No matter how Yang Lao said, he is also a master-level figure, no matter where he is, those who have seen him are respectful to him.

It's a good day, not only was he slandered by such a stinky person, but he was also told by a group of people who didn't know where to come from, and he couldn't swallow this breath no matter what.

"Do you have the courage to compete with me in cooking?"

It's a mule or a horse, pull it out and slip away.

Yang Lao really doesn't believe in this evil, he is young, what ability can he have?

Zhang Ping snorted and laughed directly, "Don't you think it's funny? Why should I compete with you in cooking, is it because I'm full and have nothing to do?"

Yang Lao looked superior from beginning to end, and felt that he was willing to give him a chance to compete, which was simply a gift to him, which made Zhang Ping very displeased.

Wang Junhao blinked, he didn't know what he thought, a smile crawled to his face, stood next to Yang and began to add oil and vinegar, wanting to make this fire burn more vigorously.

"Don't you dare to compare, I see, you are born to be just a master who can pretend to be a ghost!" Wang Junhao said.

No way!

It's really an uncle who can bear it, but an aunt who can't bear it.

Zhang Ping didn't say anything, but Wang Biao on the side was already scolding in his heart.

Zhang Ping is a high-ranking immortal figure in his heart, how can he tolerate someone saying this about Zhang Ping.

"Brother Ping, otherwise we will agree to compare with them, this Yang Lao is a famous chef, if you can suppress him, not only my Dingsheng Restaurant, but your Ping'an Restaurant will definitely rise a few more popularity. Wang Biao whispered in Zhang Ping's ear.

"It's okay to play, there has to be some bet, otherwise it's too boring to compare like this?" After thinking about it, Zhang Ping felt that this was indeed the truth, so he said.

Wang Junhao had been waiting for him for a long time, just waiting for this guy to get into his trap, as for what to bet on, he didn't care.

"What to bet on? As long as you are willing to compete with Yang Lao to compete in cooking, you can bet on whatever you say!"

Zhang Ping glanced at him with slanted eyes, after today's incident, I believe that more people will know the existence of him Zhang Ping, the "chef", so it is not useless to compete with him.

"If you have the guts, bet that if we win, you will close the restaurant opposite, and if you win, we will close the restaurant!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was in an uproar.

It's a big bet, and no matter which side loses, the price is a little too heavy.

Wang Biao was listening to it with relish, but when he heard this condition by chance, he almost didn't scare his legs.

This is his own restaurant, if he loses even the only restaurant, then he is really salted fish and it is difficult to turn over!

Although Wang Junhao wanted to gamble, after hearing this condition, he couldn't help but hesitate.

Because he wasn't sure that the person he had invited was 100 percent sure that he could win against the person in front of him, and if he lost, his mother would have to beat him to death.

However, with so many people watching, he is now riding a tiger.

And, a few minutes ago, I was still full of promises, how could I go back on my word?

Yang Lao looked at his hesitant appearance, and he was also angry in his heart, this is simply not believing in his cooking skills, that is just a stinky boy who has not dried up, and he has no great ability.

However, if there are actors he hired here, things will not be easy.

So before the game, he had to make a reasonable request to protect his interests from being deceived.

"I ask that a few people be randomly selected from the scene to taste together!"

Wang Junhao looked at him in surprise, this old guy actually made the decision for himself, it was really unreasonable.

It's really a guy who relies on the old and sells the old, and he hasn't even nodded in agreement.

Elder Yang knew that Wang Junhao was dissatisfied in his heart, but he also knew that he would not stop him, because even if they wanted to retreat now, it would be impossible.

For today's plan, the only way to do it is to bite the bullet.

"Whatever you want, you can smoke as many as you want!" Zhang Parallel sat upright, not afraid of him making all this nonsense.

slandered his egg fried rice like this, Zhang Ping wanted to say in his heart that if he had no opinion, it must be fake.

Zhang Ping now just has a few golden feather eggs left, and he can use them, maybe he can take advantage of this to make a small profit.

Since Elder Yang has decided to show his talents, there are really a lot of things to prepare.

A long table was filled with fresh ingredients, whether they were flying in the sky or swimming in the sea, but everything that could be found in this world was neatly arranged on the table.

Those knives were even more anxious, some of them were made of dark iron, and even his white apron, which was made of absolute silk, made the surface very smooth, basically non-sticky with oil smoke.

All in all, in one word, full marks!

Because in order to ensure absolute fairness, it is done on the spot in front of the public.

Compared with the gorgeousness on Yang's side, Zhang Ping's side is simply mediocre, just put two golden feather eggs in the basket, as well as some spices and red petal crushed powder prepared by himself, which can't be described with the words monotonous.

Wang Biao leaned over and whispered, "Brother Ping, are you sure this is feasible?" Or what ingredients do you need now, brother, I'll get them all for you!"

Zhang Ping glanced at the abundant ingredients opposite, he understood Wang Biao's worries, but Zhang Ping felt that even if there were more ingredients, what was the use?

The main thing is to look at the final result.

"No need, you can just stand by and maintain order!"

Save it for no reason, someone comes to make trouble.

Even if Wang Biao is not at ease with 10 million, he can only retreat honestly now.

Boss Yang waved his hand, just to fight with him, there were four people, washing vegetables, cutting vegetables, each of them had a clear division of labor.

Yang Lao directly picked a knife in his hand, and today he wants to make his own specialty dish - tofu Shih.

Although the process is very long, the resulting dishes are like handicrafts, and people are reluctant to take a bite.

Compared with the meticulous carving on his side, Zhang Ping's side seems to be much more casual, as if he is not here to try to cook, as if he is at his own home.

The only difference from just now is that this time the amount is very large, the whole pot is full, and the arm needs to use more strength to put the rice that has been fried one by one, with the help of the force that came out of the arm, tie the pot and press it down, the rice will fly into the air, and then return to the pot at a very fast speed.

Just when everyone thought he was going to come up with some unique tricks, they saw him casually sprinkle some seasoning in the pot, stir-fry a few times, and then turn off the heat directly.

Wang Biao smelled the smell and walked over directly, he didn't eat the egg fried rice just now, not to mention how sorry it was, now there is a big pot full, it is simply his gospel.

If he takes advantage of the chaos to eat a bite or two, no one should find out, right?