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Liu Jun laughed as he ran to Lang Chuan's side and whispered: "Mr Lam, don't worry, we will settle it. This Ye surnamed one said that since you are competing with this Zhang man in culinary arts today, then he will set up a victory prize. Whoever wins will be able to take away the prize money of 30,000 yuan!"

Lang Chuan pretended to be reserved, and spoke with a tone of arrogance: "What, only thirty thousand? After we win? "

Liu Jun really wanted to strangle this damned fatty, thinking: Why aren't you willing to pay the thirty thousand? Did she really treat him as her wrist?

But Liu Jun was still counting on this damn fatty to slap his face hard on Zhang Yitian, of course he wouldn't offend him!

Liu Jun smiled and said: "Sigh, to be honest, as long as Mr Lam can make that brat look bad today, I will definitely give him another ten thousand! What's more, if he won against that kid, wouldn't that be a matter of holding a pinch? A single dish would earn you forty thousand yuan, which is probably more than what you earned in the chef competition, right? "

came back to his senses when he heard Liu Jun's words, after thinking about it for a while, wouldn't forty thousand dollars really be too easy to earn?

"Alright!" Lang Chuan replied, "Let's go back to the ten thousand you mentioned!"

Liu Jun nodded and quickly said to the people on the table: "I just discussed it with manager Ye in the restaurant, since it's a competition, then the eyes of the crowd will be clear, let them decide the victor in the end!"

Poking at Ye Yu, Liu Jun revealed a sly smile.

Ye Yu hurriedly said, "Err … In order to make this competition more interesting and interesting, our Drunken Immortal has decided at the last minute. The one who has won today will receive our Drunken Immortal's reward of thirty thousand yuan! "

Agree? And there was even a winning bonus? When everyone heard this, no one present was surprised.

Jiao Yanyan's fiery temper immediately flared up and he pointed at Ye Yu: "What's wrong with you? Letting Zhang Yitian compete with him in front of so many people, wasn't that humiliating? Lang Chuan is the best chef in the entire province, and Zhang Yitian is not the best chef … "

Ye Yu frowned but did not say anything. He could do nothing about this matter, it was all Liu Jun's fault.

If he did not agree to Liu Jun's suggestion, not to mention letting Lang Chuan perform, even if he did not eat here, it would be a completely different matter.

"Splendid!" What are you saying! " Liu Jun hurriedly stopped her from speaking further, "Since Zhang Yitian wants to challenge someone, then we must accept our fate. This is the rule!"

Liu Jun asked Zhang Yitian: "I say, do you agree? Mr. Zhang! Give me a straightforward word! Mr Lam is waiting for you! "

Zhang Yitian's expression did not change, he left his seat and walked to Liu Jun: "Everything will be decided according to Director Liu's words!"

Liu Jun laughed craftily: "Alright, Manager Ye, let your men set up the stage, the show will begin soon!"

Ye Yu smiled unnaturally and quickly retreated a few steps.

The house fell into silence, no one spoke, but they were all sweating for Zhang Yitian.

No one thought highly of him. It was as if, other than Zhang Yitian, no one in this world believed that Zhang Yitian could defeat him.

After a long while, the sound of someone lifting something up could be heard.

On the second floor, there was a mouth shaped corridor, which was surrounded by a circular room. In the middle of the room was a huge patio, and from the tables and chairs between the fences on the second floor, one could see a side of the hall that was not a grand stage.

Usually, they would perform a few songs to liven things up, but today, it just so happened to be the stage for Zhang Lang and Meng Li.

After setting up all the tables on the floor below, everything was ready. Ye Yu slowly knocked on the door.

"Everyone, everything is ready outside. Mr Lam and Mister Zhang, please head downstairs!" Ye Yu continued, "As for the others, I have already prepared the best viewing platforms for all of you, I guarantee that they will be places where you can see the competition the most directly."

Liu Jun hurriedly packed up and led Lang Chuan out the door. Zhang Yitian and a few others slowly walked out of the private room.

Jiao Haichuan, Lin Muru and the rest were placed in the spectator's grandstand that was closest to the fence. Zhang Yitian and Lang Chuan were immediately invited downstairs.

Everyone squeezed out from the rooms upstairs, some of them couldn't help but shout out his name when they saw Lang Chuan.

Originally, he had earned more than twenty thousand per person's income in a one or four star hotel. However, now that he had managed to get the price for the dishes, the rich lords were willing to spend tens of thousands of dollars to invite him to cook a table of food. Those who did not have money could only take a look.

Being able to see Lang Chuan today was also the fortune of most of them.

Lang Chuan was like a star, waving his hand towards the crowd below from time to time.

After being invited to the reception desk on the first floor, a young man who seemed to be the host walked up with Mike in his hand.

The host had delicate features and looked like a phoenix among men. This caused some of the young girls on the second floor to yell.

He first introduced himself to let everyone know that he was the host of this kind of program in Drunken Immortal.

The host continued for a while longer, and finally cut to the chase, "Today, we were fortunate enough to get Mr. Lang Chuan to visit our store … Today, Mr. Lang Chuan and the Mr. Zhang beside me will have an interesting showdown, and the winner will receive our reward of thirty thousand … "

The host went on and on for a bit, then walked to Zhang Yitian's side and asked: "Mr. Zhang, everyone knows Mr Lam very well, but which hotel do you work at? Looking at how young you are, you must be young and vigorous, that's why you are challenging the Mr Lam, right? "

Zhang Yitian looked at the sea of people below and below him. He was a little nervous from the bottom of his heart, but he still suppressed it and tried his best to suppress all the negative emotions.

"I'm not a chef!" Zhang Yitian said, "I am just a farmer, as for challenging this Mr Lam, it's not because you are young, but because there are some things, you will have to use results to speak, no?"

There were no less than a hundred people upstairs and downstairs, and when they heard Zhang Yitian call themselves a farmer, they all orderly let out an inconceivable sound.

"Are you joking? Peasant? Challenge a top chef? This brat didn't take any medicine did he? "

"Hehe, I thought it was some rich second generation's willfulness. I didn't think a country bumpkin would be so arrogant …"

"What on earth is this person thinking?" "If he wins, I'll eat this wooden fence …"

The crowd started to clamor, and all of them started to mock Zhang Yitian.

The sounds of ridicule from all around gushed into Jiao Yanyan and Lin Muru's ears like tidewater. The two of them started to worry for no reason.

The host saw that the situation was spiraling out of control, so he patted the microphone and said: "Okay, since there are people supporting each other! Let's wait and see who will win this match. "

Just as the host finished, someone from the crowd shouted: "What's the point of watching? Why not just give the money to Lang Chuan and fight with a farmer? At least you guys could think of something … "

No one paid any attention to the ones who were speaking. Instead, they each made their own preparations.

According to their previous agreement, Lang Chuan had to make the first move. But Zhang Yitian sat below the stage, carefully watching every single change in Lang Chuan's technique.

A table was placed on top of the table. There was a cutting board, a steamer, an oven … All the tools were available.

Lang Chuan taking care of the young goose was also the most important step of the whole dish.

Lang Chuan used the back of the blade to "force" the bones out of the young goose. This was a huge test of the chef's professionalism, he had to use the knife to beat and crush them, separating the meat out of the bones, then from the only hole in his body, he would squeeze out all of the bones.

A little carelessness can leave a bone or break a goose's body.

This was one of the reasons why young geese were chosen as ingredients. The meat of young geese was elastic, and not easy to break, unlike the meat of half or adult geese. If the meat was not careful, it would be punctured.

Lang Chuan's techniques were quick and professional, but when handling it, he was still careful, and looked a little slow.

Even so, those who had their heads stuck out to watch the show still applauded. To them, this level of craftsmanship was like a magic shock to the senses.

The crowd cheered, but with every shout from the spectators, Lin Muru and Jiao Yanyan's hearts were filled with worry.

The two of them looked more anxious than Zhang Yitian.

On the other hand, Zhang Yitian, even the people beside him, were constantly cheering for him, excitedly discussing just how great his ability was. However, it was as if he was completely covered up, his eyes were still staring straight at Lang Chuan, and there was even a slight smile on his lips.

From the very first action that Lang Chuan took, Zhang Yitian had already secretly activated the roulette like spell.

Zhang Yitian felt that Lang Chuan's movements, seemed to be ten thousand times slower, as he could clearly see every single one of Lang Chuan's movements.

Lang Chuan appeared like a transparent person in front of him.

Lang Chuan seemed to release a series of mysterious symbols with every movement, and these things were sucked into Zhang Yitian's brain like data.

A few exquisite and profound movements would usually result in more data appearing, and some chicken ribs like movements, the number of mysterious symbols would gradually decrease, and would be replaced by other things that were derived from the things that Zhang Yitian had copied out from the previous records.

Lang Chuan spent twenty minutes to clean up the entire young goose. Wiping away his sweat, Lang Chuan smiled provocatively at Zhang Yitian.

"I have practiced this martial arts for twenty years!" Lang Chuan brought up the young goose that had only a piece of soft flesh and said, "Mr. Zhang, can you do it?"

Zhang Yitian's mind felt a little dizzy. The data just now was too huge, and after smoothing it out for a long time, he was finally able to process that huge amount of data intermittent.

In the end, it was like a pile of messy writing paper had been bound into a detailed textbook, and the completed data was imprinted in Zhang Yitian's mind.

Zhang Yitian laughed: "Alright! "Let me try."