak, Turnip had already walked towards the back kitchen.

"Oh…"

Zhao Wei held back what he was about to say, a little speechless.

Zhou Dongyu also hurried into the kitchen to help.

Zhao Wei was looking for the topic, chatted with two tourists from Faguo, and stabilized the two.

This is the case now.

A tacit division of labor has been formed.

soon.

Similarly, four plates of radish slices, cabbage slices, and potato slices were brought out by Zhou Dongyu.

Two tourists from Faguo, with question marks on their faces, asked in Interlingua: "How do you eat this thing?"

"This is called hot pot?"

Zhao Wei once again helplessly explained it in crappy Interlingua.

but.

Food culture is different from everyday language, Zhao Wei's crappy Interlingua, hesitate to explain it at all.

"??"

The two tourists from Faguo heard a question mark on their faces.

Until two or three minutes later, when Mu Han was carrying the soup, the two tourists from Faguo were still confused.

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