Oga narrowed his eyes and glanced at the two in front of him with a condescending gaze. Even if the other party launched a duel against him, for him, he didn't care at all. Because the difference in strength between the two sides is too great. No matter what effort the other party makes, the opposite result will not be obtained.

After a long silence, Oga said in the back kitchen, which had fallen silent, "Okay, I'll agree to this duel!

Suddenly, the chefs on Ogga's side let out a loud noise. He shouted that he would completely defeat these two people who were not capable of doing anything. The eyes were staring at the two of them, and it seemed that these two people didn't weigh their own pounds, and they dared to challenge Mr. Ogga.

On one side is the high-spirited Oga side, and on the other side is the lonely kitchen corner. Barna's face was full of sorrow, although for a while his blood was on his head, and he fought this duel. But his main reason is to stop Oga for a while, and he is not really going towards defeating the other party.

Barna didn't have much hope of victory, let alone outperform Mr. Oga in cooking.

After all, the strength of the other party is extremely strong, and he is also the person who is recognized as the highest in the back kitchen, and has irreplaceable strength. On the other hand, there is a half-baked chef and a running hall who doesn't even have cooking skills. He thought that as long as he didn't lose the face of the shopkeeper in this cooking showdown, it would be a good ending.

"What's the matter, with a bitter face, didn't you bring up this duel first? I was considerate and thoughtful, helped you round the scene, and made Oga agree to a duel. Now that you have wiped your mouth after eating, you don't give me a five-star review, and you want a red envelope without a threshold. It's too much, you know?" said Leah.

Barna bowed his head in silence. Although the competition is cold dishes, which is his best dish, he still has no chance of winning under the gap in strength. Because, his strength level is more than a star and a half worse than that of Ogala.

It may not be appropriate to compete with the strength of a child against the strength of an adult. But an ordinary young man is very consistent with a strong man with a bear's waist and a tiger's back. He had a fight, but he had no chance of winning.

Seeing Barna's gloomy appearance, Leah couldn't help patting the other party's shoulder, and said strangely: "Barna, you're also the chef, right? And you've been in charge of the back kitchen for so many days, don't you even have a fifty percent certainty? Cooking this kind of thing, what's the big deal, make a few dishes that Oga can't cook, and give them to a few people around to eat, anyway, there are no judges, and it's not formal, so you can't count anything." As for whether it tastes good or not, as long as it doesn't taste excessive, it's not all about one mouth?" she shrugged, unimpressed by Barna's concerns.

Barna, however, shook his head weakly.

In order to make the other party understand, Barna first took an unprocessed fruit and placed it on the table next to him. This table is like Ogga's old dinner plate, with a numerical display at the bottom. When the fruit and vegetables are placed on it, they also show a fixed value.

Barna then picked it up, made two simple cuts, revealed the shiny core in the center, and put it back in. I saw that the value not only did not decrease because the skin of the fruit and vegetables was cut off, but increased a little again.

Leah looked at the table and blinked in surprise. She used to only care about delivering food. I didn't realize that this table still had this purpose.

However, it can also be guessed that the side hustle of chef, like other side hustles, not only has the level of rank, the quality of the production, the preference of the style and the number of audiences. There's also a very rigid way of calculating it.

It's like putting a dish on a scale, and the higher the value, the higher the quality of the dish. In order to defeat the opponent, in addition to the skill of handling the ingredients, it is necessary to use higher-grade materials.

However, the grade of materials that can be handled is closely related to the grade of the chef.

The higher the level of the chef, the higher the level of ingredients that can be handled, which means the greater the probability of victory. And Oga is the person with the highest rank and strength in the back kitchen. It was on the basis of strength that he sat in the position of chef before.

No wonder Oga has no fear. Obviously, he knew the huge strength gap between the two. This kind of gap is simply not possible to be raised in a moment and a half, or suddenly explode.

Barna and Oga are not at the same level at all!

Therefore, Barna knows deeply that this duel is impossible to win!

Oga on the side has confidently taken some of the ingredients in the material area to his own area, and showed his knives, cutting them gorgeously and elegantly. The whole step is like a cloud of clouds, and there is no obstacle or stagnation. And the chefs around him were even more confident, and Mr. Ogaga's chest was straighter. Obviously, the victory or loss of this duel has exceeded a large margin in terms of morale.

"Hey, Bana-san, do you want to win Ogala?" Leah suddenly patted Barna on the shoulder.

Barna was silent, then nodded cautiously. He knew that although Oga was no longer a chef, he still had a fairly strong strength and foundation, and it was almost impossible to climb over this high wall.

However, just today, for some reason, a desire to defeat the other party surged in his heart. The emergence of this kind of thought surprised him. After all, in the past, he never thought about defeating anyone, he just wanted to stay in the back kitchen smoothly and comfortably, and repay the kindness of the shopkeeper to him.

Could it be that Oga went too far today and invaded the territory of Mr. Shopkeeper. Did it make him think like this?

Hearing the answer, Leah waved her hand and said, "Okay, Barna, you go and prepare some fruits and vegetables according to my request, I won't say anything else, the only thing to pay attention to is-"

Leah pointed to the group of fanatical chefs opposite, and said in a heartfelt voice, "The grade is one level higher than theirs!"

Barna was stunned. Dumbfounded, he looked at the girl in front of him. It seems that there is some disbelief in what the other party said, whether the other party said it wrong.

However, as the subject of the matter, Leah did not feel strange at all about her words: "Barna, why are you stunned? Is there something wrong with what I said? If we don't have a higher rank, we won't have lost?"

Before meeting, the girl tilted her head, looking puzzled, and then turned into a very positive look. Barna was a little dumbfounded, there was really nothing wrong with what he said.

Seeing that the two of them were in a brief conversation, they arrogantly decided to take high-grade ingredients. The chefs around him burst into laughter. That's crazy to say, isn't it? The difficulty of handling the ingredients at the upper and lower levels is not a little worse! The gap between the two sides is like a stream and a river! He can stop the stream, but he can never stop the river!

They are also laughing at their ignorance and stupidity. Stupid words come casually, with high-grade ingredients, you can win? Then why don't you take third-order and fourth-order ingredients? Why don't you lift a fruit tree and raise your head to come over? As soon as you make a move, you can make them tremble!

However, even if these fruits and vegetables are brought over, the measured scores will still be low!

In addition, it is impossible to make a dish without processing the ingredients!

After all, it's impossible to put a wild name on the menu and just bring the original ingredients to the table and say one more: do it yourself, have plenty of food and clothing. If the guest does it himself, then what does the chef do? Then what does he come to this hotel for? Buy a few pounds, go home and peel it for fun, what style do you want, come here to eat finger vegetables?

With a laugh, Barna walked darkly towards the materials area. According to Leah, look for some high-end ingredients. The ingredients she asked him to find were simple, the higher the grade, the better, and the harder the shell, the better.

After Barna retrieved the ingredients.

Under the gaze of everyone, the girl actually stood in the position of the chef and picked up the knife!

When everyone saw this, they were stunned for a while. The whole hall laughed again, laughing more cheerfully than before. The girl had stood in the same position with Barna before, and kept saying that there would be a duel, but the crowd didn't pay attention to it at all. I just thought that she had a good relationship with Barna, so I just helped him say a few words! I never thought that she would participate in the production, after all, she was a runner, she didn't have any cooking skills, let alone any opinions, she couldn't see the situation clearly, and it was normal to not know that she was a good cook.

But now I'm involved in the production! It's a big joke. It's as if Xiucai picked up a kitchen knife and the tailor picked up a scale. People who can't even tell the ingredients can still make a dish?

Is this intended to help, or is it intended to cause trouble?

Do you think everybody can do the same thing as a chef? Handle the ingredients well? That looks simple, but it's never easy to make! Otherwise, wouldn't everyone be able to go into the back kitchen and become a chef?

The girl picked up the knife with confidence, as if the suspicions around her were her own actions to prove it! She now aimed at the purple-shelled melon with three fists in front of her, and then paused for a moment, her whole body relaxed, exhaled, and inhaled, as if she had mastered the rhythm of her breathing during this time, and had made her body consistent with the outside world.

After a while, the girl's eyes suddenly froze, as if she had grasped the rhythm of her own breathing. Almost without hesitation, when he raised his hand, above the knife light, the cold light was exposed, and he cut it with one knife!

I saw that between the sword light, lightning and thunder!

A muffled sound was heard from the fruit......

The crowd looked intently.

Good guys!

It was actually split and flying!