April 28th. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Just after dawn, a silver minivan pulled ingredients and tools to Newage Square, located on the outskirts of the city.

It is said to be a square, but it is actually a shopping mall, but the space around the building is very large, which can accommodate six or seven thousand people at the same time, and there are usually artists who hold events here.

And today, it's all about food.

"Master, thank you, I'll invite you to dinner when I turn around. ”

After unloading all the goods, Zheng Ke waved his hand and said to the driver.

"Master Zheng Ke, just hold it and leave. Good luck with your best of luck!"

"Zheng Ke, who is he?" Asami asked in a low voice as she looked at the van that was gradually moving away.

"He's a truck driver at the restaurant where I work, and the manager lent it to me. ”

Zheng Ke moved the goods to his stall, and the ground was covered with yellow bandages, demarcating the scope of each stall.

The area and location of the stalls are divided according to the strength of the stall owners and the results of the previous edition. For example, the booths of the last year's champion Mozu House and Eizan are not only located in the center of the entire square, but also have a large area, covering 30 square meters.

On the contrary, Zheng Ke, who relied on the fruit of Mu Jiuzhi Yuan to get a stall, had neither financial resources nor achievements, and was only arranged to the most corner place.

"Really, Senior Sister Mu Jiuzhi is also more or less looking for a good place, how can there be achievements in such a remote place. ”

Asami pouted, her face full of sorrow.

Even if the location is remote, what is even more depressing is that the place is small, but four or five square meters, and after the things are put away, there is only a place for standing people.

Today, Asami Sugisaki actually wants to sleep in the dormitory, but after launching the "third surprise attack" on Zheng Ke, in order to atone for her sins (in fact, she was threatened by Zheng Ke), and the main (bei) moved (po) to become a helper.

"It's good to be able to come in, but without the help of Senior Sister Kikuchi, we wouldn't have been able to come in at all. ”

Zheng Ke can think about these things, others can't let you participate in the competition, and they have to give you the best location, right?

After all, Kikuchi Engo is only ten masters, not a terrifying existence like Nagi Senzaemon.

After Zheng Ke and Asami placed the goods on the cart, people also began to come in one after another, most of them were staff from major stalls, setting up their own tents and workbenches.

As time passed, a lot of people had gathered around the square, and Zheng Ke glanced at his mobile phone, it was already eight o'clock. Under normal circumstances, at this time, the person in charge of each stall will arrive one after another, and then at nine o'clock, the fried chicken wing competition will officially begin.

"Zheng Ke, be careful, Xiaoxi is coming towards us. Asami reminded Zheng Ke, who was bending down to prepare the ingredients.

Zheng Ke raised his head, and sure enough, not far away, Konishi Hiroki walked towards their stall with four or five first-grade juniors.

(It's a shame to see this bastard early in the morning.) ）

Zheng Ke muttered in his heart.

But others come over deliberately, you can't drive others away, not to mention that there is a table between him and Konishi, and it is not too convenient to drive people away.

"Yo, let me see who this is? Isn't this the best transfer student in our school? Tsk, how can you set up a stall in such a shabby place? Doesn't this match your identity?"

Hiroki Konishi grinned, looking like a cracked pie.

"Hehe, there is an old saying in Huaxia, called 'good wine is not afraid of deep alleys', as long as the things are good, it is impossible to have no customers. On the contrary, there are people whose geographical location is good, but I am a pustule and blind in such a good place. For this kind of person, there is also a fixed saying in Huaxia, called 'occupy the pit and do not pull the flight'. ”

Asami, who was depressed in her heart, heard Zheng Ke's words, "fluttered" and burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at you, senior. ”

Asami secretly twisted Zheng Ke, and it was okay to say these words, which made her look ugly.

Konishi Hiroki's face turned red instantly, he glanced at Asami, and instantly stopped his gaze on Zheng Ke's body.

"Asami, I don't blame you. I know that none of what you said meant was yours. After being with this kid, I was brainwashed by this kid. I'm going to let you know today that this kid is a bastard who doesn't know how to learn. ”

(Why is the blame on me?)

Zheng Ke didn't understand how Hiroki Konishi came to this conclusion.

"Zheng Ke, I don't care what method you use to confuse Asami, but today I must make you lose completely. The winner of the tournament can only be me, and you, as well as that bastard of Edaza Aizaya, will be my stepping stone. ”

"The original words are Fenghua. It's a pity you won't win the championship at all. ”

"No way! You don't know how hard I've worked for this game, you and Ruishan, just wait to be crushed by me!"

Konishi Hiroki gradually walked away with his helper, leaving Zheng Ke with a confused face. He couldn't figure out why Hiroki Konishi hated Eiyama Edzu so much, and seeing Hiroki Konishi's expression, it seemed that his dislike for Eiyama was no worse than his own.

As we got closer to nine o'clock, every booth was filled with people.

These people are all eagerly awaiting, waiting for the official start of the competition.

Just ten minutes before the race, a black sedan stopped outside the "Newage" square.

The crowd outside dodged one after another, and several reporters rushed out of the crowd to surround the car.

The cars were gently pushed away, thinking that a middle-aged lady had stepped out of the car, while another door opened, and Ezuya Ezu, who was wearing a white chef's suit, also got out of the car.

"Hello, Ms. Nakamichi, I'm a reporter for Gourmet Weekly. I would like to ask, as the champion of the last edition, what do you think of this fried chicken leg competition?"

A female reporter in a professional suit stretched out a voice recorder and asked the middle-aged lady at great speed.

"As the last champion, any place other than winning is a failure. ”

The middle mozu lady squinted her eyes, and the white folding fan kept swaying.

"Hello, I'm a reporter from "Northern Cuisine", I heard that in this competition, in addition to the previous several large companies eyeing the champion, there is also a club from the famous Japanese food school Engetsu Gakuen, and they are also very confident in the champion. Excuse me, do you know anything about this society?" a male reporter saw the stitches and took advantage of the brief interval to almost hand over the voice recorder.

"Although I know that Engetsu Gakuen is very powerful, I myself have not had the opportunity to go to this mecca of Japanese cuisine. I think it's best that this question is answered by our food consultant, a genius chef from Engetsu Gakuen, Ruiyama Ezuya. ”

"Ezuyama Ezuya?"

Just when the male reporter was a little stunned, the reporter of "Food Weekly" had already stretched out the voice recorder. The male reporter could only glare at the female reporter fiercely, but there was no other way.

"I've heard of this club, it's a club with a certain history. However, they are not very good at growing up, so we are not afraid. ”