Lin Han's face was gloomy, he didn't expect that these reporters were targeting him, it was inexplicable!

"If you can't get the top three, how about kneeling down and pouring tea for me in public to admit your mistakes?" Master Qian said with a sly smile.

Isn't this kid arrogant, then let him kneel in front of hundreds of people to see if he dares to be arrogant.

"And what if I win?"

"If you win, how can you win?" Master Qian laughed, and his apprentice was also laughing on the sidelines, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"You guys laugh at the wool, are you still gambling or not?"

"Okay!" Master Qian gritted his teeth, "If you get the top three, how about I call you Master in front of everyone?"

"It's not good, I have to kneel if I lose, you just call me a master if you lose, it's too bad!"

"Besides, I don't want to take you as an apprentice, I don't have any talent for cooking at first glance!"

"You ......"

Master Qian was so angry that he trembled, and his apprentice also looked at Lin Han angrily, eager to stew this kid before he could relieve his anger.

"Okay, if I lose, I'll also kneel down and pour you tea and apologize, okay?" Master Qian gritted his teeth.

"That's pretty much it!"

Lin Han smiled faintly, and saw that a reporter was filming him, and by the way, he made a very earthy 'scissorhands, yes!'

At this moment, the host came to the stage to speak, which was nothing more than some polite official words, and the leaders of the city also spoke a paragraph, and the game began.

This competition has a total of one hour, in this hour, the contestants have to choose the raw materials, to cook the pot, and those who exceed the time will lose!

The other seven tables were in full swing.

Lin Han glanced at the dishes on the table, most of them were those that needed to be carefully handled, such as beef and mutton, sea cucumbers, and so on.

No wonder these people have to bring assistants, and he is only one person, it is not impossible to do these things well, but according to the records in the recipe of the God of Food, if there is not enough time, the taste will be weakened a little.

Time passed minute by minute, Lin Han looked at the big sun hanging in the sky, and he also had a plan in his heart!

The people in the audience couldn't help but be curious when they saw Lin Han motionless.

"Look at Eight, why is he standing still stupidly?"

"Maybe it's stage fright, you see that he is so young, you can't be dumbfounded when you see the other seven master chefs!"

"I saw that he couldn't do it early in the morning, and he didn't even bring an assistant!"

“......”

The melon-eating crowd in the audience sat under the awning and whispered.

Only Zhao Jing frowned, he knew how delicious Lin Han's food was, but why wasn't he in a hurry at all?

The judges in the audience were also stunned, thinking to themselves that this guy wasn't here to make trouble, it's been half an hour, and he hasn't even touched the dishes.

"Boy, my Buddha is about to stew over the wall, what about your dishes? Are you going to let the judges eat the air?"

Master Qian glanced at Lin Han's side after finishing his work, and found that he hadn't even turned on the fire, so he couldn't help laughing and teasing.

"Eat your sister!"

"What did you say?"

Master Qian was furious, he didn't expect Lin Feng to dare to scold him, there were no seniors in his eyes!

"If you are deaf, go to the hospital, don't stir-fry!" Lin Han said lightly.

"You...... Hmph, I don't compete with you for the speed of your words, you wait to kneel down and pour me tea after the game!"

"Dreaming!"

Lin Han turned his head to look at the clock hanging behind him, and found that there were still ten minutes left before the game was over, and he just started to wash the vegetables!