Two days later, in a fully open venue, the tournament officially began.

Fang Zilu's face was a little green, firstly, he was a little unaccustomed to the soil and water, and he woke up in the middle of the night for two days in a row, and secondly, he ...... In a certain team, he saw a familiar white face.

Pulling Yu Jian to avoid the camera, he nuzzled his mouth: "Look, is that a spicy hot brother?"

Li bai?

Yu Jian followed his line of sight and was stunned. Chuandi's unique fair complexion, slender and tall body, and that beautiful face like a female Jiao'e, who is not Li Bai? The difference is that he wore a navy blue neon suit today and brought a pair of silver-rimmed flat mirrors.

He was tilting his head to talk to the assistant beside him, his eyes narrowly raised, revealing eight white teeth.

Wrong.

He is not Li Bai.

In my impression, the spicy boy didn't even dare to look at people, he only revealed his heart to his girlfriend, even if he saw Yu Jian, he just smiled shyly with small movements, and he wouldn't open and close like this.

Shaking his head, Yu Jian motioned for him to hurry up and make preparations.

Offstage, Li Bai's fist hanging down his side was clenched tightly, and a chill swept through his body, making him tremble and bite his back molars.

Xiao Li looked at the man not far away, then at the boyfriend beside her, and took a step back in surprise: "This ...... This is ......."

Two Li Bai??

"He...... It's my twin brother......" Li Bai closed his eyes and spoke with difficulty.

The two brothers have been cooking since elementary school, and his brother's talent is better than his, and he has won many awards in the past few years, and was later admitted to a large hotel as an executive chef, which has always been the pride of the Li family. It's just that he has always said that he is in the magic capital, and now he ...... How can it represent the neon country and appear in the flower city now?

Li Bai had a thousand words to ask him, but he suddenly felt very scared. There was a vague bad feeling in his heart, which made him suppress his breath.

Li Yi probably didn't expect that there would be his own brother in Huacheng this time. He has a good job in the magic capital, but the major shareholder behind this hotel is from the neon country. For a while, he was transferred to the neon headquarters. It was precisely because of this that he met Dairo Takeda.

As a fellow Chinese, Takeda's attitude towards him was not as contemptuous as others, but he mentioned him everywhere, which made him grateful and willing to be used by Takeda.

In the knockout round of the food competition, the topic is spicy, and if the team leader doesn't come to convey Takeda's meaning, he wants to recommend himself. In terms of using chili peppers, who can beat Sichuan Province? Today, he is going to use a dish of mapo tofu to conquer everyone's taste buds.

With an order, the official timer of the game began.

The tofu should be made of snow-white milk tofu, and the knife is washed alternately in hot and cold water to form a layer of temperature protection film, which is quickly brushed over the surface of the tofu and poured into the tofu on the plate, like a cold plum blooming, revealing a different style.

Next is the stir-frying. The chili peppers were flown in from Sichuan Province, and they seemed to have a freshly picked fragrance and a hazy mist on the surface. Cut into rice-sized foam, mix with dried chili peppers of the same variety that have been air-dried at high temperatures, add green chilies, and mix them with garlic foam.

The hot oil in the pot has already bubbled white, all the small ingredients have slipped in, and then poured in the meat foam, making a "hiss-la-" oil sound, the aroma of the oil explosion suddenly burst open, and the spicy smell stimulated the assistant next to him to sneeze fiercely, and felt a strong hunger rush to hit him.

Those who feel the same way as him are also the audience who are relatively close.

"What does it smell like? It smells—" The people asked in different languages, looking around for the smell.

At this time, Li Yi had already put in the tender white tofu cubes, sprinkled seasonings, thickened the thick juice, and turned off the heat. When the soup is thickened, it is the best time for the mapo tofu to slide into the disk. The assistant had already painted the rudiments of flowers and plants on the plate with turquoise pigment, and also served a bowl of fragrant rice on the side.

The red tofu grains are stained with rich sauce, and against the green background, it seems to be a high wall of red bricks and green tiles, blocking everyone's hearts.

"It's this! It's this!" spectator

We found the source of the aroma, and felt that we didn't need to eat it, and felt the strong spiciness.

Li Yi rang the end bell, and the lenses reflected colorful brilliance in the spring sun, and he said slowly: "The secret of the Neon Kingdom Kanto - spicy tofu."

As soon as these words came out, fans of the neon country instantly chanted.

On the other side, the Chinese audience looked at each other in confusion.

Someone asked weakly, "Isn't that the mapo tofu from our Sichuan Province?" When did it become Neon Nation?? Still Kanto??"

Li Bai's whole body was completely bloodless, as if he had been punched hard, and he froze in place.

"Huh." A sarcastic chuckle overflowed from his mouth, and the person in front of him with a bright and smiling face felt extremely strange.

The oath of the two when they were young still echoed in their ears: "Xiaobai, look, my brother will definitely be the most powerful Sichuan cuisine master in China in the future."

Now, he is on the world stage.

But he forgot his original intention.

"Little white ......" Xiaoli looked at Li Bai's ugly face, and wanted to go up and hold his hand, but he skillfully avoided it.

Taking a deep breath, he shook his head slowly, "Leave me alone for a while."

……

"Whew! His grandmother—" Chef Lai was furious. Although I had long expected such a show, I would never have imagined that someone would be so despicable and shameless as to change the name of their country's cuisine.

Yu Jian frowned, and before she could speak, she heard the host's exaggerated shout: "Wow-Neon Country has been completed, then please invite our judges to come up and taste it!"

There were five judges in the qualifiers, three of whom had typical foreign faces, and the other two were Orientals. Yu Jian carefully observed the facial features of the judges, and found that the eastern face of one of the middle-aged men seemed to match the information given to him by Tang Yuan.

As if sensing that someone was looking at him, the man cast his gaze in the direction of the Huaxia team, and the two eyes met, and the man was slightly stunned, and then showed a smile.

Mapo tofu is the soul of Sichuan cuisine, and its essence lies in the dual taste of hemp and spicy, one should be hot, the other should be more oily, and the third is that the meat foam should be as fine as possible, and it is best to use beef. But from a quick glance just now, Yu Jian had a bottom in his heart, this man who looked like Li Bai didn't seem to have mastered the soul of this dish.

He uses minced pork.

The judges had already picked up the spoon and began to taste the dish.

Sure enough, when it was the turn of the oriental man, he frowned slightly and shook his head slightly.

This scene was seen by the host's sharp eyes, and he hurriedly slid forward and asked, "Andy, do you think it's not delicious?"