The beer judges held the box in their hands like a treasure, looked at it over and over again, and each time they could discover something more magical to him, but he always felt that the characters in the box were a little familiar.

Defeated by his memory, he had to ask, "What's the name of this snack?"

With a sneer, his gaze drifted to the door of the neon restaurant, frozen on the oval red lantern. If he remembers correctly, lanterns are also traditional Chinese decorations. He spoke slowly, "The Chinese chef called them 'Su Steaming Voice'."

"What?!" The judges of the Kimchi Country were shocked, "Isn't the Suxuan sound part a traditional food in the Neon Country? How does a Chinese restaurant do this...... Is it ......?"

&y glanced at him, "The vegetarian steamed voice is a delicacy of the Chinese Tang Dynasty, and this is said to be a dish, but it is actually a pastry. Neon not only wants to tamper with its own history, but even wants to plunder other people's things......

"Damn!" The kimchi national judges exited the quintessence of the country and gained the attention of several people.

The beer judges complained coldly: "If I remember correctly, your country also likes to plunder things in China, isn't it?" The last "ah" word dragged on for a long time, which directly made the old face of the kimchi national judges blush, and they felt like they were being pierced.

He sneered, and quickly closed his mouth, so as not to lead the war to himself in the end.

The Maple Leaf National Judges chewed on the musician's instrument with relish while listening to the conversation of several people. What he got was a tambourine in the musician's hand, with a golden bell hanging down, the drum surface slightly bulging, and the musician's expression was very intoxicated, and he seemed to be attracted by the beautiful music he played. The complexion of the whole person is even, and only a little red glow is left on the face.

The filling of this snack is also very peculiar, with a smell of medicinal herbs, and it seems to smell like ginseng. However, this taste is extremely elegant, and it is not a medicinal taste at all in the mouth, which makes him feel particularly magical.

"Expensive, right?" He bit off Legong's leg and asked vaguely. If he guessed correctly, this should be the mysterious medicinal food craft of China, which is said to be something that only emperors can eat, and it is very valuable.

&y smiled mysteriously and shook his head; "It's free, but it's not free."

Where does this begin? A few people couldn't help but be a little curious. The judges of the Kimchi Country didn't understand and waited blankly for him to explain.

"Huaxia said that this is a reward for diners, so it is free. But the diners pay automatically, so it's not free. I have to say that Huaxia is more likely to get the favor of customers than neon." In contrast, he felt more and more that Takeda was despicable. Andy has been in the food industry for so many years, and he has seen chefs who put interests first, and he has also seen chefs who keep their original intentions, but there are really not many people like Takeda who are so shameless.

Between the lightning and sparks, several Chinese chefs appeared in front of his eyes. His mind at the moment was complicated, with pride and some regret.

Soon, it was time for the business to close.

Fang Zilu pounded his sore old waist and cried bitterly, "The work of this white case is really not easy. You can stand at the cooking table for hours with a single pastry, masters, you guys are amazing!" Compared to his tiredness, the rest of them were in good spirits.

Master Ah Huan came in with the cash box, and his face was a little strange: "It's quite heavy."

Fang Zilu took it and shook it, there was a heavy muffled sound inside, and his expression was happy: "It seems that there are indeed more than I imagined."

At this time, the staff of the organizer walked in and began to count today's turnover. Zhang Hua was extremely nervous in his heart, and he shrank his hand behind him and clenched it into a fist. Chef Lai, who was standing next to him, patted him on the shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile: "I think we have a good chance of winning."

Although the final duel is free, the turnover from morning to night is not bad, and several of them are masters who run the restaurant all year round, so you can sweep out how much money you can make at a glance. So Chef Lai is still quite confident.

"$289,000." After counting the last banknote, the organizer enters the numbers on the tablet system.

Fang Zilu: "This ...... This...... Isn't that right......" The boss's eyes widened, and he didn't count as he looked at the table

Exceptionally much money.

The staff removed the banknotes, revealing the white cheques underneath, explaining, "Most of the money is concentrated on the cheques, ranging from $10,000 to $30,000. We've checked and these cheques are fully honourable." Then he said, "Congratulations on your victory for the second day."

「YES！」 Fang Zilu jumped up excitedly, and suddenly hung on Chef Lai's body, dragging a huge body of a hundred and dozens of catties and howling, "Master Lai, we won!" Win!"

At first glance, hearing this astonishing number, Yu Jian was also startled, and what she thought was incredible. The price of the pastry was set by several of them, and each person set the price of cabbage at 69 yuan, so that they could eat it in the market for a day. No matter how large the flow of people is, it is absolutely impossible to reach such an amount.

The large amount of the check should have been given by the diners spontaneously after the sound of the steaming voice, and they must have given more money.

Yu Jian stopped the staff who was about to go out and discussed, "If I can, I want to return these checks to them, is that okay?"

The staff hesitated: "If you return it, you need to subtract your corresponding turnover."

"And if we take that out, are we less neon than neon?"

The staff suddenly realized, "Not really, even if you reduce this, you are still far ahead."

Yu Jian laughed wantonly, and in the encouraging eyes of the masters behind him, he said, "Then trouble you, please return these large sums of money to them, and thank them."

The staff member looked unnatural, with scrutiny in his eyes, and asked again, "Are you sure?"

All the money in the operation of the tournament will eventually go to the team after excluding the cost of ingredients, which has been stated at the beginning of the competition. As much as you give, you will get as much as you get, which is also an eternal truth abroad.

Yu Jian's eyes shone with stars: "We...... Sure!"

"Good!" The young staff also laughed, and their hearts became more and more disgusted with the neon team. After the business ended, his first stop was the Neon Restaurant. The people of the Neon Country have probably heard the news that Huaxia Dim Sum is free, and Takeda Dairo is making a lot of nonsense in it, full of words that slander Huaxia. When I saw them, I didn't give them the most basic respect, and I didn't even look at them directly.

And these chefs in Huaxia not only serve them tea and water, but also speak with humility. In the face of such a huge amount of money, they are not moved at all.

If they were judges, they would also stand firmly on the side of Huaxia!