Unexpectedly, they didn't chase soldiers on the way to the hotel. After going through all the formalities, no one came out to make trouble.
Of course, when the two of them appeared in the hotel, countless eyes had fallen on them.
The kitchen god of China has always attracted attention when participating in this international competition. On the one hand, Zhou Xing was so dazzling that everyone's name was forgotten at that time, except Zhou Xing.
The world's first, the only Kitchen God, and the first man to make the world intoxicated in Chinese cuisine.
Although Zhou Xing never participated in the competition again, the Chinese people who came to the competition every time were so excellent in cooking that everyone subconsciously regarded the Chinese people as the only opponent in each International Kitchen God competition.
However, every time the Chinese kitchen gods come to the competition, they are all those old chefs over the age of 50. Wu Lai is so young, no matter which country he is, this is the first time he has seen it!
Wu Lai is used to this kind of look, especially when there are several other people staring at his little aunt. He smiled at the little aunt around him and said, "aunt, it seems that your charm is not low, so many people are staring at you."
"Don't be a liar. Your little aunt is so beautiful that people are fascinated. It's inevitable that they keep staring at me. I haven't seen any woman who can compare with me." Speaking of this, Murong Yan said proudly.
"Feifei, Xinxin, Xiaomin, Ziling... Isn't this quite a lot?" Wu Lai said while counting his fingers.
"Shut up!" Murong Yan patted the smelly boy's head. Aren't these all his women? Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so there is no room for comparison!
Wu Lai muttered, "didn't I tell the truth?"
"Still say?" Murong Yan raised her hand to teach the boy a lesson. Then she noticed that there were several foreigners over there who seemed to have to come over and said, "come on, I don't want to be entangled by any wild bees and butterflies. These foreigners can be entangled."
"Experienced." Wu Lai muttered again.
"Talk less and do more." Facing Wu Lai's forehead, Murong Yan came for a moment, making Wu Lai dare not talk any more.
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"They've arrived, don't they?" The twelve of the fallen angels sat together, and little Satan also sat aside. However, unlike before, their faces are getting worse and worse now.
"Wait a minute. Don't worry. I had an agreement with them at the beginning. At least I can't do whatever I want in front of everyone." Lucifer said in a deep voice, but all that sounded in his brain were the five mysterious Chinese people, who made them even have no desire to do it now.
"Don't want to make wedding clothes for others?" Beside Lucifer, a man asked.
Lucifer did not speak.
Silence is the best answer.
As the most top-notch existence in Europe, when have they been so called upon? It's like that they are no longer the kings of Europe, no longer the existence of dominating the list, but more like the younger brothers who have been incorporated by these Chinese people.
Although they have the same purpose as the dark five old people, now he is unwilling to be a gun bearer for these people.
"Master, I want to meet Wu Lai."