Um..." Robert looked embarrassed and waved his hands quickly: "I am now the president of the Food Association, and I may not be able to escape and follow you for a while. "
"It doesn't matter, I'll keep the pot for you. When you figure it out, you can come to me at any time." Harry waved his hand unexpectedly, reached out and patted the black pot behind Chebman, and said with a smile: "Back The ones who are responsible for this scapegoat are our scapegoat gang...ah, they are the homeless chefs."
"This is the last time." Jeffrey looked at Harry. Although he still had a straight face, his expression was much calmer than usual, and he said neither salty nor lightly.
"How can you say that? I think you can live for a few more years." Harris looked at Jeffrey and said seriously.
Jeffrey raised his eyebrows slightly, but there was a smile in his eyes. He pointed at Harry and said, "I want to eat dry grilled fish today. If you can't eat it, I will smash your pot."
"Your request is a bit too much, I'll try my best to satisfy you." Harry said a little timidly.
"Harris, you said you brought books for the children, where are they?" Novan looked at Harry and said with a smile.
"They are all packed in the car. I bought them all on the road. I almost slept with my head against the ceiling because of so many of them. Please move them all away for me." Harry said a little depressed.
"Okay, I'll move out at that moment." Nuofan said with a smile.
"Don't take the wrong leather-wrapped books I put under the pillow." Harry whispered as he approached Novan.
"You." Nuofan glanced at him with some contempt, but still nodded calmly.
"Prepare seats for all the judges." Mag turned around and said to Yabei Mia. The restaurant door opened, and five tables and chairs were quickly lined up in front of the restaurant.
"My little friend, what do you think of me inviting so many people on my own initiative?" Harry looked back at Mag and asked with a smile.
Hill looked at Mag with interest, with a bit of teasing in his eyes.
"I have no objection. It's a great honor to invite all the judges. Please take your seats." Mag said with a smile on his face and MMP in his heart.
You have invited almost all the most powerful bosses in the City of Chaos, what else can I say?
Where can I hire a big shot like this?
"That's good. I was worried that you would think it was too shabby." Harry breathed a sigh of relief.
Mag: "..."
"The card of the undefeated God of Cooking is indeed not a guarantee." An idea popped into everyone's mind at the same time. After all, being able to get to know these people well in the city of chaos is definitely not an ordinary person.
All the judges took their seats one after another, and the atmosphere in the room was already ignited by the famous judges.
It is extremely rare for these five people to be in the same frame.
"Boss Mai, I look forward to your performance today." Hill walked past Mag and said with a smile.
"Thank you." Mag nodded slightly.
"Boss Mai, if you beat him, you will be the hero of the City of Chaos." Michael warned him with a look of expectation as he passed by.
"Come on, Boss Mai." Robert encouraged, clenching his fists.
Jeffrey glanced at Mag, thoughtfully, and walked over without saying anything.
"Mr. Mag, you have to fight for our city of chaos." Novan said with a smile.
Mag has already felt a bit of pressure. Although it is still unclear how good Harry's cooking skills are, judging from the performance of Michael and others, his strength is definitely not obtained by bragging.
Of course, the source of his pressure is not other people's expectations, but that if he loses, he will have to bear the ugly blame and go wandering with them, and he will have to call that greasy uncle master.
Tsk, how miserable.
The judges sat down, and Harry also came to the middle of the venue. He took out a bamboo tube from somewhere, with dozens of bamboo sticks with written words standing inside. He waved to Mag and said, "Little friend, how about we draw the lottery?" Decide on the duel?"
The more Mag looked at Harry, the more he looked like a magician. Which chef would carry a lottery box with him? And even the method of duel is decided by lottery?
"The rumors are true. Master Harry really does carry a fortune-seeking tube with him." Vanessa looked at the fortune-seeking tube in Harry's hand in surprise. "It is said that he will also use this to help others check their fortunes."
"Is the calculation accurate?" Abraham asked.
"I heard it's quite accurate. Just listen to it. It's said that he helped a girl calculate her marriage and said that she had no luck in her life, but she ended up marrying a lucky man the next day."
"Then I probably know why his disciples are all taking the blame." Abraham understood.
"What kind of swing?" Mag walked down the steps and came to Harry. He took a look at the various bamboo sticks in his bamboo stick. They were all marked with numbers and engraved with words, and it read: Knife Skills, Soup. , frying and grilling... It is not limited to dishes, but covers almost all aspects of abilities that a chef needs to master.
"My lot contains all kinds of cooking skills. For the sake of fairness, if you are not good at anything, I can eliminate them first, and then we each draw a lot from it and use it as a duel item. The judges' representatives draw a lot, which is also treated as a duel event.
In a three-game showdown, whoever can win two games will win this showdown. "Harris said with a smile.
Mag thought thoughtfully, and the selection of the test items was quite creative. He reached out to take Harry's bamboo tube and picked out more than a dozen strange items such as: a large iron pot on the head, a chopping board on the chest, and so on. The head said: "Just shake it from here."
"Just take this away?" Harry looked at the dozen bamboo skewers in Mag's hand with some surprise. Some of the chefs he met before even left three bamboo skewers in the bamboo tube. Mag only chose Walking away with more than a dozen bamboo sticks really surprised him.
"The rest are the basic skills and regular dishes of a chef, shouldn't they be kept?" Mag asked rhetorically.
"Little friend, you are indeed very interesting, so I'll start shaking it first." Harry held the bamboo stick in both hands and began to shake the bamboo sticks in the hands of the Demon Emperor with a sincere expression.
The audience's eyes only followed the lottery box in his hand. This was the first time they had seen such a novel way of deciding a duel.
"Snapped."
A bamboo stick fell out of the bamboo tube and fell to the ground with a thud.
"Here we come." Harry bent down and picked up the bamboo stick, took a look at it, then raised it high above his head and said, "The first item is knife skills!"
"Knife skills." Mag thought thoughtfully. After being trained in the God of Cooking training ground for so long, he was quite confident in his knife skills. He reached out to take the bamboo tube, shook it casually a few times, and a piece of it fell out. He caught a bamboo stick in mid-air, turned it over and took a look, then raised it above his head and said, "Cold dish."
Hey, it seems that Husband and Wife Fei Pian has a place to be used.
"Then the second item is cold dishes." Harris took the bamboo tube and walked towards the judges' seat. He put the bamboo tube in front of Hill and said with a smile: "The third item is up to you to decide."
"Okay." Hill directly picked up the bamboo tube and shook it hard a few times. A bamboo stick flew out and fell on the table.
Hill picked up the bamboo stick, took a look at it, and said loudly: "Soup!"
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