When the food was brought to the table, Hanazawa Mu filled the wine glass of Kikuchi Enguo with beer, and then looked at Zheng Ke, "Aren't you going to drink a little?"

"Senior, I'll forget it, right?" Zheng Ke looked at the juice in the cup and looked depressed, "I can't drink alcohol yet." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"I'm sorry, I forgot, I always thought that Little Peach was the youngest. Hanazawa scratched his head.

"It's not that you're small, you're young. Takasugi said with a dark face.

Akane Kubo Momo pouted, and although she remained silent, the depression in her heart was undisguised.

"By the way, Xiao Zheng, please help me. Takasugi Shouji, who took a sip of beer, blushed, seemed to have a lot of courage before he said to Zheng Ke.

"What's the matter?" Zheng Ke looked at Takasugi Shouji suspiciously.

"Do you have any food programs to find you? Takasugi said.

"Huh?" Zheng Ke looked at Takasugi Shouji suspiciously, and then glanced at Kikuchi Yuanguo, seeing that her face was slightly red, bowing her head and saying nothing, knowing that she had told her about participating in the show, "Ahem...... This senior, I don't actually know any big names, it's impossible for a radio station to look for me, this time the senior sister was able to take over that show, also because Senior Shiraishi was injured. Now, people are well-staffed, so how can they look for me?"

"That's right. Takasugi Shouji pouted, a little disappointed, and Zheng Ke could only say sorry.

Everyone seems to have a tacit understanding, and they don't talk about the competition, let alone the dishes they prepare. Zheng Ke also lowered his head, drinking juice while looking around boredly.

Halfway through the meal, he suddenly felt a commotion in the neighborhood, and Zheng Ke's eyes were also attracted.

A young man in a kimono and gold-rimmed glasses entered the restaurant unpleasantly.

"It's coming. Hua Zemu whispered.

"What's coming?" Zheng Ke looked confused, glanced at the young man who came in, and it happened that his gaze also swept towards Zheng Ke and them, and a powerful moment struck, pressing on Zheng Ke's heart.

"The number one favorite in this competition, the top four in Asia last year, Hiroshi Katagiri. It is said that his strength has reached the level of a star chef, but the restaurant has not yet been certified. Hua Zemu said in a low voice.

He was the one who finished fourth in Asia last year.

Zheng Ke frowned suddenly, and couldn't help but look at Katagiri Yang again, and his whole body was filled with a strong confidence.

"Then who is more powerful than you, senior sister?" Zheng Ke asked Xiang Mu Jiuzhi Yuanguo.

At this time, Kikuchi's cheeks became rosy because he drank a glass of beer, "Who? Katagiri Hiro? don't know?" As soon as he finished speaking, Kikuchi Sonoko fell asleep on the table.

The four of them looked at each other, they didn't expect Mu Jiuzhiyuan fruit to be so invincible, so they only drank one cup and poured it down. It seems that today's dinner can only end here.

Zheng Ke and Hanazawa Mu took the Kikuchien fruit rack back to the room, Akane Kubo Momo took the initiative to take care of the Kikuchien fruit, and the other three also parted ways and returned to their respective residences.

Hiroshi Katagiri?

Zheng Ke lay on the bed, thinking back to the people he had just met in the restaurant, and his heart couldn't calm down for a long time.

Since Katagiri can win the top four in Asia, his strength must not be underestimated.

Kikuchi Enguo has almost determined a promotion spot, and now with Katagiri Yoko, the other ten masters, and other unknown masters, they will compete for another spot...... If you want to qualify, it's really not easy.

Zheng Ke's eyes became brighter and brighter.

……

Early the next morning, Zheng Ke got up early, put on a chef's uniform, and came to the restaurant with a knife box.

In addition to the 12 contestants in chef's uniforms, there were other people sitting at the table for breakfast, about twenty or thirty people.

Zheng Ke sat in front of Hua Zemu with a sandwich, an egg and a glass of milk, looked around, and asked suspiciously, "Who are these people?"

"They?" Hanazawa glanced at the people sitting around eating, "Some are journalists, and some are national and local players. ”

"Players from other countries, what are they doing here?" Zheng Ke looked around, and sure enough, he saw a few people with slightly darker complexions.

"Gathering intelligence, of course. Hua Zemu said depressedly.

"Huh, it's a month-long race. ”

It's important to gather information, but it's expensive to stay here for a month.

"They're just spending money on two round-trip tickets. Hua Zemu said with a depressed face.

"So cool?" Zheng Ke's heart was also a little unbalanced, but who made their game hold on the holiday?

After simply eating breakfast, Zheng Ke and the others came to the lounge to rest and wait for the game to start. During this period, there were also reporters who interviewed several favorites to win the championship, including Kikuchi Enguo and Katagiri Yoshi, and Zheng Ke, as a representative of Kanagawa Prefecture, also received the attention of reporters from Kanagawa Prefecture.

"Are we so miserable?" Hua Zemu watched more than a dozen reporters surround the others, wanting to cry without tears. I used to be one of the top ten masters of the far moon.

"Don't worry, after today's game, if we hadn't been eliminated, we would have been in the spotlight. Zheng Ke patted Hua Zemu's shoulder and comforted.

That being said, I feel so unbalanced. Hanazawa Mu pursed his lips, very depressed in his heart.

Although Takasugi Shouji and Akane Kubo Momo didn't speak, the expressions on their faces told Zheng Ke that their thoughts were the same as Hanazawa's.

Hehe, who told you not to show up often?

Zheng Ke looked at the three of them playfully, and he also felt funny in his heart.

"Isn't this a little chef?"

Just when Zheng Ke dragged his cheeks and drank milk tea boringly, a voice reached his ears.

I haven't heard that for a long time.

Zheng Ke hurriedly looked in the direction where the voice came from, and a little fat man was waving at him.

"Are you...... Are you ......" Zheng Ke glanced at the little fat man, extremely familiar, as if he was a reporter from a certain magazine, but he couldn't remember for a while, "Who is it?"

When the hopeful little fat man heard Zheng Ke's words, his body suddenly stiffened.

Hey, if you forgot my name, don't be so excited?

"Little chef, my name is Yuji Iwai, and I'm a reporter for Foodie magazine. The little fat man barely smiled, but it looked worse than crying.

"Of course I do. Zheng Ke remembered the identity of the little fat man, but said in his mouth, "I'm just talking about it casually, and you can take it seriously." ”

What do ghosts believe?

The little fat man tightened his mouth and looked depressed.

"Gourmet"?

Hanazawa Mu and Takasugi Shouji's eyes lit up, and the gloom in their hearts was swept away.

"Gourmet" is not a small local newspaper, but one of the best food magazines in Japan, and if you are interviewed by them, your reputation will definitely increase.

"Mr. Iwai, I'm Zheng Ke's pro-senior, if you have anything to say, just visit me. Hanazawa got up from his seat, put his arm around Yuji Iwai's shoulder, and walked into the distance.

"And me, I'm Zheng Ke's pro-senior......" Takasugi Shouji hugged the jar and followed closely.

What the hell is this?

Zheng Ke sighed, but looked back at Akane Kubo Momo, but saw her biting the puppet's ear, and her eyes were extremely dissatisfied.

It shouldn't have anything to do with me, right?