Jiang Fugui's face was pale, he didn't expect this Li Qingming to have this trick.

"Mr. Jiang, there is nothing we can do about this. This Xiang Wenhui does have a chef qualification certificate. "No matter how shameless the Jiangcheng Cuisine Association is, it can't directly do the thing of depriving Uncle Xiang of his chef qualification certificate on the spot.

"Hmph! a cripple who also wants to win, it's a big joke!" Jiang Fugui looked iron-blue.

"Phew!" Li Qingming heard Jiang Fugui's sarcasm, and shouted, "Jiang Fugui, you scolded my uncle for being lame again, since you said that he wanted to win, it was a big joke." Then do you dare to bet with me, if Uncle Xiang wins, you will personally kowtow to Uncle Xiang and apologize and admit your mistake!

This kid still dares to mess with me. Do you still think that Qin Heluo is secretly covering you behind his back? Jiang Fugui has infinite malice in his heart.

He knew about Qin Heluo going to see Li Qingming last night. After all, once Qin Heluo's identity is dispatched, it is impossible to hide it. He was scared half to death. He knew very well what Qin Heluo was doing. He was really afraid that Li Qingming would follow Qin Heluo out, and in that case, he would be finished. Unexpectedly, this guy actually refused.

This made him overjoyed. After this competition, he was not ready to spare this kid. It will be more troublesome to kill people in the city. But throwing it into the wild, it's nothing. Unexpectedly, this guy actually dared to provoke himself.

"Jiang Fugui, do you dare!" Li Qingming shouted angrily.

"Then you want to lose!" Jiang Fugui asked rhetorically.

"If I lose, it will prove that I am a big liar, so needless to say, I will go out of the city and go to the wilderness by myself!" Li Qingming said lightly.

There was another uproar all around. This wilderness, full of dangers, is not suitable for human habitation at all. So, no one will go out. His choice to go out basically means that he is looking for a dead end. Is he so confident?

"The little master will win!" many students in Jiangcheng raised their arms and shouted.

Hmph, if you take the initiative to find death, then you can't blame me!

"Okay, I agreed!" Jiang Fugui said coldly, "Then let's compete! Chef Sun, don't be affected by this kid's tricks." We're all watching, and he's not going to be allowed to play any tricks!"

Son took a deep breath to calm his mind. actually let a dead cripple compete with himself, which made Son Masayoshi furious. Uncle Xiang walked up all the way, cowering, this kind of person is also worthy of competing with him.

But it's okay, I'll win you with dignity! Let you know that my plagiarism is even better than your original.

"Uncle, don't be afraid, just practice at home. Li Qingming comforted softly, "Just do what I told you before, and you will definitely win!"

Uncle Xiang is still beating the drum in his heart. He was not afraid of being embarrassed, but he was afraid of influencing Li Qingming to lose the game.

"Don't worry, I won't lose. He didn't have the trick at all!" Li Qingming smiled, "Uncle, you have to believe in yourself." In fact, when it comes to cooking alone, you have to be better than me, aren't you?"

Uh! When Uncle Xiang heard this, the usual scene of Li Qingming cooking came to mind, and his face was strange for a while. Indeed, although Li Qingming has developed many dishes, he is really inferior to him in terms of cooking skills.

Strictly speaking, it is far inferior to him. Although Uncle Xiang is just a night marketer, after so many years, his cooking skills have already made great progress. It's just that I never went to the promotion exam because I didn't need to. Of course, compared to international chefs, that's still a long way off. But he is much smarter than Li Qingming.

In this duel, from the very beginning, Li Qingming did not plan to play by himself. When he plays, the odds of winning are much smaller than Uncle Xiang's. What's more, he wants to put an end to one point, that is, why the outside world comments on why his golden fried rice is not as uniform in color and full as Son's golden fried rice.

This is not something that you can convince the public by tasting good. Only if Li Qingming himself does not play, and sends someone to play, it will be fine. Uncle Xiang is naturally the most suitable person.

"Okay, Xiao Ming, since you look up to the uncle so much, the uncle will help you compete!" Uncle Xiang took a deep breath, the person was not trembling, and his eyes were full of determination.

For his own sake, he may not dare to compete. But these days, although he and Li Qingming are still uncles and nephews, their relationship has long been like that of father and son. Li Qingming defended him everywhere, and just now he gambled with Jiang Fugui with his own life, just because Jiang Fugui scolded himself for being lame. This made Uncle Xiang's heart full of gratitude and pride.

In this duel, he will do his best to win for Li Qingming!

With everyone's breath in hiking, this showdown officially began.

Son Masayoshi took the lead, opened the door of the stove, lit the fire, waited for the pot to be hot, poured oil, waited for the frying sound, immediately picked up two eggs with one hand, broke the eggs with one hand, randomly spooned with one hand, stir-fried with one hand, and after the eggs were cooked, immediately poured fresh rice, stir-fried, the heat was ripe, and a little salt was added. It can be said that Son's cooking skills are absolutely at the pinnacle, and stir-frying is like art in his hands.

Of course, this is also a skill that the world's top chefs must master. In the case of limited ingredients, chefs have also become their ability to attract customers. There are so many tricks, like a bartender in a bar.

International chefs, each with their own set of skills. Son, of course, is no exception.

In the audience, everyone watched fascinated.

As for the other side, Uncle Xiang is much more simple, completely stir-fried at home, without the slightest gorgeousness. Compared with Masayoshi Son on the side, this is like an ugly duckling and a white swan.

Soon, the golden fried rice was cooked, and the two sides were jointly placed in front of everyone.

Under the shooting of high-definition cameras, through the big screen, everyone in the square saw the high-definition comparison of the two sides' 'golden fried rice'.

"Look, this Chef Sun's golden fried rice is full of grains, uniform in color, and golden, and the rice is as its name suggests. Look at the little liar's side again, this golden fried rice, the color is uneven, and the particles are not full, this look, you can know who is authentic and who is pirated!"

Basically, most people's reviews are the same. Even those die-hard fans have to admit that in terms of appearance, Son Zhengyi surpasses Uncle Xiang's 'golden fried rice' too much.

Uncle Xiang looked ashamed.

"Uncle, you're much better than me!" Li Qingming whispered to reassure.

Of course, this is not a polite remark. It's the truth. Uncle Xiang's golden fried rice is much more attractive than his. As for that, it's not as good as Masayoshi Son, that's normal. Who makes the family an international chef? It's normal to have so many brushes.

However, cooking is not about appearance!

"Okay, now that the game is over, all that's left is to see whose golden fried rice is delicious, after all, this is not carving, it looks better than whom. The real competition in cooking skills is whose food is delicious!" Li Qingming spoke in front of the master of ceremonies.

With the microphone in his hand, Li Qingming didn't know the master of ceremonies at all. This also made the emcee's teeth itch.

There was a natural harmony all around. Isn't it, it's useless for you to fry it so well. The key is whether it is delicious or not!