As soon as these three words Master Zheng Hongda came out, the whole place fell silent instantly!
Dongfang Qing and the other four judges looked at Master Zheng Hongda with a serious expression in shock, not knowing what to say. Huang Xiaobei was so frightened that he dropped the frying spoon in his hand.
I am relying on abstaining? This uncle wants to abstain? Wait, is it because I behaved too disgustingly? Master Zheng felt that competing with someone like me was an insult to his identity, so he decided to withdraw from the competition directly in protest?
I'm so upright, can't I rub the sand in my eyes? Huang Xiaobei was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.
Dongfang Qing hurriedly picked up the microphone and persuaded, "Master Zheng, I hope you can calm down a little. You must know that this is the finals of the cooking competition. Once you withdraw, this competition will be...
....”
At this time, Huang Xiaobei also hurriedly ran to Master Zheng, crying with fear, "Uncle, uncle, please calm down. I know that my existence is the biggest insult to the cooking competition, but please don't be so impulsive.
At worst, I'll be serious about cooking, how about a serious passionate collision between the two of us?"
Looking at Huang Xiaobei's pitiful look, Master Zheng shook his head solemnly, "It has nothing to do with you."
"Uncle, I was wrong! Uncle, I will definitely cook well! Please don't give up!"
Master Zheng looked like he was determined to die and refused to join in. He slowly said with his hands behind his back, "No need, your cooking skills are indeed very good. I am not worthy to compete with you. My skills are not as good as others."
Huang Xiaobei's heart almost jumped out of his throat when he heard this. He grabbed Master Zheng's shoulders and said in despair, "Oh my god, uncle, you are so upright! I am not as good as you, and I shouldn't be."
Come to the competition! Please don’t give up, a person like me is not worthy of being a chef!”
Master Zheng's face turned slightly ugly at this time, and he hurriedly broke away from Huang Xiaobei's hand holding his arm. Master Zheng said anxiously, "No, no, no, you are worthy, you are worthy of being the God of Cooking, I am not worthy, really
, I speak from my heart, if you win, you are the God of Cooking."
"Uncle Nima, what should I do to stop you from being angry? Do you want me to die in front of you?"
Seeing that the styles of the two contestants on the stage have become more and more bizarre, the audience in the audience couldn't help but talk about it.
"What the hell kind of competition is this? A mourning contest?"
"My lord, this is the first time I've seen someone try their best to give away the championship, but the other party still refuses to take it. Good guy, I'll see you again soon."
Faced with Huang Xiaobei's louder and louder shouts, Master Zheng was really frustrated by him. Soon, amidst the humble and pitiful pleas of the special commissioner, Master Zheng, who blushed and rubbed his eyes with evil eyes.
He rubbed his hands, then leaned into Huang Xiaobei's ear and whispered, "It really has nothing to do with you, I'm thinking about it for myself... To be honest, I don't dare to win against you!"
Huang Xiaobei was stunned when he heard this, "Uncle, what do you mean you don't dare to beat me?"
After looking around, Master Zheng bowed his head in embarrassment and said with a smile, "To tell you the truth, uncle spent six million to buy you a win yesterday. Do you think I dare to win against you?"
Hearing this, the expression on Huang Xiaobei's face instantly stiffened, and he looked at Master Zheng opposite, who continued to talk to him, with a shocked expression.
Under the crowds of spectators, Master Zheng Hongda, who was nearly fifty years old, sighed and patted Huang Xiaobei's shoulder and said, "My son, there's nothing I can do about it. You may have heard that although I am a triple crown champion, I can't do it on weekdays."
I also like to play with two hands. Alas, I have lost almost all my family property in the past few years, and I almost lost all my shares in the hotel."
Master Zheng coughed in embarrassment, "This time I also borrowed a loan shark to collect the six million. Oh, it's really thanks to you that I reached the finals. If others estimate that the odds are not that high, uncle
Thank you in advance."
Master Zheng patted the petrified commissioner on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Don't be stressed. I, a bad gambler, have long been unworthy of the title of God of Cookery. I don't care about being ruined. Now I just hope to win."
I’ll give him the money to pay off all the debts first. Don’t worry, you are the deserving chef in this competition! Uncle, thank you forever!”
At this time, Master Zheng looked at Huang Xiaobei who was staring at him blankly across from him in surprise, and asked in confusion, "Well, why are you looking at me like that? Are you unable to accept it for a while? Come on, think about it, Triple Crown.
Wang is not a human being, he is a human being and has problems, this is normal."
Huang Xiaobei, whose face was pale and covered in cold sweat, finally spoke tremblingly.
"No, uncle, you misunderstood. I'm not your fan. I'm not interested in what you are behind your back. But, uncle, the key is, the key is me..." Huang Xiaobei grabbed him
He grabbed Master Zheng's hand and said with bloodshot eyes, "Uncle, I also bought you two million!"
Master Zheng's eyes widened instantly, "What did you say?"
Huang Xiaobei, who did not dare to face the future, grabbed Master Zheng's hand tightly and begged with tears in his eyes, "Uncle, uncle, I already have a foreign debt of more than five million yuan. I dare not owe it any more, otherwise
I really have to be thrown into the sea and fed to the fishes! Just be okay!"
Master Zheng took Huang Xiaobei's hand and said, trembling all over, "I beg you, ancestor, okay? I owe more than 30 million! I just hope to pay off my debt this time. My wife and children
It’s all still in other people’s hands!”
At this moment, on the playing field, two bad gamblers held each other's hands and begged each other to let each other go.
Huang Xiaobei had tears in his eyes, "Uncle, I really can't lose! It's you who will be the God of Cookery!"
Master Zheng burst into tears, "You are the God of Cookery! How the hell am I worthy of these two words!"
"No, no, you deserve it. You deserve it!"
Seeing Huang Xiaobei and Zheng Hongda standing on the stage, holding each other's hands, pushing each other around, and saying, "You are the god of food? Are you the god of food?" All the guests and judges present were stunned.
, I wonder what these two people are doing? Why are they still pushing each other?
"You are the god of food."
"No, you are the god of food!"
"Don't give in, you kid is born with the face of a deputy god of cook! It's so unforgivable for you not to be a god of cook!"
"Uncle, please stop being modest. Look at your face. With thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a square pavilion, you look like the God of Cookery! Uncle, please, be the God of Cookery. I'm going to abstain!"
"You are the god of food."
"You are the God of Food!"
"Okay, I'm the God of Cookery!"
"He is food to me..." Seeing Master Zheng suddenly admitting his identity as the God of Food while pushing, Huang Xiaobei was stunned for a moment, and then ecstasy filled his heart, "It's agreed, Uncle Ha,
We have agreed."
After finishing his words, Huang Xiaobei hurriedly faced the judges' table and shouted loudly, "I am a waste. People like me should not appear in the competition. It also caused an outstanding person like Master Zheng to withdraw from the competition because of me. Here I ask to give up."
......."
Almost at the same moment that Huang Xiaobei turned to the judges and asked to abstain, the cunning Master Zheng rushed to Huang Xiaobei's workbench and looked at the dark and pungent smell in Huang Xiaobei's pot.
The fish scale fried rice, Master Zheng didn’t hesitate at all, raised his hand and put a big handful into his mouth.
Immediately, Triple Crown Champion Master Zheng Hongda knelt down next to Huang Xiaobei's workbench, eating the fish scale fried rice in his mouth with tears streaming down his face, crying, "It's so delicious, it's so delicious! I
I am ashamed of myself, I am ashamed of myself!”
Huang Xiaobei's eyes widened as he looked at it, "I'm sorry, Master Zheng, your dick is so fucking awesome!"
As he spoke, Master Zheng Hongda, who was completely willing to give up, grabbed a large handful of fish scale fried rice and stuffed it into his mouth. He was moved to tears and said, "How could there be such delicious egg fried rice? How could there be such a delicious egg fried rice in this world?"
There is such delicious egg fried rice! How can a mere mortal like me be worthy of performing on the same stage as Master Huang Xiaobei? How shameless of me! Damn, it’s so delicious!”
After Master Zheng Hongda tried his best to stuff the pot of fried rice with eggs into his stomach, he quickly knelt on the ground and said, "Master, master, your cooking skills are so amazing. I will never be able to catch up with you in my life."
, judges, I abstain, please let me abstain, I really don’t deserve to compete with Master Huang! Save me some face, leave me a way to survive..."
Huang Xiaobei stood there with a pale face, and there was no trace of light in his eyes.
you win........
Seeing this, Dongfang Qing stared at Master Zheng Hongda with an extremely ugly face and said, "Master Zheng, are you sure you want to withdraw from the competition? You must know that doing so will cause serious consequences, and we will probably treat you...
.....”
Master Zheng, who was really disgusted by Huang Xiaobei's fish scale fried rice, suppressed the rising things in his stomach and said with a smile in his eyes, "I know, I know, whether the national catering association expels me or revokes me.
I don’t have any objection to the chef’s qualification certificate.”
After saying that, Master Zheng looked down at Huang Xiaobei again, "After all, I would rather never be a cook in this life than let my inferior dishes compete with Master Huang on the same stage! I don't deserve it, I really
It’s not worthy! The shit I made is not even worthy of carrying Master Huang’s shoes!”
After saying that, Master Zheng accidentally felt nauseous. After finally calming down, he continued to praise Huang Xiaobei heartily. The good guy really used all his life's knowledge to lick the special correspondent.
ah.
Dongfang Qing, who seemed to have understood something, took a slow breath and said, "Okay, now that Master Zheng has made his decision, and the competition organizing committee has no right to reject his withdrawal application, then I announce that this cooking competition
The overall champion of the individual competition is Huang Xiaobei from Tianlong Hotel.”
"Wait a minute, Second Aunt, I also want to abstain.
..." Unfortunately, before Huang Xiaobei could finish speaking, a group of reporters rushed up to him and surrounded him. The various flash lights almost blinded the correspondent.
"Hello, Master Huang. I heard that your cooking skills are so superb that even Triple Crown Champion Master Zheng Hongda was defeated. Can you tell us where you learned your cooking skills?"
"Master Huang, how amazing are your cooking skills? You can actually make the Triple Crown winner retreat without a fight. How amazing are you?"
Facing the overwhelming questions from reporters, Huang Xiaobei's nose twitched and tears almost flowed down his face.