Yin glared at Huang Xiaobei fiercely, Ziming had a dark face, waved his hand impatiently, and said, "Write it yourself, what's the matter with copying my things." ”

At the first glance of Ziming, the commissioner was stunned for a moment, leaned forward, and stared at the impatient face in front of him for a long time, Huang Xiaobei always felt that this guy was a little familiar. Soon, under Ziming's gloomy face, Huang Xiaobei instantly remembered the glasses man in front of him who spoke very impulsively, that is, the second uncle of the grandfather who claimed to be his grandfather who he saw yesterday was the patriarch of that generation of demon parties.

Thinking of this, Huang Xiaobei hurriedly took half a step back and widened the distance between him and Ziming, for fear that something bad would be done by the guy from the demon party in front of him.

However, after seeing that Ziming finished talking to him, he lowered his head again and continued to write hard, without paying any attention to him, Huang Xiaobei was slightly stunned. After looking around carefully again, and finding that there were really no people from the Demon Party around, Huang Xiaobei breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time talked to Ziming a little scared.

"That's you, oh that's a coincidence, can that ask you something? That is, you are on your side, are you a combatant? ”

As soon as he heard this, Zi Ming's low face instantly darkened, and when he turned around, Zi Ming stared at Huang Xiaobei viciously, gritting his teeth to the extreme, "It's a combatant!" And I also told you, I didn't know who you were yesterday, and now you'd better not bother me, otherwise even if the young master speaks, it won't be difficult for you, and I will kill you bastard sooner or later! ”

Huang Xiaobei was so frightened that he hurriedly shut up, indicating that you were busy.

Zi Ming snorted coldly, and then continued to turn around and write his game ideals.

But somehow, after looking up and down at the gods of good and evil, Huang Xiaobei always felt that he was a little thin, not like a so-called combatant.

In a word, Ziming is too thin, thin like a bamboo pole, eighty percent of a gust of wind can blow him away, and his voice is not so confident, always roaring.

You are like the one who is upright and powerful, how can you scream all day long?

Staring at the back of Zi Mingfen's book, Huang Xiaobei touched his chin seriously, well, maybe he is really here to help the demon party cook, as Qianqian said, abbreviation, logistics staff, eh, peers.

But because he really couldn't figure out the bottom of Ziming, Huang Xiaobei didn't dare to talk to him anymore, and continued to ponder how to write this damn game ideal alone.

"Okay sir, your registration form has been approved, and the information has been uploaded, now I will conduct the competition group for you the day after tomorrow, please wait."

Hearing the staff's polite answer, Ziming put down the ballpoint pen and nodded with satisfaction. said that as long as the fly next to him didn't speak, he was simply a wellspring of thoughts, good guy, this competition ideal let him write, it can be listed as a model.

Huang Xiaobei, who was scratching his ears and cheeks, and didn't hold back a few words for a long time, glanced at the registration form handed to the staff by Ziming, and looked at the words on it, Huang Xiaobei's eyes almost popped out.

"I'm exaggerating, aren't you? The ideal of a 300-word competition, you wrote almost a full 2,000, right? Wait a while, how did I see what was written in it just now, my ideal in this life is to dominate the world by cooking? This contest has put me on the same stage against a bunch of stupid mortals, which is simply the biggest insult to me? ”

The commissioner was stunned, "You're really not a combatant, are you?" ”

"Get out!" Ziming scolded Commissioner Huang, then turned his head and slammed his fist on the front desk, "Have you finished dividing!" ”

After that, Ziming's angry face couldn't help but tremble, and the right fist that smashed on the bar couldn't help but tremble.

Seeing Huang Xiaobei staring at his trembling right hand like a mystery, Ziming scolded again, "Look at what!" Look at it again and suck your blood dry! ”

The commissioner was so frightened that he quickly took his gaze back and continued to make up words in his heart.

"Sir, your group has been divided, Group E, the competition time is the morning after tomorrow, the location is on the eighteenth floor, I wish you good results."

After listening to his grouping, Ziming, whose right hand was trembling, gritted his teeth in a cold sweat and said, "Okay, I know." ”

After that, Ziming forced himself to leave the front desk with an angry look, but as soon as he walked past Huang Xiaobei, Ziming, whose face was pale, quickly blew up the red and swollen right hand that was smashed by himself, and he was still scolding vigorously in his heart, wondering why Nima was so strong? Hey, I'll have to settle accounts with that guy next time.

While blowing his right hand, Ziming thought angrily in his heart, but why was he assigned to Group H again this time? Damn it.

"I've wanted to participate in the cooking competition all my life, the cooking competition is the sky, the cooking competition is the earth, the cooking competition is my old mother who I have never met, I am proud to be able to participate in this competition, of course, I estimate that I will not be able to win the championship, but the important thing is to participate. Well, it's almost, I'm counting, two words and three words, hey, I said, do punctuation count words? Huang Xiaobei shouted at the staff.

"Uh, count." The staff nodded awkwardly.

Commissioner Huang continued to bow his head to count, and when he looked up after counting, he said happily, "Is it six words short?" ”

The staff was really annoyed by him, took the registration form, and hurriedly signed him up in groups and said, "Sir, you can." Yes sir, your group is also Group E, the time and place are on the eighteenth floor in the morning of the day after tomorrow, I wish you good results. ”

Huang Xiaobei blinked, "I'm also in Group E?" Hey, don't say it, it's okay, it should be quite reliable to see the logistics staff of the Demon Party cooking, and if he was eliminated directly, it can be regarded as completing the task of the Taoist master. ”

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Just when Huang Xiaobei finished writing the registration form and walked back upstairs to play games, outside the main entrance of Donghuang Hotel, a black Land Rover slowly stopped in front of the hotel gate.

At the same time that the three figures in the car got out of the car quickly, and at the same moment as they walked into the Donghuang Hotel, two black-clothed people who had been monitoring the group building opposite the Donghuang Hotel for a long time also gently reported to the wireless communicator in their ears.

"Minister, three people have appeared on target, one cannot be identified, and two have been identified as members of the North American branch and the Celestial Empire branch, and now they have entered the Donghuang Hotel."

On the other end of the wireless communicator, a calm voice came from the other end.

"Keep watching."

"Yes."

When the black Land Rover slowly turned around and drove away, Deputy Minister Pierce, who was wearing a straw hat on his head, a white towel on his shoulder, and pushing a barbecue truck with his hands, also slowly walked in front of the Donghuang Hotel.

Glancing at the three figures who walked into the Donghuang Hotel quickly, and pretending to glance casually at the hidden location of the members of the Russian branch, Deputy Minister Pierce smiled faintly, and then pushed the barbecue cart and left slowly.

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Two days later, in the Group E competition venue on the 18th floor of the Donghuang Hotel.

Huang Xiaobei, who was dressed in a chef's uniform, stood in front of his workbench curiously, looking at this, touching that, and showing husky-like surprise at the various kitchenware provided by the cooking competition.

On the workbench next to Huang Xiaobei, a middle-aged chef with a bandage in his right hand stood beside the workbench with a gloomy face, looking at the empty judges' seats in front of him sadly, and the exquisite kitchenware on the workbench that was wiped extremely bright, with endless sorrow in his eyes.

looked at Huang Xiaobei, who looked obviously not good, and then looked at Master Zhao of Yucheng Hotel, who was eliminated directly in the first round of the team competition because of an injury to his right hand, and Master Li Fatzi who was standing on the workbench behind Huang Xiaobei, who was overjoyed.

Okay, okay, it's finally my turn to transfer Lao Li!

Master Li of Tianyue Hotel is gearing up, his face full of meat, and he looks full of energy!

Damn, it's an eyes-opener! There's nothing more to say, this time, he must let everyone see his Li Tianbao's ability!

After seeing his opponent in this round, Master Li Fatzi, who is full of confidence, is determined to achieve a good result in the individual competition, and then successfully win the repechage match the day after tomorrow, so as to be ashamed!

What, lose? How can you lose, what can you lose?

You see, the first round of the individual competition is the same as the team competition, a group of four, and two of them can qualify, but you can see what my opponents are.

One is injured and it is estimated that he can't even play 20% of his strength, and the other one, just look at that virtue and know that it's not very good, my dignified chef of a five-star hotel, can even these two people win? It's just a joke.

Looking at the empty workbench beside him, Master Li Fatzi smiled disdainfully, saying that even if the last guy who hadn't shown up before he would be a great thing, he would have already finished second in the group! It's impossible to lose, absolutely impossible!

At 8:50, ten minutes before the start of the competition, the three judges of Group E entered the venue in turn, and when they saw the three people sitting down slowly on the judges' seat, Master Li Fatzi rubbed his eyes and wondered if he had seen it wrong.

Chairman of the Orient? Chairman Wang of Changfu Hotel? And the husband of the chairman of the East?

Seeing that the three judges of the team competition appeared in front of him again, Master Li Fatzi was a little confused.

You must know that although there are 48 chefs and second chefs from star-rated hotels around the world participating in the individual competition, according to his understanding, the people gathered in Group A and Group F are all real cattle, what a triple crown, a master of the state banquet, all in it.

This, it stands to reason that Chairman Dongfang should go to those important groups to be judges, right? This, how did this come to them again, and their group is still a group with no highlights.

Scratching his head in confusion, Master Li Fatzi still couldn't understand the reason, but although he couldn't understand the reason, there was one place he noticed.

That is, since sitting in the judges' seat, Dongfang Qing and the young man with withered white hair have been looking at the direction where Huang Xiaobei is and communicating in a low voice.

And the eyes of the two of them also looked strangely kind.

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