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"It's a success!" Lang Chuan laughed at Zhang Yitian, "The good show has only just begun, what was that just now, it was nothing!"

After hearing what Lang Chuan said, Zhang Yitian became even more unsettled. Although he had been controlling his expression, but it seemed like there was nowhere to place his hands, as if there was no place to place him.

Lang Chuan was the first to open his bamboo steamer, and a burst of fragrance immediately gushed out. The fragrance seemed to have a color, rendering the entire Drunken Immortal bright and vibrant.

Lang Chuan sniffed the air and felt that the smell was at least 20% worse than what he smelt just now. He could not help but be confused.

But now that things had developed to this point, Lang Chuan didn't have to worry about all that anymore. He just kept on telling himself that he must have been too nervous just now, and got a little muddled.

Lang Chuan took his "Wild Goose" out of the steamer and looked like a golden phoenix. The young goose's entire body was covered in a golden sheen of oil and inside the goose's stomach, it looked as if some kind of treasure was stuffed inside.

Lang Chuan took a sharp knife that looked like a willow leaf and lightly scraped a small piece of the goose's meat.

After putting it into his mouth, Lang Chuan began to carefully taste it...

As soon as he opened his mouth, he had a plan. Not only was this his best performance, his skill level was also among the best.

"I don't believe that I can't take down this boy with just his skills!" Lang Chuan was extremely arrogant in his heart as he thought in disdain.

Lang Chuan's goose was indeed alluring, to the point that even Zhang Yitian was moved by it.

Lang Chuan then picked out a piece of mutton with tofu thread rolled in it.

The tofu filament had almost melted due to the high temperature of the steam, bits and pieces of it stuck onto the lamb roll. The mutton was completely cooked, with a hint of purplish brown. The tofu hung from it, and the mutton was as beautiful as a painting.

Lang Chuan also tasted it, and instantly, he could not help but smile, and at the same time, shouted out, "It's done, there's no need to compete anymore! No need to compare... "I'm definitely going to win …"

Lang Chuan had eaten precious delicacies before, but this was the first time he was shocked to such an extent by the food that he cooked.

Lang Chuan's way of eating caused the dazed spectators upstairs and downstairs to stare blankly, as they fiercely gulped down their saliva.

No one paid any more attention to Zhang Yitian. By the time Zhang Yitian reached the front of the steamer, Lang Chuan had already started to brush the soy sauce on the goose.

Everyone's gaze turned towards Lang Chuan, wishing they could take a few bites of him.

When Zhang Yitian saw all of this, he could not help but be disappointed, and casually opened the lid of the steamer.

The moment the lid on the steamer was opened, Zhang Yitian was completely stunned. A burst of fragrance that seemed to want to captivate a person's soul rose into the air along with the lid of the steamer, and completely surrounded Zhang Yitian.

The fragrance actually had a color and was suffused with a faint golden light.

What was even more miraculous was that the boneless body of the goose actually swelled up from the steam, appearing round and round.

"This... "Beautiful!" From the spectators on the second floor, someone shouted out in surprise, "How is this food?" "Like porcelain?"

After the shout, the people first looked towards the person who shouted, and then their gazes all landed on the fat and fat, silly and shiny goose under Zhang Yitian's hands.

"Oh my god!" How did it get bigger? "At least a circle …"

"This... Is this kid really a juggler? "

"You guys smell it, mmm ~ it's too fragrant …"

Everyone started to discuss among themselves, but it was also because Zhang Yitian's Steamed Goose Art was too enticing.

The body of the goose emitted waves of faint steam. Its entire body swelled up like a ball.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Yitian's heart was finally at ease. Furthermore, the refreshing fragrance also made Zhang Yitian believe that he had already won this competition.

When Lang Chuan heard the exclamations that were like tidewater, he also looked over to Zhang Yitian's direction. With just a glance, all the hairs on his body stood on end.

Lang Chuan cried out in his heart. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, but in the end, the only thing he saw was still the fat yellow goose.

Lang Chuan's hands had stopped moving, he stared at the direction in shock, his mind a blank.

What was the point of trying so hard? The fat goose under Zhang Yitian continued to emit steam with a rich fragrance, the smell of which spread into Lang Chuan's nose, making him even more unable to believe it.

He had at least been a Wild Goose for more than ten years, but this was the first time he had seen a semi-finished product that could emit such a strong fragrance.

Although Lang Chuan was not convinced on the surface, and his face was extremely long, but from the bottom of his heart, he still accepted his fate.

Just based on this feeling, the last bit of defense Lang Chuan had in his heart was defeated.

The following match was indeed insignificant, Lang Chuan's face did not seem to be satisfied, it was slowly turning gloomy.

This was the disparity between them. Lang Chuan had always felt that, since he was the province's kitchen king, facing a character like Zhang Yitian, wouldn't he be able to get rid of the problem with a single move?

But this completely opposite solution, simply made Lang Chuan want to run into a tree and kill himself.

"You're only at this level and you're still the provincial champion? "You didn't give the judges any money did you …"

"Just a moment ago, he mocked me for being a farmer. But now, it's good. A dignified chef actually hasn't even won against a farmer. How embarrassing …"

"Let's go down."

"Scram …"

The ridiculing voices from the crowd continued, Lang Chuan's face was flushed red, she wished she could find a hole to hide in.

Lang Chuan was a little regretful in his heart. If he had not listened to Liu Jun's slanderous words and come here, he might not have encountered such an ugly thing.

After working so hard to accumulate half of his lifetime's reputation, he had lost to Zhang Yitian just like that.

He was feeling both hatred and helplessness now. Zhang Yitian's disguise as a pig to eat the tiger was indeed impressive, he did not forget to tease during this period of time. Lang Chuan really wanted to use his horse and brandish his blade to kill Zhang Yitian.

But when he thought about it again, Lang Chuan felt relieved. He was indeed weaker than her in terms of techniques. Zhang Yitian's astounding strength was both admirable and astounding.

After being a chef for dozens of years, Lang Chuan asked himself in his heart, based on Zhang Yitian's strength, was he really lacking a lot?

He had never encountered such an amazing blade skill from when Zhang Yitian was born, not to mention that Zhang Yitian was so young.

Furthermore, when Zhang Yitian was mixing the seasonings, Lang Chuan was watching with his eyes, Zhang Yitian's technique was... It shouldn't even be called a technique, it's just a bunch of random things …

But in the end, even this random move of Zhang Yitian's was even more miraculous than the secret formula that Lang Chuan had meticulously studied for half his life.

What else could he say? Zhang Yitian this brat looked like a normal person who couldn't even be found after falling into the pile. Today, it could be said that he had taught Lang Chuan a solid lesson.

Lang Chuan looked carefully at the tempting fat goose under Zhang Yitian's hands, and suddenly cupped his fists. His tone was filled with heartache as he said helplessly: "This little brother! I, Lang Chuan, was the one who offended you previously, and I, the one who failed to recognize a true god … I admit defeat for today's matter! I am convinced of my defeat! "

Zhang Yitian was brushing sauce on the fat goose, the saliva at the corner of his mouth was all sucked back two or three times.

All of a sudden, he was called out by Lang Chuan. Zhang Yitian raised his head and looked at him blankly: "What?"

"…"

Lang Chuan really wanted to find a hole to hide in, his face had a trace of anger, but he suppressed it in the end.

Zhang Yitian really did not hear it clearly, because his earlier attention was focused on Lang Chuan. He heard Lang Chuan mutter a few words, then clasp his fist towards him. Of course he did not understand what that meant.

Zhang Yitian's reaction in rushing over had made the bored spectators laugh for a long time. Someone pointed directly at Lang Chuan and shouted, "That guy with the surname of Lang! "Did you see that? With your level, no one wants to bother about you …"

Lang Chuan raised his head and stared at the fellow who spoke, he extended his hand and pinched the kitchen knife, and seeing that the fellow's face had suddenly turned gloomy and cold, he lowered his head again.

With another cupped fist, Lang Chuan said again with some unwillingness: "This brother! In today's competition, I, Lang Chuan, admit defeat. I will be honest, your strength is far above mine, my skills are not comparable to yours, admit defeat! In my heart, I'm convinced too! "

This admission of defeat was too sudden, and even Zhang Yitian was caught off guard. While brushing the sauce on his hand, he slowly stopped.

After hearing what Lang Chuan had said, Zhang Yitian was first a little surprised, and then followed with a heartfelt excitement.

The victory came too suddenly, Zhang Yitian almost could not believe it, he had defeated the famous chef from the entire province, Lang Chuan, and even the dishes were not completed yet.

Zhang Yitian was also at a loss of what to do. He raised his hand and imitated Lang Chuan's actions and cupped his fists. Good... Oh no, thank you for your guidance! "

Lang Chuan muttered in his heart, thinking, you must be doing this on purpose, right? I said a few words of flattery, and you actually answered me? Did I lose on purpose?

The victor was the king, so Lang Chuan didn't dare to say anything. He didn't blame anyone in his heart, and with a belly full of anger that could not be vented, Lang Chuan glared fiercely at Liu Jun on the second floor.

Then, he grabbed the rumbling chef's hat and threw it onto the table. With a huff, he walked quickly towards the entrance of Drunken Immortal.

But just as Lang Chuan walked down the stage for five or six steps, a group of people swarmed into the Drunken Immortal entrance like a swarm of bees.

Someone was carrying a heavy camera, as well as a camera equipped with a short rifle.

Looking over, even a fool could recognize that this was a reporter.

Needless to say, this group of people must have come here for Lang Chuan.

Ever since Lang Chuan had won the Champion Cup, he had faced with this kind of battle a lot. Although he always had to avoid this group of people, they were like a fly that smelled blood. When they received news about Lang Chuan, they would immediately fly towards that direction like a swarm of bees.

A few reporters holding different kinds of microphones immediately surrounded Lang Chuan.

The few reporters were extremely excited when they saw Lang Chuan. Lang Chuan had always avoided them as if they were infected by a plague, and hurriedly ran over after a few sentences. He had been stuck here today, but had wanted to get to the bottom of this.

"Mr. Lang Chuan, how have you been?" a female reporter asked.

When Lang Chuan saw this group of reporters, he wanted to turn around and run away, but he was helpless as this group of reporters all surrounded him like a hundred meter sprint.

Lang Chuan replied snappily, "Not good."

"I heard that you came here today to participate in a culinary competition? You must have lived up to your expectations and won the championship, right? "

Lang Chuan stared at the female reporter, his fists clenching so hard that his fists were cracking …