"Old Man Leng is really a model in my chef world, he travels all over the world alone, just to collect spices, admirable, fearless, and invincible in cooking!"

The chefs of other restaurants in Aoba City looked at the various condiments placed on the old man's table, and couldn't help but secretly praise them one by one, although they were challengers in Shangcheng, but this spirit was really admirable.

"Hehe, I have these things here!"

Zhang Yi was not to be outdone, after the old man finished speaking, his eyes flashed, and he pointed to the seasonings in front of him one by one with a spoon, and said: "Old man, I have the seasonings you have, and I have the ones you don't have! Although my cooking skills are not high, I am the chef of the Liu family!"

"Huh?"

Old Man Leng's pupils shrank slightly, and his cloudy eyes immediately became extremely bright, staring at Zhang Yi deeply, his face couldn't help but show a touch of color, and he was shocked: "No wonder I thought you were familiar just now, you are the stinky boy who followed Lao Liu back then!"

"Yes, it's down there. Zhang Yi said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"No wonder, no wonder ......"

Old Man Leng suddenly realized and said: "No wonder you, a chef who has built a foundation and cultivated, would be willing to be a subordinate to a little girl in the Condensation Realm, and you are still desperate, it turned out to be Lao Liu's little slave back then." ”

This sentence is extremely tricky and vicious, and Zhang Yi is not as good as a pig and a dog, it seems that this cold old man is still a little scheming, and before the "battle" has started, he will first hit the enemy psychologically.

"Haha!"

Zhang Yi looked up to the sky and laughed, he couldn't help but not be annoyed, but his face was full of pride, and he said proudly: "I am willing to be a slave, hehe! I am willing, I am happy, what's the matter? Go your own way, let others say it, this is me, my name is Zhang Yi, I speak for myself!"

"Well said, convince people with reason!"

Ye Bufan's eyes lit up, he shouted loudly, and applauded, the surrounding crowd was slightly stunned for a moment, and then burst into a tsunami-like cheer, and he did not hesitate to stingy his palms, and the applause gathered together, rushing to the sky, rushing to all directions.

"Hmph, being a slave is so peaceful, this person's realm is too high, I am not as good as my generation, admire, admire!"

The old man Leng was quite speechless, and after sneering for a few words, he was too lazy to take care of the goods opposite, so he directly picked up the kitchen knife and turned around and walked towards the ingredients.

"Green vegetables or something, I don't need them today, the old man made a smorgasbord of stir-fried curiosmorities for everyone today, and I want to swallow your tongue when you eat it!"

As he spoke, Old Man Leng had already walked in front of all kinds of meat, his eyes swept over it, and then he raised his knife and slashed at all kinds of ingredients, and immediately a child of the Leng family carried the ingredients to the wide table.

So, what kind of meat did Old Man Leng choose? Everyone looked at it intently.

Good guys, there are all the delicacies of the mountains and seas that even monks can hardly enjoy on weekdays: tiger whip, high-grade heavenly spirit chicken wings, bear paws, leopard hearts, deer tails, golden eagle legs, dragon carp, ancient sturgeon, fire lark, rainbow pheasant......

There are more than 20 kinds of meat of all kinds, and they contain spirituality, all of which are cut off from the important parts of the low-level demon beasts that have been killed, all of them are very valuable, it is hard to imagine that with so many high-end ingredients, what kind of earth-shattering food can the old man Leng make!

Although they were unhappy with Old Man Leng in their hearts, the people of Aoba City suddenly had a trace of expectation in their hearts. This old man claims to be unparalleled in cooking, with so many high-end ingredients, what kind of taste can be cooked?

"Haha. ”

Seeing everyone's wonderful looks, Old Man Leng couldn't help but be triumphant, tilted his head and said proudly: "You chefs in Aoba City may not have heard of the wise saying in the chef world - the most high-end ingredients often only need the simplest cooking methods to express their deliciousness as much as possible. ”

"Yes, Old Man Leng is right, this sentence is the truth in the chef world!" Zhang Yi nodded thoughtfully, "I don't know if the old man is going to steam, or stir-fry, boiled, or braised in water?"

"The highest-end ingredients, if there are no good condiments, are just a waste of things. Ye Bufan snorted coldly and secretly raised his middle finger at the old man.

"Haha, with the old man's cooking skills, although there are many ingredients, you can arrange them in a big pot to stir-fry, and you can still drip it!"

The old man was extremely confident, picked up the big knife and walked to the board, grabbed the ingredients with one hand, cut with the other, and a good leopard heart shattered into even small squares under his dazzling magic, which aroused the applause of the people around him.

"Stir-frying, so many high-end ingredients are mixed together and stir-fried, this is ......" Zhang Yi was a little speechless, and could only give a thumbs up in admiration, and said in admiration, "Old Man Leng really deserves to be a well-known chef within a radius of thousands of miles, and he is really a god." ”

"Okay Chef Zhang, don't talk nonsense with him, just slap him in the face with facts!" Ye Bufan gave Zhang Yi a look, "Hurry up, take out your ingredients, he uses expensive meat, you just need to use ordinary meat." ”

"Brother Fan, please rest assured, although Old Man Leng is fierce, he is old after all, and the future of this chef world is still the world of young people in the end!"

After coming down, Zhang Yi looked calm, picked up a big spoon without humility or arrogance, walked to all kinds of ingredients, pointed at all kinds of meat, and immediately someone brought those ingredients to the big table.

Compared with Old Man Leng's various curiosities, Zhang Yi's ingredients are simply no one, let alone a monk, even any mortal knows it. And Zhang Yi's ingredients are not as complex as the cold old man, there are only eight kinds!

Lean pork, pork belly, chicken breast, pork ribs, duck, goose, fish, beef. The ordinary ingredients of the eight pots were placed on the big table, Zhang Yi lifted the knife and raised the knife, and said with an afterimage, and quickly cut the meat into thin slices, distinguishing it from the small squares of the cold old man.

"This guy is not just a slave, I'm afraid he's still a fool, right?" Old Man Leng glanced at him inadvertently, and couldn't help sneering, "It's okay now, Lao Tzu can rest assured, even if he closes his eyes, he can win you, hehe!"

As for the selection of materials for Zhang Yi and Old Man Leng, although they have not yet started to boil oil, they already have an answer in the hearts of the audience. This cooking competition, from the moment it started, meant that it was over, and Zhang Yi had no chance of winning.

"Alas...... Although I don't want to admit it, I ...... I, the chef of Aoba Castle, still have a huge gap compared to those big cities......" The monks of Aoba Castle shook their heads and sighed, their hearts full of wow.

"Alas, I thought I could see a dragon fight, but I never thought that what I saw in the end was a one-sided ......"

Bai Yulong sighed, and a deep regret appeared on his face.