Generally speaking, in the first round of competition in the morning, although there were many surprises, the competition in other groups was not as exaggerated as that in Group H. Most of the strong teams were those who should be promoted and those who should be shortlisted.
, some of the rare dark horses have produced many surprising results because the strength of the hotel and the level of chefs have declined a lot in recent years.
As for the bosses and chairman of the board who placed bets in the VIP room in the morning, they were basically in a situation of small wins and small losses. They were not as miserable as Pao Ye, who bet the devil's party by 10 million, but lost everything...
....Brother Feng also lost half a million of his savings...
But when it comes to the biggest beneficiary of the morning competition, there is no doubt that besides the eldest lady, it is Huang Xiaobei.
With some unintentional assistance from Carl, Commissioner Huang, who thought he had lost half of his net worth, unexpectedly suddenly made a profit of 36,000! His current assets were directly raised from 20,000 to almost
Sixty thousand! Good guy, this is a lot for Commissioner Huang, thinking that he has finally made a fortune!
For someone like Commissioner Huang, who in the past mainly relied on dead wages from the college to survive, earning thirty-six thousand for no reason can be described as pie in the sky.
And this pie is not ordinary, it is the kind of pie that as long as he is lucky enough, he can pick up and drop endless pies!
You must know that in the past few years, the most money Commissioner Huang has ever seen was the 150,000 that Uncle Liu transferred to him back then, and now it's 36,000 all of a sudden?! Still nothing has been done.
Just picked up thirty-six thousand for nothing! To put it bluntly, the special correspondent is now going crazy with joy.
Hahaha, ahhahaha! I found it, this special correspondent finally found a clear way! How can you make money as fast as opening a supermarket like this! Thirty-six thousand! How many plates do I have to wash and sell?
You can make money back with snacks!
Let's not talk about it, luck is here. Just wait and see, in this cooking competition, this special commissioner will definitely make millions!
The special correspondent, who had chicken legs in one hand and banknotes in the other, was thinking triumphantly. Now he was beginning to imagine what he would do after he won millions, or even tens of millions.
The special correspondent slapped the table and said, if nothing else, let's get a house first! Just two rooms, so you don't have to worry about it all the time.
Yes, let’s have another car. One car is not enough. Let’s have two cars, one for me and one for my uncle!
What else is there? Yes, to propose marriage, just take out the millions and slap the Taoist in front of his eyes, point at his nose and tell the old bastard, "I want your daughter!"
At this time, such a picture suddenly appeared in Huang Xiaobei's mind. He saw the Taoist man in tatters hugging his thigh, crying and wiping his tears.
"Your Majesty, you can't do that, I'm just a daughter!"
Wearing a tiger-skin coat, wearing a dragon mask over his eyes, and carrying a box of cannons on his waist, he raised his foot and kicked the Taoist aside, cursing.
"Fuck you, you old man! Let me tell you, it's your blessing that the king has taken a liking to your daughter! Remember, I will clean your daughter tomorrow, and I will get married that night! Hahaha, ah
Ha ha ha ha!"
Seeing Huang Xiaobei chewing chicken legs, laughing, and muttering like a king of the mountain when he was done, Tang Seng and the others were a little confused.
Is this grandson too happy? Didn’t he just win thirty-six thousand? Why does it look like he won three hundred and sixty million? Also, this grandson actually started to have thoughts about the eldest lady? And from what he said,
Why does Master Tao look like Yang Bailao? He himself is a bit like a combination of a mountain eagle and Huang Shiren.
At this time, his imagination was a bit too much, and it was even a bit confused with reality. Commissioner Huang, who was full of gangsterism and laughing again and again, slapped the table and shouted to the Taoist at the table next to him, "Zhang
Old man, where is your daughter? If you can’t see your daughter today, I will burn your house down tomorrow!”
Dao Ye, who was talking to Chairman Wang, was startled for a moment, and turned to look at Huang Xiaobei behind him, who was yelling at him. Dao Ye was stunned.
"Old man Zhang? Who is this guy calling?"
Chairman Wang pushed Dao Ye, "Hey, did the kid call you?"
Dao Ye looked at Huang Xiaobei behind him in bewilderment, who was arrogant and looked like a mountain eagle. "No... Xiao M, this kid is quite honest."
Seeing that Huang Xiaobei was a little prelude to hysteria, Lao Wei and the others hurriedly smiled wryly and waved their hands to Master Dao, saying that Huang Xiaobei's brain had been a little stimulated recently, so don't be like him.
But as soon as Lao Wei and the others fooled the Taoist, they saw Huang Xiaobei on the side shouting again, "Scabby Six! What the hell are you doing? Why don't you quickly pour me a glass of wine!"
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Liu Ye, who was drinking by himself, cast his eyes over in confusion, "Scabby Liu?"
At this time, King Huang's voice came over again.
"Five grandsons, seven idiots, what are you two looking at? Believe it or not, this king will kill you two!"
The fifth and seventh masters squinted their eyes together and stretched their hands to their waists.
It must be said that Monk Tang was decisive enough. Seeing that Huang Xiaobei had completely passed the exam, Elder Tang quickly stood up and slapped Huang Xiaobei six times on the face, which was smiling stupidly, and finally woke him up.
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"Wake up, wake up! Wake up! This is not a bandit drama!"
Huang Xiaobei, whose face was covered with big slap marks, was stunned for a moment, then blinked his eyes in confusion and looked around.
Seeing that the Taoist Masters, Sixth Master, Fifth Master and Seventh Master were all looking at him with murderous eyes, Commissioner Huang was slightly startled, and then scratched his head in disbelief. Just when everyone thought that the Commissioner had been beaten awake,
I saw King Huang slamming the table again and shouting.
"Where's that little girl Yiyi? Why don't you hurry up and call her down to drink with me!"
Tang Seng and others slapped their foreheads, "This guy is hopeless."
At this time, just as King Huang was arrogantly scolding Tang Monk for his ignorance of human affairs, and how dare this soldier dare to blush like the leader, a lovely and melodious voice suddenly sounded from beside Huang Xiaobei.
"Okay, Your Majesty, I'm here to drink with you." The eldest lady, who appeared out of nowhere, put her face in front of Huang Xiaobei, blinked her watery eyes, and said with a smile, "How would you like me to accompany you, Your Majesty?"
What about you? Do you want me to dance for the king again to cheer him up?" As she spoke, the eldest lady shook her shoulders cutely and seductively.
Looking at the angelic eldest lady actually showing a charming look, King Huang was overjoyed, "Hey, this little girl is so energetic," as he spoke, King Huang wanted to put the eldest lady into his arms.
Then he hooked the eldest lady's chin and teased her hard. Of course, before he could get started, the dark-faced sixth master came directly with the fifth master and the seventh master, dragging him unconscious and out of character.
Huang Xiaobei, who was still alive, walked out of the banquet hall and said.
"Hit, let's wait until we beat this kid awake!"
Seeing Huang Xiaobei being dragged away, he kept shouting, "Are you rebelling? Lezi Liu, I usually take care of you, right? Do you even recognize me as your big brother?"
"Bang——!" The door of the banquet hall was slammed shut by Mr. Liu, and then the sound of an inhumane beating came from outside.
"Oh, what are you doing here? You really dare to hit me... Hey, Sixth Master, why did you hit me? I didn't offend you... Fifth Master and Seventh Master, what are you two using?"
Why does it feel so cold when you press it on the back of my head?"
"Wake up? It's so late! Keep hitting me!" Mr. Liu rolled up his sleeves and slapped Huang Xiaobei hard on the head.
"Hey, I went to Liuye, what did I do? Why did you hit me? Can you explain it clearly?" Huang Xiaobei, who woke up, was beaten so hard that he was running away with his head in his arms.
Master Qi tightened his belt and said, "Seven idiots will loosen your bones today!"
"Leizi Liu Jin'er will teach the king how to behave!"
Listening to Huang Xiaobei's screams that nearly broke his throat after being beaten, Tang Seng and others, who had been tortured by Boss Huang for almost an hour, exhaled heavily.
Damn, I woke up this grandson. He has never seen money. How can he be so successful with thirty-six thousand? If he really makes millions in the future, can this person still live?
Well, I guess I'm still alive and didn't run away.
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In Master Rowan's presidential suite.
"What to do, what to do, what to do!" The impatient young master Luo Wen stood in the room, anxiously walking around with his hands behind his back, looking at the phone in his hand from time to time.
Young Master Luo Wen is very nervous now. Of course, everyone can see his anxiety, because if there are no accidents, someone will probably come to him soon to ask him how the competition went.
You, how is your game going...
In the face of the tragic reality, Master Luo Wen's handsome facial features were all squeezed into a ball at the moment, and his charming long green hair was scratched by him.
How can I say this? How can I say this? Is it possible to tell those old guys that we competed very well and were eliminated in the first round... and also helped send the secret party in?
The next round?!
When he thought of this, Master Luo Wen stamped his feet anxiously.
Of course, he could put all the blame on Zi Ming and the others. After all, this is also the case. To put it bluntly, Master Luo Wen can now come up with at least three reasons to justify the failure.
First of all, those bastards of Brother Club did not convey the spirit of the game to us very well, so there were some deviations in the process.
Secondly, Comrade Lu Ziming, the good and evil chef god, was overconfident in his cooking skills, which resulted in unimaginable losses.
In the end, Robert and the others failed to perform their duties as assistants in a cooking competition and paddled throughout the whole process.
At this point, we were accidentally eliminated in the first round. My responsibility? Not at all.
Yes, Rowan can really say that. After all, this is almost the truth. But if he really does this, is he still worthy of being the heir of the Tsimixi family?
Young Master Luo Wen gritted his teeth and said, forget it, just fight yourself. Just say that I didn't plan well. The old guys shouldn't be too angry.
After all, if it was really said that that bastard Zi Ming was too arrogant and lost the game, he would probably have to be kicked out of the family.
He looked back at Zi Ming, who was secretly staring at him. As soon as he found out that he was looking at him, he quickly held the Lu recipe book in his hand and pretended to read it. Young Master Luo Wen couldn't help but grit his teeth, feeling
It doesn't seem that hard to accept letting this guy get out of his sight.
But Master Luo Wen was not allowed to grit his teeth any longer, and soon his cell phone rang.
Looking at the phone that kept ringing in his hand, and thinking that if he stretched his head, it would be a knife, and if he shrank his head, it would be a knife, Master Luo Wen answered the phone with all his strength.
"Did the competition go well? I heard that you and the secret party members are in the same group. You should have killed them all, right?"
Listening to the hoarse voice coming from the phone, Master Luo Wen couldn't help wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, "Well, do it, do it... But, I, we were... Haha
, It’s nothing, anyway, we will definitely make it to the finals this time and take away the two sacred weapons, please don’t worry.”
"Well, that's good. By the way, what did you just say? What happened to you?"
"Ah? Oh, it's nothing. We, we were praised very well. The judges all said that Ziming's cooking skills are great and he is a real contemporary god of food. Many judges have invited him to participate in the next cooking competition.
Where are the judges?"
The old man on the other end of the phone smiled and said, "I know you won't let me down. Zi Ming is a good boy, and his cooking is impeccable, but I have to remind him not to be too proud, otherwise I will
I always feel that one day he will pay the price for his pride and arrogance."
Master Luo Wen stared gloomily at Zi Ming, who was sitting on the bed behind him.
"Yes, I will tell him. I will definitely tell our dear Mr. Chef God of Good and Evil."
Ziming covered his face with the recipe, feeling the coldness in his young master's words, and the hands holding the recipe couldn't help but tremble. (To be continued)