At noon, Chang Wanlou came to the store.

He was carrying a huge bag, bulging inside, and he didn't know what it contained.

The noisy restaurant fell silent in an instant.

Chang Wanlou walked into the store like a hero with his head held high.

He didn't need a registration number, and the crowd naturally made way for him.

In Zuo Jing's view, there is a sense of immediacy that the wind is sluggish and the water is cold.

He glanced at Boss Jin arrogantly, put down his burden, and saluted to the superiors:

"In the lower Changwan Building, I have seen the Demon Street Residences."

Zuo Kui stood up and said, "Mr. Chang, we are invited to come here to witness your competition." ”

"There is labor."

"According to the rules, we have to ask, Mr. Chang's challenge this time, but it is voluntary?"

"Yes."

"Do you know that the rules are set by Boss Jin?"

"Yes."

"Victory or defeat depends on heaven, willing to gamble and lose, do you understand?"

Chang Wanlou glanced at Boss Jin and said viciously: "It's clear!" ”

Zuo Kui and the others glanced at each other and took out a scroll.

Open the reels and it says Covenant.

Zuo Kui handed the pen and scroll to Chang Wanlou, and said again:

"Mr. Chang, let me ask again, have you thought about it?"

Chang Wanlou no longer answered, took the pen directly, and signed the gambling contract.

Boss Gao sighed and said, "Mr. Chang, what is the deep hatred between you and Boss Jin?" To get to this point? ”

Chang Wanlou didn't pay attention to the boss.

He held his head high, and seemed to disdain to deal with Boss Gao at all.

Zuo Kui looked at it and knew that there was no need to continue to persuade peace, so he said lightly: "Then please start with the two of you." According to the rules, we will be the ones who will make the same three dishes, and the six of us will be on top of the evaluation. The rest of the friends, if they are not convinced, can also eat as long as they pay the price. If Mr. Chang wins, Boss Jin loses the store to Mr. Chang; If Boss Jin wins, Mr. Chang will output the original form on the spot and become Boss Jin's ingredients. ”

Zuo Jing listened and shuddered again.

She tried not to allow herself to imagine such a cruel picture.

In front of Boss Gao was a tray, and on the tray were three wooden cards with flip buckles.

This posture is like picking a concubine to sleep.

"The first question, that's it."

Boss Gao said, and gently threw the wooden card out.

The wooden sign seemed to come to life, flying like a butterfly in the air.

In the end, it hovered between Chang Wanlou and Boss Jin.

Everyone tilted their heads forward, trying to read the words on the sign.

Zuo Jing got close and quickly saw the words clearly.

She almost burst out laughing and quickly covered her mouth.

The sign reads: Boiled pork slices.

The contrast between this kind of monster and home-cooked food touched Zuo Jing's laughter.

She forced her laughter, made a strange noise, and received a bunch of rolls.

Chang Wanlou and Jin Daqian read the topic, each of them did not speak, and walked to the back kitchen together.

Zuo Jing watched them walk away, and patted Zuo Kui in front of him vigorously and said:

"Hey, hey, hairy? What are we doing sitting here waiting? Can't see and what does it mean? ”

Boss Zhu heard it, turned around and smiled at her, and shook the remote control in his hand at her.

Zuo Jing was stunned, and the waiter Ah Lang had already turned on the wall-mounted TV on the large screen in the restaurant.

Boss Zhu turned the channel and brought up the images in the kitchen.

"Some time ago, Boss Jin connected the signal from the monitor to the TV." Boss Zhu said: "I didn't expect it to come in handy so soon." ”

Zuo Jing and Si Chen glanced at each other, and they both saw that the other party was speechless.

"You two little ghosts, when we are primitives, can't we?" Mrs. Mao snorted coldly, and she didn't have a good airway.

On TV, Boss Jin and Chang Wanlou were busy at the kitchen stove.

The kitchen of the restaurant is large, and there are many facilities that can be seen in star hotels.

There were eight stoves on both sides of the wall, which made Zuo Jing a little curious.

There is only one cook in this shop, Boss Jin, what is the use of so many stoves?

"Can Boss Jin cook eight dishes at the same time?" Zuo Jing asked Zuo Kui quietly.

Boss Gao heard it and said with a smile: "As long as Boss Jin wants to, eighty dishes are fine." ”

Zuo Jing nodded, but he wasn't surprised.

It's a youkai after all.

Chang Wanlou finally opened the baggage and took out pieces of kitchenware from it.

Frying pans, woks, kitchen knife sets and even casseroles.

A good chef only recognizes his own exclusive kitchenware.

Boss Jin looked at Chang Wanlou's posture, unmoved, and focused on cooking his own dishes.

Time passed little by little, and in less than an hour, the dishes of Boss Jin and Chang Wanlou were served one after another.

Zuo Jing's gaze fell on Boss Zhu.

The boiled pork slices are made with pork, and he is particularly curious about what Boss Zhu thinks of this dish.

Ah Lang and Ah Mei divided the dishes and gave them to a few people.

Zuo Jing stared at Boss Zhu and watched him slowly eat the meat slices.

Zuo Jing suddenly felt a little nauseous.

If this dish is human flesh, can Zuo Jing eat it and even taste it?

She wanted to vomit when she thought about that image.

But looking at Boss Zhu's appearance, there seems to be no joy or sorrow.

He's very focused.

Zuo Jing shifted her gaze to the others.

Zuo Kui's expressions were different, but they were all savoring.

After a few moments, the six finished tasting and began to comment.

The fifth master of the fire walks in the human world all the year round, and is the first to speak: "The dishes of the two of you are very good. The heat is suitable, and the taste is not bad. The taste is fresh and smooth, the simmering ingredients are similar, no one has made any breakthroughs, but no one has made any mistakes. It's all so decent, it's hard for me to judge. ”

Huo Wuye's pile of nonsense made Zuo Jing pout when he heard it.

However, soon Zuo Jing understood that what Huo Wuye said was not nonsense.

Mrs. Hu, Mrs. Mao and Boss Gao all have similar evaluations to him.

It seems that the idea of expecting them to play tricks on an ordinary dish to divide the winner seems to be somewhat unsuccessful.

Zuo Kui didn't speak, he tilted his head slightly and looked at Boss Zhu.

Boss Zhu is still savoring. He closed his eyes and chewed, seeming to be immersed in it.

Zuo Jing's discomfort became even more serious.

Zuo Kui saw that Boss Zhu didn't speak, and said, "My cultivation is still shallow, so I don't dare to speak falsely." But seeing that the three bosses said this, I do think that it is difficult to distinguish the taste of the two dishes. But I think that the one who can best judge the winner of this dish among us should be Boss Zhu. ”

When Boss Zhu heard this, he opened his eyes and was a little stunned.

He and Zuo Kui glanced at each other and immediately understood what Zuo Kui meant.

He sighed softly and said, "In this game, Boss Jin wins." ”

The people in the restaurant began to whisper.

They didn't understand what Boss Zhu's judging criteria were.

Boss Zhu understood what they wanted. He stood up and said solemnly:

"The two compare cooking skills, so cooking itself, as a skill, should benefit people, or feel happy in their hearts. My old Zhu doesn't know much about cooking, and I don't really understand how you prepare the ingredients. But when eating Boss Kim's food, I did inexplicably forget the sadness of being cooked by my fellow clan and indulged in the pleasure of taste. I would like to ask Boss Kim, how did you do it? ”

Boss Zhu looked at Boss Jin, and his eyes became a little deep: "If you use a technique that you shouldn't use, I think this game can directly sentence you to lose." ”