It turned out that those comments were blaming themselves for robbing them of their last bit of food, but it's no wonder, if you change yourself, you can probably fight with each other, because these things are worth it.

All the farce ended quietly.

Those reporters, who added fuel and vinegar, described this incident more exaggeratedly, and more people came to admire it, and sometimes, the tickets in the audience can be sold for hundreds of thousands of dollars.

Since the end of that competition, Zhang Ping has been on the hot search on his mobile phone, or on the newspapers and magazines of major media, all of which are describing things about himself, writing about his cooking skills superbly, and even cutting vegetables has been described by those reporters as if it were a battlefield of a big war.

Every scene described above in words looks so passionate and thrilling, not only on this small island, but also in the streets and alleys of the outside world, or in the circle of those aristocratic people, Zhang Ping is very familiar with it.

Some people even dug up all the information about Zhang Pingzu's eighteen generations because of curiosity.

Some chefs even cropped out a photo of Zhang Ping and pasted it in their rooms, worshipping him three times a day.

Zhang Ping didn't know that because of such a competition, he could be on an equal footing with the Bodhisattva, and even some unscrupulous merchants showed a large number of photos of Zhang Ping and sold them to those ignorant girls at a high price, making a lot of money.

Luo Feng sighed secretly when he saw it, being a chef can do this, it is absolutely unprecedented, and there is no one in the future.

"If you go out now, you probably won't be able to come back!" he said with some schadenfreude, after all, all the hardcore fans on the island are now Zhang Ping.

It's also thanks to those fans who don't know where Zhang Ping lives, otherwise, there will inevitably be a commotion.

"You're still in the mood to gloat, be careful that you're the one who is unlucky in the future. Zhang Ping took a bite of the cucumber and calmed down his heart, for those girls who almost lost their minds, he was also a big head.

Now he doesn't even dare to go out of the door, those girls are like zombies, completely irrational, and when they see him, they can't wait to knock him down on the spot.

That terrible appearance, he estimates that it may become a psychological shadow for his life, and it will never linger.

When Luo Feng heard his words, he smiled indifferently, patted his thin chest and said, "I hope this kind of thing happened to me, but God it doesn't have long eyes, and I can't help it." ”

He sighed a little helplessly, secretly sighing that God was unfair, if he could be chased by so many girls, it is estimated that he would be able to wake up laughing in his dreams, and there would be green smoke on the ancestral grave.

But such a good thing didn't fall on his head, so he couldn't help it, after all, luck can't be forced.

"If you want such a blessing, I am willing to give it to you, and I don't need it anyway, and it is not rare. ”

Zhang Ping wants to return to a peaceful life, cultivate well, and return to his original strength as soon as possible, but this can't be done.

He has to keep making money, because only money can buy those expensive medicinal materials and help him recover his strength, which is destined to make him have to show his face before recovering his strength, which is a painful decision.

"Come on, you, hit me here, I want those girls to chase now, but no one else birds birds me, you don't have to be cheap and behave. ”

Luo Feng was bored lying on the sofa, stretching out his finger and pointing to the sky, "It's also to blame this god for not having long eyes." ”

As soon as his words fell, there was a rumbling thunder, which frightened him and quickly retracted his fingers, and the next half of the sentence did not come out.

Zhang Ping looked at his strange behavior, he really couldn't hold back, and laughed directly.

This guy is just a little too funny.

In the white private villa, several high-rise people in Rongcheng sat on the sofa, leisurely holding red wine in their hands, and a few brand-new newspapers on the transparent coffee table.

There was an off-white photo on the newspaper, and the person in the photo was taken on the day of the competition, wearing a white chef's uniform.

An old man in his sixties, stretching out his thin fingers, knocked on the photo a few times, "Look at it, just such an inconspicuous person, who has set off such a big storm, why can't I receive a little wind before, and your ability to do things is too poor." ”

"We didn't think of this, how could we deceive you, after all, we are partners, as long as Long Yun, this child, becomes the kitchen god of this generation, it will be good for all of us. The middle-aged man next to him nodded and apologized, and refilled another glass of red wine for the young man next to him.

The young man was Long Yun, the leader of the Rongcheng team, and I saw him casually shaking the red wine, letting the red wine slowly ferment, revealing a mellow taste.

Long Yun's eyes were always slowly closed, his face was leisurely, and he didn't feel half nervous because of the sudden appearance of competitors, this calmness was not what he should have at his age.

"Uncle, what are you so worried about? Don't you still believe in your nephew's strength?"

He spoke in a crisp voice with a hint of confidence.

I saw that the old man in his sixties shook his head, "It's not that I don't believe in your strength, but this sudden danger, if you don't pay attention to it, it may become a stumbling block for you in the future." ”

They can't afford to gamble, the game is only once every ten years, and Rongcheng must definitely seize the opportunity this time and not lose.

The old man who spoke was Long Yun's uncle, named Long Yu, who was also the leader of the team this time, responsible for clearing all the obstacles for Long Yun, but any opponent who might become a threat would be secretly killed by them to ensure that he could get the first place.

"This time, I hope to win this competition on my own, I don't want the participation of the family, you know what I mean?"

Although he is young, the tone of his voice is very old-fashioned, and he has lived in a family of intrigues since he was a child, and he is also a ruthless character to be able to mix with today's status.

He looked at the young man in the newspaper, Zhang Ping in the photo looked younger than him, he hadn't tasted the food himself, but he was also full of curiosity.

He has never been false about his craft, and he can even be said to be full of confidence, there are few people in this world who are his opponents, and he dares to pack a ticket for this sentence.

Otherwise, in that huge place in Rongcheng, he would not have been chosen to lead the team, nor would he be the backbone. I want to talk about "I Have a Food Hall" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find a confidant~