"What's wrong with the girl? Could it be that your mother is not a woman? Where did you come from without a woman?" Don't look at Jasmine's age, but she is a pungent character, otherwise it would be impossible to gain a foothold in Wuyue City.

After these few words, the man's face was red, after all, he was a man in his forties, and he really couldn't say such harsh words as Jasmine.

Even the junior next to him couldn't help but redden, but he also felt that he deserved it.

Coming here from Wuyue City, I held my breath in my heart, this guy relied on his high seniority, and he was angry with others at every turn, what is going on?

Didn't you just hear that Zhang Ping was brought here on a special yacht, and he himself had to come over as a guest ship, so his heart was extremely unbalanced?

Speaking of which, the people selected by their Wuyue City are indeed dazzling enough, they are completely a combination of men, women and children, not as neat as their teams, so at the beginning, whether it was the audience or those reporters, they were not optimistic about them.

Some reporters even bypassed them to interview other teams, and didn't care about them sitting here, which made the slightly older chefs a little embarrassed, and complained about how they followed such a poor team, and complained that the place where they were born was too bad.

So when I sat down for half an hour, everyone in Wuyue City was more or less uncomfortable, but this did not include Zhang Ping.

He does what he should do, he will not be affected by those people, he is over there with Erlang's legs, playing with his mobile phone, recently he was picked up by Luo Feng, and he became obsessed with a new type of game, and the more he played, the more interesting he felt.

Usually patronizing the cultivation, there is no extra time to relax, and if you don't play at this time now, it is simply a waste of time, everyone just sits like this, what's the point of staring at each other?

Could it be that you can really rely on your own eyes to stare your opponent and admit defeat alive? If Zhang Ping was serious, he might really be able to do it, but obviously Zhang Ping didn't have such an idea.

In the end, as long as it is a competition, it will naturally compete, as long as you have the strength, you will not be vain, only those who are not confident in themselves will always think that they are inferior.

Zhang Ping pursed his lips, he would never feel like this.

However, he entertained himself here, which also attracted the dissatisfaction of many people, including the person who was choked by Jasmine just now.

"These people don't have a sense of responsibility at all, they don't have any rules for the game, and they still have the leisure to play games at this moment, and sure enough, young girls and young men like you are too self-centered, and they don't prioritize things at all. ”

The middle-aged cook spoke in a weird manner, and when he lost Zhang Ping, he didn't forget to lose Jasmine together, but he didn't forget that this little girl made him embarrassed in front of everyone.

Zhang Ping didn't say anything, he was still doing his own thing, he didn't need to be angry with those unworthy people now, it was just a waste of time.

But Jasmine is different, she is completely a master who is unwilling to suffer, and when she heard the other party scolding Huai to describe her, it was completely fried.

"Say what you want to say, don't be like an old bald donkey, you think you're amazing. Jasmine has a mouth, but no matter what occasion it is, she can say whatever comes to mind.

“……”

The other party is sudden!

The two people are not at the same level at all, one is used to mixing on various occasions, and the other is a person who is pretentious and unwilling to say a word, and the competition between the two can be imagined.

The middle-aged cook may also know that he is not the opponent of this little girl, so he decisively chooses to keep his mouth shut, and his flushed cheeks are like a palette, changing in all colors.

……

After about half an hour, all the people came, and the host invited the media to the side, except for the specific machine operators, there can be no idle people on the scene, etc., which is also for absolute fairness.

The host was a young man in his twenties, he was holding a red script in his hand, but the size of a palm, he cleared his throat and said loudly: "I am very happy that everyone can take time out of their busy schedules to gather here, we have ushered in the 10-year chef competition, I feel very honored to be able to be the host......

The opening remarks are a bunch of useless words, and in addition to the whiskers, some rules of the game are introduced.

But for these rules of the game, others may not know or understand, but Zhang Ping can recite it backwards, thanks to Yang Lao's credit, otherwise he would really be too lazy to remember so much information.

So when everyone pricked up their ears and listened carefully, he was still playing the game by himself.

It's about to clear the customs, and this is a crucial moment, just when Zhang Ping is in high spirits......

Syllable!

A slap fell directly on his shoulder from behind, Zhang Ping had rough skin and thick flesh, but he didn't feel much, this is also because his slap was not hostile, otherwise Zhang Ping would have fallen over his shoulder, making the person behind him taste the taste of wanting to die.

Zhang turned his head, and what caught his eye was Liu Yan's extremely angry face.

"When is it, you're still playing games here, so many media are shooting, you should give some face. Liu Yan was able to stay here as an on-site guide, and said helplessly at this time.

If these reporters go back and write nonsense, Wuyue City will not even have room to turn over, and they may be falsely rumored by the outside world, and it will become something unbearable.

Zhang Ping was also innocent, he felt that he was familiar enough with the rules.

"You old man was shocked, don't worry, I've memorized those rules backwards!" Zhang Ping waved his hand absently.

Liu Yan was a little speechless and helped his head, of course he knew, but wasn't this a critical moment?

Those reporters are so gossipy, if they really catch a little gossip factor, some of them can make them scribble, and then it will be troublesome.

"You put your phone away now, those reporters are very good monkeys, and it won't be good if they see them. ”

Liu Yan only felt that his heart was about to jump to his throat, this is a game, why doesn't this little ancestor understand the stakes of things?

Zhang Ping looked up a little helplessly, he pointed at the reporters, "Have you seen any reporters who have pointed their cameras at us? They are all busy filming those kitchen gods from big cities, all of whom have a certain reputation, and when they come out of a small place like ours, they may think that they are like us writing in their newspapers, and they all think that it is such a place." ”

No matter where they are, the law of the jungle has remained unchanged since ancient times, and people like them who have neither fame nor hype will not care about them at all.

Liu Yan looked in the direction pointed by Zhang Ping, it was indeed the same, those reporters were all busy filming those kitchen gods, and they didn't even bother to give them a look.

To say that this society is really an era of dogs looking down on people, they have no background, so they are arranged in this most remote corner, not to mention that those reporters can't see them, maybe even the audience on stage doesn't know about their existence.

Coupled with the fact that their uniform costumes are very low-key, if it weren't for the fact that this position was in the venue, it would not be surprising that they would not be treated as spectators. 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~