Kumu walked up and since Kumu didn't listen at all to what the other three said just now, he still greeted them politely.
"What is this for?" The three of them still looked down upon Dead Tree.
"You don't have to endure it here anymore. Let's finish the competition as soon as possible. Otherwise, it will be bad if you neglect your Excellency."
There is no "tong" at the end of the title "adult", so it is obvious that the other party is not referring to "adult".
"OK."
Deadwood is still slow and unhurried.
"You do have something about not panicking at all."
"It's just cooking, there's nothing to be afraid of. Besides, people in the Dark Realm don't seem to regard money as money. Of course I won't feel bad if you offer 300,000."
The three masters no longer competed directly with Kumu. In order to speed up the competition, the four decided to compete directly. In order to better compare the results, they directly set a topic, which was fried rice.
"Fried rice?"
Kumu thought carefully, and the three of them showed no surprise at all. In their minds, they must have thought that the more difficult the dishes were to make.
"It seems that Master Tong really intends to protect his own people."
"You three are all top chefs. If you can't cook such a simple meal, doesn't it mean that you are incompetent? Why do you say I am partial to him? According to the current situation, isn't it you who I am partial to?"
The three of them were speechless by Tong Zezhou and could only walk away to cook.
Zhenxia did find the question easy, but Kumu was not a vegetarian, and maybe Kumu was good at making fried rice.
The three chefs had already started taking action, and Ku Mu walked into the kitchen.
"What is this for?"
The three of them smiled gloomily. They had long hidden all the precious ingredients for their own use. It was impossible to find the best ingredients with dead wood. All he could find were some leftovers.
Ku Mu walked into the kitchen and looked at it for a while, then started looking for leftovers.
"It is true that there are no leftovers in high-end places. The things they left for me are still too high-end. How about seafood, caviar, and beef for fried rice? Is it affordable to eat most of them in the Dark Area? I have stayed in the outside world for so long.
I haven’t seen anyone eating these things regularly. Even though they are leftovers, I have no choice but to go to a small restaurant to find something that is more hygienic..."
The gap between rich and poor in the Dark Realm is wider than that in the outside world. There are only two types of people, the extremely poor and the rich, and the rich control nearly 90% of the wealth in the Dark Realm.
Under the gaze of everyone, Kumu walked out of the restaurant and then turned around and walked into the slums.
"Zhen Xia, follow me, don't put the dead wood in danger."
"yes."
Zhenxia immediately followed Kumu and walked out.
Everyone who saw Kumu leaving was very surprised and didn't know what he was doing. The three chefs also did not miss this opportunity to taunt, "Master Tong, your helpers won't be afraid and run away!"
"You just concentrate on cooking. If he escapes, you won. Wouldn't you be happy then? It's better to just wait for the time to pass."
Tong Zezhou pretended to be calm as he concluded the ceremony, "I have never cooked before. I can only tell you that dead wood should not do strange things. Most of the people in the dark area are poor people. Even these three judges are on the street."
Damn, you can’t make any dark dishes.”)
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"Why are you out here, Kumu? Is the meal you want to cook outside?"
"It doesn't count as outside?"
After walking around for a while, Kumu found that there were many restaurants to eat in, and there would never be a shortage of places to eat where food is the most important thing.
"Excuse me, do you have any leftovers here?"
The person who came to the meal was not eating but asking for leftovers, but judging from his face and identity, he didn't look like a beggar.
"My lord, what is this?"
The shop owner knows Zhenxia.
"If you need to make something with these leftovers, give them to me."
As Zhenxia was about to pay, Kumu suddenly took out five hundred, hoping that the other party would agree to his request, not to mention five hundred. For Zhenxia's sake, the shopkeeper would do it.
"Okay, honey, go and take out the leftover rice from last time."
"Can it go bad? I hope it hasn't." Deadwood added a small request.
"There's no problem. It won't go bad. It's the leftovers from the morning."
"That's good."
Kumu handed over the five hundred yuan, and the shopkeeper accepted it sincerely, saying that he didn't want the money to be free.
(“I didn’t expect that I wouldn’t feel anything when I took out the five hundred. If I earned this by helping the master cook, I would be very reluctant to part with it.”)
After collecting the leftover dead wood, he felt that it might not be enough, so he asked Zhenxia to collect some and go back first.
"Why do you need so many leftovers? Aren't these enough?"
"Yes." Kumu said with a meaningful smile, "How can these be enough?"
Zhen Xia, who knew the meaning of Kumu, also obeyed Kumu's ideas. She just hoped that everything Kumu did would be useful.
Kumu returned to the arena first, and there were still a lot of onlookers here. Their eyes were all fixed on Kumu. Because of special reasons today, this high-end restaurant was open to poor people like them. They were curious about this showdown but didn't care about the result.
, it just feels strange, and they feel that dead wood has a different feeling.
"Why is he collecting leftovers? What is he doing?"
Everyone didn't understand, but Kumu calmly returned to his position before officially starting the competition.
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Time did not pass long, and Zhen Xia came back very quickly. Although Kumu was much slower at first, he still finished the fried rice with the three of them at the same time. This shows Kumu's speed and frugality in steps.
"What can be done so quickly?"
The other three people all looked at him with disdain. In their eyes, Kumu was nothing more than a clown.
Kumu stepped forward and suggested to the three chefs whether the audience could serve as tasters.
When everyone heard that it had its own advantages, everyone immediately started to respond, and they all wanted to try the skills of top chefs.
After sneaking out, Yin You also saw an opportunity. He had never tasted anything made by outsiders, so now Yin You also wanted to try it.
The three chefs didn't want to agree to this request at all, because they didn't like to cook for the low-class people in the dark realm.
Tong Zezhou agreed, "It's just a few more people, and that's good, so that Yang Yancai won't find a good opportunity to bribe so many people. With so many people, it will be too expensive for him."
Tong Zezhou said with a smile. Everyone heard this, and some people who had indeed been sent by Yang Yancai trembled in their hearts. It would definitely not be easy if they were discovered.
The three chefs were also shocked, but Tong Zezhou would not take action without evidence, but even if the other party did take action, what could he do? If you look for trouble in someone else's territory, you have to bear the corresponding risks.
The three chefs agreed without saying anything. It was better this way. The fried rice made from their own high-quality ingredients would definitely taste better than the fried rice made from dead wood. Those who have not been bribed should not be afraid, as their own taste would definitely be better.
The onlookers started to riot when they heard that they could taste something they had never eaten before.
"This is the virtue of garbage." The three chefs directly expressed their thoughts.
"Quiet."
This chaotic situation still needs truly powerful people to stabilize it. Everyone stopped immediately as soon as Tong Zezhou opened his mouth.
"Come in an orderly manner. If you can't do it, then I can only ask you to get out."
The calmness also had irresistible power. Everyone suddenly became quiet and stood still. Even the three chefs corrected their attitudes after hearing Tong Zezhou's voice.
The three chefs didn't make much fried rice, and they wouldn't make that much. I thought there were only three judges, but all the onlookers were included.
Therefore, you can only taste one spoonful of the fried rice cooked by the three chefs, not more. On the other hand, Kumu has no such worries, so all the leftovers collected by Zhenxia have been turned into Kumu's own fried rice.
"It's really strange that the ingredients in the dark area have a strange taste. Fortunately, the first restaurant I found has spices to eliminate the odor. The food is not poisonous, but where does the odor come from?"
Deadwood didn't care about the results of the competition, but he became interested in why the food in the Dark Zone had a peculiar smell.
The audience came to taste it one after another, and everyone basically gravitated towards the three chefs’ fried rice with high-end ingredients.
For a while, there was no one here in Deadwood.
Looking at the few people there, Zhenxia was a little worried, "Does it look like it's not good enough?"
As soon as you eat the fried rice made by three chefs, you will immediately praise it and want to eat it again, but the quantity is limited and you can't taste it more than a small bite.
The three chefs' fried rice was surrounded by people, and those who couldn't squeeze in had to come to Deadwood.
In comparison, the sales of Deadwood Fried Rice are slightly lower than those of Three Chefs.
But some are good to eat. A few people started to taste Kumu's fried rice without saying anything. It doesn't matter if they don't eat it. One of them came here after eating fried rice from three chefs. When he eats Kumu's fried rice, he can feel the aroma, and it's
A fragrance that completely surpasses the aroma of the fried rice I just ate.
"It's strange, why does it taste better than those three people's?"
"It's nothing. It's just that leftover rice tastes better. Mine is not only simple but also cheaper. It'll be fine if you eat it every day. After all, it's made from leftover rice."
Kumu briefly explained and highlighted the advantages of his fried rice.
("I am definitely not the only one who knows how to make fried rice. Then there must be someone who can taste the same fried rice. Those three people have cooked too much for the rich. Don't you know who they are serving now?")
Kumu had a little doubt in his mind, but more than half of the people at the bottom of the scene became tasters.
Gradually, the popularity of the three chefs was quickly overtaken by Deadwood. Not to mention the taste, the quantity of the food was also surpassed by Deadwood.
"What's going on?"
Nowadays, most people say that Kumu's fried rice is more delicious than Three's, and the portion is huge and filling.
How could the three people who were arrogant and arrogant believe it, but the three people who held themselves in a high position were unwilling to lower their heads to taste something made of dead wood.
"Great, it turns out what Mr. Tong said was not a lie."
Tong Zezhou saw that everyone's good comments about Kumu were only increasing, and his confidence was greatly increased. "Kumu is really a miraculous cooking method. It seems that the teacher who taught Kumu how to cook should be more powerful. Next time he goes to the outside world, Kumu must take him with him.
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"Come on, Zhen Xia gives each of them a chopstick. After taking out four tables to represent the four of them, you can place the chopsticks on the table corresponding to the person you identify with until all are placed."
Depending on the situation, Tong Zezhou is already ready to end this game.