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"Mr. John Doyle, I don't think that bowl tasted good. Let's try this bowl." As he spoke, Guo Xie poured another bowl for John Doyle. John Doyle nodded with a hint of gratitude. There was no taste in that bowl just now, could it be that this bowl had a taste?

However, the moment the first spoonful of the second bowl was put into his mouth, John Doyle stood up abruptly. Three years ago, the most outstanding chef in the United States had been beaming with joy.

"Little brother, I see that you still have some leftover food, why don't you let us have a taste of it, we have been fighting in the kitchen for so long, we are really a little hungry, we also want to know your strength, we really don't have any money, if you win, I'm afraid their wives would have all lost." Guo nodded with a smile and took out a few cups from the house. He was the opponent when it came to cooking, and a friend when it was over.

"One cup each. Don't ask me for more after drinking it. The rest should be enough for us to fill our stomachs." Guo Xie said with a smile. Each of them had a glass of wine. Although they didn't know where this wine came from, they didn't ask about it. The six of them surrounded the remaining Yaochi and went to the meeting.

"Grandfather is right, all the delicious food in the world comes from China. I think it's time for me to really go back." The dragon ate a mouthful of food, its eyes filled with tears. Then, it drank a mouthful of wine, its entire body trembling. The dragon shook its head, unable to utter a single word.

"Michelin's Three Star Chef? Hahaha! What a joke! We've fought for such a long time for such a great title! Compared to Mr. Guo, our culinary skills are way too lacking!" Ma Ke said as he shook his head. The others already knew that Nangong Zi was Guo Xie, and they all nodded in agreement.

"Chefs, you are the members of this competition, we have yet to determine the victor. You can't eat everything." Watson finished the first bowl of soup given to him by Guo Que, stood up and said, and the judges nodded in agreement.

"If you want to eat it, then take it. Why do you need to come up with such a reason? There's only good food and no wine, and even if you eat it, it will be for nothing." He had lost, yes, he had lost this time, and he was convinced of his defeat.

"Mister Nangong, I, Pircadero, apologize to you for my ignorance and rudeness. I hope that I can find a chance to go to China and taste the delicacies you've cooked." After he finished speaking, Ka Di Luo walked down from the judge's bench, "I am just a tailor. What Chef Hua Xia said is correct." Those who didn't know what had happened burst out laughing again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, can you all tell me the final result of the competition? I think you all need not say, although the jumping wall is very delicious, but the last step of the jumping wall cannot be described as delicious. It reminds me of my first love, of my mother, of my children, and reminds me of all good things." The judges had already regained their calm, and they all nodded their heads.

The competition is over, then I have to announce the results. The first match is between the Chinese Divine Chef Nangong good against Anthony, the second match is between Nangong good against Ma Ke, the second match is between Nangong good against Ma Ke, the third match is between Nangong good against Ma Ke, Nangong good against Hillger, Nangong good against Nan Gong, and the last match is between Nangong good against Ke Long, Jack Long, and Nangong good victory. As his voice grew louder, the people below the stage started to shout as well.

"Drinking, you bet thirty thousand on that Chinese Godly Chef to win, you sent it, three million dollars, you can pay back the money you owe Hunter. Drinking, you have to treat us to wine today." The drunkard had never expected that he would win the bet this time. He had already wanted to kill himself after the Fighting Chef was done drinking bullets, but he didn't expect that he would actually win.

"I won. I won. I won. I lost 10,000 yuan from the Chinese Godly Chef five-zero Hilton Hotel in Las Vegas, USA. Heavens, I won. How do you know he won?" In the Martial City Affiliated High School, a youngster from Year 1 of the second year surrounded Richy Rich and asked loudly.

"Follow Togo and don't ask about food or drinks. The business of the Las Vegas casino is being handled very quickly. I think your money will arrive soon. Just treat me to a good meal when the time comes." He didn't tell Richy Rich before he left for the United States, but Richy Rich still found out from the video that Nangong Zi was Guo. From the moment he found out about the competition, he called the infirmary to find out if Guo Xie was there, and he already guessed that it was probably him. Otherwise, how could Nangong Lingmo be so close to this Nangong.

"I'm a genius, not to mention Brother Yuan and Dazhu, I know who that person is, haha." Qian Duoduo couldn't help but ask as he watched his classmates leave.

The fight was over, but it was not the end of the day. In other words, the good show had just begun, and Mr. Qi of the Las Vegas casino had also arrived at the Hilton Hotel, where the people in the hall had not left yet and were eating and drinking. It seemed that nothing was going to happen, but in a small conference room in Hilton, several people were sitting on the sofa without a word.

"Tim, this is your place. Tell me why someone would appear with a gun. The target is unexpectedly Mister Nangong. Did you have any conflicts before?" Mrs. Susan said with a smile. She spent ten million dollars today, but it was worth it no matter how she thought about it. Being able to eat such a delicacy, money meant nothing to Mrs. Susan.

Why would a woman in her late fifties appear in a small boardroom full of grandees, because Mrs. Susan's husband was Field, the man in charge of the underground forces in the United States, and although many of Field's businesses had been converted from black to white, no one dared to look down on such a family. There was also the point that Susan's son, Field, was now one of the most powerful candidates for governor of California.

"Mrs. Susan, it was indeed my fault that the gunman showed up at the Hilton. I am willing to pay Mr. Nangong a billion dollars, but I would like to ask Mr. Qi who found the gunman." Tim Hilton said softly, throwing the big problem directly at Mr. Qi at the Las Vegas casino.