Winning and losing are decided at this moment.

Everyone looked to the big screen.

Dong En also looked at the big screen.

Everyone was dumbfounded for a moment.

Dong Eun fell into deep confusion. She finished the food and tasted the difference between the two dishes, and was shocked to see so many people taste the same as herself.

She slowly realizes that she may have done something wrong.

Maybe...... Diners can eat the most exquisite and delicious dishes, and those that are not distinguished by diners may just ...... They are not "really delicate" and "really delicious" enough.

Today she finally had the privilege of eating the most exquisite and delicious thing.

Many people have eaten the most delicate and delicious things like her.

At this time, even the father who has become a legendary representative, and is not even mentioned by name very much, and has been repeatedly pointed to as "that person", has lost to the most direct sensory system.

When the food enters the mouth, all the external aura is gone, and all that is left is the most primitive taste and power that can move people's hearts.

So the final victor -

"In the end, one vote decided the winner!" The host clenched his fists, and he finally spoke, and said fiercely and hoarsely, "The winner is - Yi, Bai, Tang!" ”

The King of Chef play-offs came to an end.

The scene was completely chaotic!

When Yi Baitang walked down from the much-anticipated rostrum, the guests present flocked to him like crazy, and countless noisy voices sounded at the scene at the same time, they were first and second, big and small, and they all asked the same sentence:

"Chef Yi, what kind of cooking do you and that one use, and why can we eat the same food with a completely different feeling? Why is food so appealing?! ”

But Yi Baitang was in a hurry to find the Great Demon King, a little impatient: "Get out of the way." ”

Just kidding, in the face of this opportunity to rewrite the chef's tutorial, how can anyone who wants to get out of the way of the chef's profession!

The crowd around is tighter!

The impatience in Yi Baitang's heart was stacked layer by layer, he looked at the eyes of the people around him and began to be unfriendly, just when he was about to make a more direct move, Shang Huaiyan, who had estimated the form early and actually found a way to Yi Baitang's back, arrived in time, and while taking the words with a smile, he moved Yi Baitang behind him with a flick of his hands, and over there, Senior Brother Jiang and Dong En occupied one side and cleared a small passage for Yi Baitang.

The little sapling is powerful!

Yi Baitang was impressed, without saying a word, he threw the sapling in the crowd as a shield, and slipped away by himself.

Shang Huaiyan smiled kindly at everyone: "That's the case." This time, we didn't use any new techniques. But it does use a new philosophy. This new concept originated from Dong Lao, who called it 'heart cuisine'......"

In front of the TV, Grandpa Shang, who accidentally pressed the show and accidentally finished watching the show, cocked his beard, thinking that the eldest grandson is amazing, and any scene can be controlled.

But he couldn't help but think:

As for the imp who won the game and created such a scene...... Well, it's barely awesome.

In the hall of the scene, Senior Brother Jiang and Dong En listened to Shang Huaiyan's speech for a while, and also followed Yi Baitang's footsteps to leave the crowd and leave the noisy place first.

They walked alone in the hallway outside the hall.

After decades of separation, when they met again, both of them were a little emotional.

They laughed at each other, and Dong Eun said, "I don't know who voted for the final decision of the winner......

Senior Brother Jiang: "I voted for it." ”

Dong En was stunned: "What? ”

Senior Brother Jiang raised his hand and swiped it on his chest: "Look, the teacher and I ...... We all want our children to be healthy and healthy, to grow taller and taller than us. Now he's taller than us. ”

Yi Baitang went around the scene of the King of Chef play-offs, but he didn't see the old man.

He paused for a moment in the garden behind the Great Hall, took out the phone with a blank face, and dialed the number of the Great Demon King.

The bell rings in my ears.

Yi Baitang followed the sound and saw that in the lush vegetation, an old man wearing a straw hat to cover his face and looking like a flower farmer helplessly pushed the straw hat:

"Alright, I'm right here...... What are you doing in a hurry? ”

"Run out to you." Yi Baitang.

"What are you looking for me?" Dong Fangzhi.

"Old man, I didn't win." Yi Baitang.

"No, you won." Dong Fangzhi corrected.

"But I didn't lose either." Yi Baitang said to himself.

Dong Fangzhi did not speak for the time being.

"I didn't win and I didn't lose. I approve of your heart cooking, and I have succeeded in making heart cooking...... You're amazing, old man. ”

Dong Fangzhi looked at Yi Baitang.

Grandpa looked at his grandson.

In the blink of an eye, twenty years, from childhood to adulthood, dependent on each other, this child poured all his efforts and the most feelings.

Now, the good wood has become a talent, and the melon is ripe.

It was quiet for a long time.

The old man turned his face to look at the midday sun, which hung in the sky and shone brightly, like a child sitting beside him.

He smiled again, and the layers of wrinkles unfolded with the smile. He finally said the words that had been hidden in his heart for a long time:

"It's you who win. At your age, Grandpa is nowhere near where you are now. ”

"Bai Tang, grandpa is proud of you."

It was the first time he had heard his grandfather say that.

For a moment, Yi Baitang was a little embarrassed and flattered.

But the next moment, Dong Fangzhi said indifferently: "Okay, this is just a beginning, it's not a good thing to defeat me once, think about how many times I have defeated you......"

Yi Baitang: "......"

"Progress in anything is never-ending, and Hearts is just the first step we take. What's next—"

Dong Fangzhi looked at Yi Baitang: "Tangtang, now you have to go with me." ”

Someone approached in the distance.

Dong En and Shang Huaiyan came to their direction together.

After 20 years of separation, it is not only mother and son, but also father and daughter.

At a distance of three or five steps, Dong Fangzhi's voice suddenly broke off.

More often than not, parents love more than their children.

Yi Baitang doesn't have too many requirements for his mother, because his mother is an important symbol in his life, but it is only an important symbol.

But for Dong Fangzhi, it is not a symbol, it is a person, and it is the most important continuation of his life.

Leaving twenty years ago, Dong En is sorry for Yi Baitang, but the most sorry is her father.

But parents will always forgive their children.

When the daughter stands in front of the father, she does not have to do anything, the father has forgiven the daughter.

He never blamed his daughter.

Yi Baitang felt that his answer was not important at all at this time, anyway, the two of them completely ignored him.

So he left the space to his mother and grandfather, and took Shang Huaiyan with him.

He pushed Shang Huaiyan in front of him, and walked behind himself, stepping on the shadow step by step, step by step.

Hum.

The Great Demon King is with his mother.

Hum.

But the little sapling is my own.

Shang Huaiyan: "...... What are you doing? ”

Yi Baitang: "I didn't do anything. ”

Shang Huaiyan: "Is it fun to step on my shadow?" ”

Yi Baitang: "It's fun. ”

Shang Huaiyan: "Congratulations on winning." ”

Yi Baitang snorted: "As expected." ”

Shang Huaiyan tried not to laugh: "Then should we go home first or celebrate?" I'm going on a trip around the world for this celebration, do you have any other ideas? ”

Yi Baitang: "Yes." ”

Shang Huaiyan: "Oh? Let's talk about it. ”

Yi Baitang: "Go to your house first." ”

Shang Huaiyan: "Isn't my home your home—huh?" He suddenly realized what Yi Baitang was talking about.

Yi Baitang: "Go to your house." ”

I'm going to tell them—

You're mine!

Shang Huaiyan closed his open mouth.

He grabbed Yi Baitang with his backhand, pulled the person to his side, and moved forward together.

The sunlight stretched their shadows to equal length.

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