When it comes to the Wanzhao banquet, it is a rare event in ten years, the banquet lasts for six days, and at this time, the Jingshi can be described as an empty alley, and they have gathered on the Dongque Street where the Wanzhao banquet is held, and it is overcrowded.

Wan Zhao Banquet brings together the world's delicacies, and there are stalls on both sides of Dongque Street by the officials, each stall is divided into a household, and those merchants from other places will temporarily select a suitable stall here to welcome customers.

It's not so much a feast as a food festival, and even if you spend six days eating here, you may not be able to taste all of them.

On the last day of the Wanzhao Banquet, there was a kitchen god competition jointly organized by the four major restaurants of Beijing Division, and the top three winners of the competition had rich rewards and a symbol of honor, so it attracted chefs from all over the world to show their skills.

Jiang Ling and Wu Qing protected An Chengluo on the left and right, Feng Shi pushed the wheelchair, and walked on An Chengluo's side with Xiao Qi in his arms, compared with the overcrowding on Dongque Street, their bodies seemed a lot empty.

Anyone who approached because of the crowd was pulled away by Jiang Ling and Wu Qing with one hand, and such a behavior couldn't help but make those who were pushed away want to be angry.

But when you see that Jiang Ling and Wu Qing are equipped with swords on their waists, and both of them are wearing the costumes of King An's Mansion, plus An Chengluo in a wheelchair and Fei Ye on the side, the two of them are even more extraordinary, and they came back to their senses in an instant.

Isn't this the eleventh prince of salted fish?

The eleventh prince is on the street again!

And it is really strange to come to participate in such a grand event as the Wanzhao Banquet.

"You already knew that there was a Wanzhao banquet today, so you wanted to come out and join in the fun." An Chengluo looked at the crowded Dongque Street and said with a headache.

The people on the street made him have a headache.

"Today is the last day." Fei Ye said coldly.

"You know better than this king, a native of Beijing." An Chengluo said with a smile.

Fei Ye glanced at him and sneered: "You are an incomparably noble and high-ranking prince, how can you care about this kind of folk activity, it is not surprising that you don't know." ”

An Chengluo disagreed, pursed his lips and said: "How could this king not know that today is the last day of the Wanzhao Banquet, and it is also the most lively day, but this king didn't expect that you seem to have a cold temperament, and you would actually want to join in this kind of fun." ”

Fei Ye heard this, but just glanced at An Chengluo, with a little disdain in his eyes.

Well?

Is this king disliked?

An Chengluo felt angry and funny, since he had been the salted fish prince for five years, it seemed that the number of times he was disliked was increasing day by day, as if everyone could dislike him.

Who's to say it isn't?

In the eyes of outsiders, he is a paralyzed person, but he is not a waste.

At this time, a group of officers and soldiers came to the front, and they were all dressed as people from the patrol battalion, and the Wanzhao banquet was such a grand event, and Dongque Street was crowded with people, so as to prevent anyone from making trouble, the patrol battalion would send a team of ten people to patrol Dongque Street for a week every half an hour.

This team of officers and soldiers passed by An Chengluo and others, but who knew that the leading officers and soldiers actually turned back, knelt on one knee in surprise and suspicion, and said respectfully to An Chengluo: "Humble Zhang Yu see the eleventh prince." ”

The other nine people who followed him also knelt on the ground, and they all secretly glanced at each other.

[Name: Zhang Yu]

[Identity: 100 households of the patrol battalion]

An Cheng sighed and asked softly, "Do you know this king?" ”

Who doesn't know the famous Eleven Prince? It was a notoriously salted fish.

There is also the wheelchair with a peugeot, which is the disabled prince who everyone knows is the king of Anwangfu.

"The humble post once took turns at the palace gate, let go of the guards, and was fortunate to meet the eleventh prince." Zhang Yu replied respectfully.

An Chengluo was stunned.

Zhang Yu secretly glanced up, and saw that there were only a few people following An Chengluo, and couldn't help but worry: "Lord Wang, now that Dongque Street is full of people, and the assassins from a few days ago have not been caught, the prince should bring more guards when he goes out." ”

"It doesn't matter." An Chengluo smiled and said, "You guys continue to patrol, this king is just casually strolling." ”

Who would have thought that the assassin was standing by his side at this moment.

"The lowly post will patrol this Dongque Street, if the prince has any orders, send someone to find the lowly post at any time." Zhang Yu arched his hand.

An Chengluo waved his hand, and continued to move towards the end of Dongque Street.

The venue of the Chef Contest is located at the end of the street, and most people on Dongque Street are also rushing to the end of the street to join in the excitement.

At this time, the competition should have begun, and when An Chengluo and the others came to the outside of the arena, the entire arena was already surrounded by water, and they couldn't see the situation in the center of the arena at all.

"There are so many people." An Chengluo shook his head with a wry smile, and hooked his finger slightly towards Jiangling, Jiangling immediately leaned forward, and An Chengluo ordered: "Go and talk to the head of the four major restaurants, arrange a good position, and this king wants to watch the game here." ”

Jiang Ling glanced at An Chengluo in surprise, and then glanced at Fei Ye with deep meaning, and left in response.

Not long ago, when Jiangling came back, he was followed by a middle-aged man with a big belly, in his early forties, when this person came, he was sincerely frightened, and said with a smile: "Yao Wanchuan, who is in charge of the Hualou in the next banquet, has seen the eleventh prince, and the eleventh prince can come to this Wanzhao banquet kitchen god competition, which is really brilliant." ”

Well, it's the eleventh prince in front of him who robbed them of a chef in Yanhualou a few days ago.

An Chengluo raised his eyebrows with a smile and said, "Yao is in charge, can the position be properly arranged?" ”

If you can't arrange it, you won't have to open the banquet building after today!

The first time she went out with the non-night girl, could she still let her stand outside this scene, stretching her neck and seeing nothing?

Wouldn't that be too shameless?

"It's nature." Yao Wanchuan replied respectfully: "I just discussed a little with the heads of several other restaurants below, and I dare to invite the prince to be the judge of today, but I don't know ...... the prince."

Well? Judges?

"The judges of the contest?" An Chengluo raised his eyebrows and said.

"Yes."

"Can you eat those chefs' dishes?"

"Yes."

An Chengluo squinted and smiled, although he didn't know what the level of these chefs was, but the apocalypse could eat high-end food to upgrade, maybe there would be some surprises, so he immediately agreed.

Yao Wanchuan was overjoyed, he couldn't imagine that the rumored salted fish prince with a strange temper was so easy to talk and be able to invite a prince to be the judge, although it was only temporary, but it could also make this Wanzhao banquet's kitchen god competition the most unique one ever.