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After thinking about it, Zhang Yitian also had some questions, but as matters stood, he could only bite the bullet and charge forward.

Don't even mention eating it, he had never even heard of this Wild Goose before, so he could not really understand its taste and taste.

Zhang Yitian lowered his head and looked at the few supplementary seasonings on the table, and then looked at the customers who were staring at him with their mouths agape.

How could he have forgotten about this? Zhang Yitian could not help but feel infuriated. However, being angry now wouldn't solve the problem.

Moreover, if he did not add the seasonings, the dish would be tasteless and tasteless. He might even be exposed himself.

Zhang Yitian asked the waiter at the side to bring him a leakage jar to place the seasonings inside. It was enough to take care of the proportion of the different types of ingredients, he placed some on each one of them.

Finally, Zhang Yitian rolled the meat paste tofu filaments one by one and stuffed them into the flat, flat goose's stomach, until he placed a piece of the goose's belly onto a piece that was full of grumbling.

In the end, Zhang Yitian quietly used Growth Technique in the container of seasoning. He was not sure if the technique would work on the seasoning, but he could only treat it like a horse.

Along the way, he also cast a spell on the big stupid goose. Although it didn't seem to change much on the surface, the change in its meat quality was definitely earth-shattering.

Zhang Yitian only hoped that the Growth Technique could help him survive this ordeal.

Before, he had only used it as a fish, but today, the Growth Technique was facing either an old spice or a goose that was picking bones, who knew if it would be effective!

Zhang Yitian's hands trembled, and after a while, he was no longer as calm as before, and beads of perspiration could not help but form on his forehead, and dropped to the ground with a crackling sound.

The spectators on the second floor could not help but be suspicious, thinking in their hearts: What is going on with Zhang Yitian? When he was using his blade techniques on the chopping board, he had been in high spirits. By his side, Lang Chuan was as stupid as a child.

But it was different now, Zhang Yitian was stupid and nimble … After stuffing the seasoning for a long time and stuffing it into the leaking jar, he actually spilled quite a bit of it on the table, making him look rather flustered.

Furthermore, anyone with a discerning eye would be able to tell at a glance, that Zhang Yitian had no idea what proportion of seasonings he was trying to grab.

"What are you doing? So what if I don't want to win? "

"I'm guessing that this kid is deliberately throwing the match? Lang Chuan does have a reputation after all, I think he probably doesn't want to lose too badly … "

"Hehe, what's wrong with being blind. This brat is clearly panicking. I reckon that in the process of seasoning, he will not be able to play around!" "We're finished, we've lost!"

"I think he already lost. No matter what, the supplementary ingredients he mixed are still not as good as mine. There's even a fart taste when he comes out …"

The crowd discussed incessantly at once, and when the voices entered Zhang Yitian's ears, even though Zhang Yitian tried his best to cover these sounds, he still received some influence, and his technique became even more flustered.

Even Lin Muru, who could see the most clearly from upstairs, was sweating profusely as he thought to himself, What exactly is going on with Zhang Yitian? Now and just now were like two completely different people …

Lang Chuan had already placed the goose into the steamer, he was familiar with the steps, and completed them quickly.

He was surprised, when Zhang Yitian was packing the seasonings, his speed had decreased, and he no longer had that lightning-fast speed when he was preparing the cutting board.

Furthermore, when Zhang Yitian was preparing the ingredients just now, his techniques seemed to be slightly panicked, as if he was playing with a different knife.

Seeing the situation, Lang Chuan was ecstatic. This was good news, maybe Zhang Yitian really was just playing on the chopping block, if he really was on fire, he would not even be fart.

Lang Chuan proudly decreased his speed, while teasing and urging Zhang Yitian: "Hey, wasn't that speed just now pretty fast? What, has it become a turtle's crawl now? "

"Hurry up!" Otherwise, you will definitely lose! "

Zhang Yitian rolled his eyes as he thought to himself that he wanted to stab Lang Chuan! After hurriedly living for a long time, he finally stuffed the goose into the steamer.

When he got there, Lang Chuan would quickly prepare the sauce, which would be applied to the goose later.

Only after smearing the goose with the sauce and cooking it repeatedly three times in the oven could this Wild Goose be considered to have succeeded.

At that time, the skin would be crisp and refreshing, and the meat inside would have a sweet, secret flavor …

Lang Chuan's face still had a pleased look, his hands moved extremely quickly, and before long, he had created a pile of foam, and started boiling it in the pot.

This time, Zhang Yitian was finally able to see everything clearly with a single glance, and he quickly returned to his previous state. Not long after, he caught up to the speed of Lang Chuan's hands, and even caused the stewed soup to come out of the wok ahead of time.

The moment the broth was boiled, the rich fragrance already filled the entire hall. The customers upstairs and downstairs all sniffed the rich and alluring fragrance.

From time to time, there would also be people praising such flattering words as good craftsmanship, good soup and so on.

Zhang Yitian heaved a sigh of relief. No matter what, he had managed to stabilize his position.

His forces had stabilized, but Lang Chuan was in a panic and could not choose his course of action. Just now, he had been watching helplessly as Zhang Yitian left him at a loss.

Lang Chuan's sense of smell could be said to be the best amongst them, he only needed to take a sniff to know that the sauce Zhang Yitian cooked was many times richer than his own.

Lang Chuan's face revealed a trace of awkwardness. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't understand what Zhang Yitian was playing at.

Could it be that the earlier panic was an act? He was purposely teasing him to make fun of him?

Thinking about it, Lang Chuan's face turned scarlet red, the corners of his mouth still twitched uncontrollably, and he scolded Zhang Yitian in his heart hundreds of times.

Zhang Yitian didn't really think much of it, he could tell just by looking at it that Lang Chuan was shocked to the point that she couldn't take it anymore.

Perhaps Lang Chuan just now thought that he was going to win, but she turned the tables on him when she made the soup, this really made Lang Chuan, who was just about to come out first, hold it in for a while.

Although Zhang Yitian had the upper hand in the battle from the beginning, but he was still worried about the process of seasoning.

That was the most important thing. If the goose was taken out from the steamer later, even if there was a strange smell, Zhang Yitian wouldn't be able to save it.

Therefore, although he was excited, Zhang Yitian's heart was still full of apprehension.

Time passed second by second. A faint steam came out of the steamer.

The steam actually carried the aroma of meat.

The two geese were both steamed in a steamer. Although they were separated by a wall, the steam was still the same. No one knew just who created the pleasant fragrance that was wrapped within the steam.

The fragrance of meat lingered in the air, and there was even the pure and heavy sweet fragrance of the seasonings mixed within, causing one's appetite to increase upon smelling it.

Some of them mumbled out a mouthful of saliva from their lips.

"It's too fragrant …" "If I had eaten it, it might not have been so delicious …"

"Yes, yes. It's just that I don't know who did it …"

"Sigh, of course it's Lang Chuan, he's the one who concocted the secret spice, that brat just blindly used the seasoning, he almost stuffed the spice plate into the goose's stomach …"

The sounds of these discussions were stopped in Zhang Yitian's ears, but he was also worrying about whether it was possible. If it was really like this, then there was no need to compete anymore, he could just admit defeat.

Lang Chuan, who was at the side, had a pleased look on his face. He was happy because he was very clear that he would definitely win this time, and it was because of the rich seasoning that only he could concoct.

Lang Chuan was almost unable to control himself from drooling, he pretended to wipe his sweat, while doing so, he wiped the saliva at the corner of his mouth.

He was even a little surprised. He had used this secret ingredient bag for more than ten years, but today, this strong fragrance seemed to have never been here before.

Carrying these doubts, Lang Chuan laughed, he felt that, just by relying on this fragrance, he would definitely win!

Everyone was looking forward to it, other than the few people who were approaching Zhang Yitian.

They had also smelled the fragrance, and it was indeed very tempting …

However, this would only worsen their uneasiness. Lin Muru could not sit still, and the tip of his feet continuously tapped on the ground, producing an anxious and frequent sound.

Yet Jiao Haichuan had already smoked six or seven cigarettes in such a skillful manner, the butts of the cigarettes had already been extinguished messily in the ashtray.

Jiao Yanyan's face was also burning with anxiety. He turned around and glanced at Jiao Haichuan, and quietly muttered: "Father …"

Jiao Haichuan waved his hand and did not let her continue speaking. Unless it was the last moment, no one would know whether they would win or lose.

Everything depended on the last entrance!

After about half an hour, a rich fragrance filled up the entire Drunken Immortal's middle hall. Right now, only Drunken Immortal deserved its name.

During this time, Ye Yu ordered everyone to get a few cups of Dry-Fruit Tea. He wasn't so nervous now.

Right now, everyone seemed to be eagerly waiting for something to happen, waiting for the moment the steamer was opened.

As long as Lang Chuan was showing off his culinary skills in the Drunken Immortal, when this matter spread out, the reputation of his Drunken Immortal would still skyrocket.

The place Lang Chuan was publicly performing at was equivalent to having a golden signboard affixed to his Drunken Immortal. The Drunken Immortal would also quickly rise to prominence with Lang Chuan's fame.

Just thirty thousand, Ye Yu would probably be able to exchange it for three hundred thousand from his competitors.

The astute merchants would not wait for such a pointless result. Ye Yu turned and left, heading straight back to his own office.

This matter had to be reported in the newspapers so that its influence would be expanded bit by bit.

Ye Yu couldn't help but feel excited in his heart. He thought that after this day, his Drunken Immortal would be able to quickly move to the next level and stand shoulder to shoulder with the top restaurants in the Linyi City.

The person who had been controlling the fire the entire time, was still Lang Chuan. After twenty years of working in the industry, his control over fire had reached a superb level.

This cooking method of fumigating, one more minute, the goose will be loose, thus losing the taste. If it was just one short minute, it would look leathery and unfavorable, but it would also lose its taste, and might even affect the taste.

A good chef had first-rate control over time, and Lang Chuan was one of the best. Zhang Yitian had learned a lot from him today.

Lang Chuan continuously adjusted the temperature of the fire, and at times, steam would gush out from the steamer, but at other times, the fire would be reduced because of him, and the smell would only come out …

From the time they entered the steamer, a full 40 minutes had passed … Lang Chuan's mouth revealed a smirk, and decisively switched off the heat.