If Zhang Fan runs away regardless, Zhang Fan will definitely be condemned by his own conscience. Moreover, without the help of Zhou Kemeng and the two of them, he would never be alive until now.
Now that they were in a life-or-death crisis, Zhang Fan had to save them even if he died. Zhang Fan held the coffin nails tightly in his hands, his palms overflowing with cold sweat.
"Oh?" Hearing Zhang Fan's voice, the fat chef turned his head in confusion.
"Brother, let's discuss it carefully if we have anything to say. Don't be impulsive!" Zhang Fan accompanied him with a smile and a flattering look on his face.
"Discuss with me? You are all my ingredients, what qualifications do you have to discuss with me?" The fat chef did not take Zhang Fan's words seriously at all.
In his eyes, Zhang Fan, a living person, is just a humble little insect who can be crushed to death casually and poses no threat at all.
"Well... let's see, brother, I see you are also a chef, how about I compete with you to see whose cooking skills are better?" Zhang Fan saw that the other party was not eating enough, and he became anxious. , his mind got hot and he couldn't help blurting out.
But as soon as he said this, he regretted it. He doesn't know how to cook at all, so comparing his cooking skills with him is just looking for abuse.
"Oh? Compare your cooking skills with me?" Upon hearing this, the big fat chef's eyes showed a rare excitement, as if he was more interested than ever in response to Zhang Fan's words.
For chefs, fighting and so on are difficult to achieve. Only competing in cooking skills is their biggest goal in life.
Conquering enemies one after another with cooking skills, the sense of accomplishment is the most fascinating, even obsessed.
"Haha! Young people can't tell that you can actually cook! Well... okay, then I will accept your plea and compete with you in cooking!"
"Let's do this...if your cooking skills are better than mine, I will spare your lives, but if...your cooking skills can't beat mine, just stay and cook." I'll be the food!" The fat chef laughed, then put away the big kitchen knife in his hand and did not continue to attack Song Qingqing.
"Uh... ok!" The cold sweat on Zhang Fan's forehead was getting more and more. He swallowed dryly. Now he was at the point where he had no choice but to make a move. If he vetoed the cooking agreement with the other party, In a competition between arts, this damn fat man might kill Song Qingqing, Zhou Kemeng and the others immediately.
"I'll give you half an hour to prepare. Let's see who can make something more delicious!" After saying this, the fat chef left without looking back, entered the kitchen, and started busy with the food.
Zhang Fan watched the other party leave, and his anxious heart relaxed, so he hurriedly ran to Song Qingqing's side and gently helped her up. After doing this, Zhang Fan cut Zhou Kemeng's body in half and cut it again. put together.
A moment later, Zhang Fan brought a chair to Song Qingqing and Zhou Kemeng and asked them to sit down. Then he wiped the sweat with trembling palms, looking very nervous.
"Brother Zhang Fan, are you really sure you can defeat this fat guy?" Zhou Kemeng saw Zhang Fan's nervousness and couldn't help but ask.
"I don't have much confidence, but the situation has come to this, so I can only bite the bullet."
"Now, you should take advantage of this time and hurry back to your car. I will play with this damn fat guy by myself!" Zhang Fan didn't want Zhou Kemeng and the others to wait here with him. If his cooking skills were to compete with each other, Without this big fat chef, they would probably be dead by then. It would be better to let Zhou Kemeng and the others leave early, and maybe avoid being poisoned.
"No, I can't leave you here alone! If anything happens, we can all handle it together!" Song Qingqing directly rejected Zhang Fan's suggestion and said seriously.
"That's right, if Qingqing doesn't leave, I won't leave either. At worst, everything will be dead!" Zhou Kemeng said with a smile.
"But..." Zhang Fan hesitated. To be honest, he didn't want Zhou Kemeng and Song Qingqing to stay and face danger with him.
"Nothing to worry about, we believe you can do it!" Song Qingqing smiled and encouraged Zhang Fan.
"Okay, then let's have a good fight with this fat guy!" After Song Qingqing's encouragement, Zhang Fan raised his head and his eyes became extremely determined.
Now that you are desperate, fight to the end. Zhang Fan moved a stool from the side and began to think seriously about what kind of food he would make next.
But he's not very good at cooking. He usually steams rice and makes instant noodles. As for other more complicated things like steaming steamed buns and making dumplings, he doesn't know how to do it.
etc! Suddenly, an idea flashed in Zhang Fan's mind, and he thought of something. This delicious food does not have to be complicated and luxurious. In fact...as long as it tastes delicious enough.
"I have an idea!" Zhang Fan slapped his forehead and stood up from the chair. Seeing that Zhang Fan had found a solution, Song Qingqing and Song Qingqing looked surprised and asked curiously what the solution was.
Zhang Fan just showed a mysterious smile and replied that you will find out later. Soon, half an hour passed by in a hurry.
The fat chef brought an iron basin covered with a lid from the back kitchen and brought it to the dining table. Zhang Fan also placed a large white bowl with a lid on the dining table.
"Okay, how delicious is the food? Let these two ghosts taste it!" The fat chef handed a pair of chopsticks to Zhou Kemeng and Song Qingqing respectively, and said with expectation.
Zhou Kemeng and Zhou Kemeng took the chopsticks with their backhands, looked at each other, and then at Zhang Fan before lifting the lid on the food prepared by the fat chef.
When the lid was lifted, what came into view was a large basin of plump fresh meat. The fresh meat was red in color and bursting with blazing flames. In addition, there was a strange fragrance that assaulted the nostrils and lingered in the kitchen for a long time.
Zhou Kemeng was the first to use chopsticks. She picked up a piece of delicate lean meat and put it to her mouth, chewing it slowly.
Just after chewing a few mouthfuls, her eyes suddenly opened wide, her face was filled with a sickly blush, and she devoured it regardless of the image. It was obvious that this pot of meat was so delicious that she couldn't stop eating it.
Compared to Zhou Kemeng, Song Qingqing only took a small bite and then silently put down her chopsticks and stopped eating.
Seeing this scene, the fat chef suddenly frowned. After a while, Zhou Kemeng put down his chopsticks with unfulfilled intentions and said "delicious" to the fat chef.
As soon as these words came out, the fat chef instantly beamed. Song Qingqing on the side glared at Zhou Kemeng and cursed, "Where are you from?"
After Zhou Kemeng heard this, he realized what he was saying and hurriedly muttered and stopped talking.
"Okay, it's your turn next!" The fat chef's eyes flickered, he looked at the food prepared in front of Zhang Fan and sneered.
In his opinion, even if a young boy like Zhang Fan knew some cooking skills, how advanced could he be?
You must know that I have been immersed in cooking skills for more than ten years, and my cooking skills are simply not comparable to this wild boy.
"As you wish!" Regarding this, Zhang Fan was not too panicked, but slowly opened the lid of the big white bowl.
At this moment, the eyes of Zhou Kemeng, Song Qingqing and the fat chef were all attracted.
I want to see what the food in this big white bowl is. When Zhang Fan was cooking just now, he didn't let Zhou Kemeng and Song Qingqing watch, because he wanted to leave a surprise for them, and it would be meaningless to reveal it too early.
"This is...noodles?" The fat chef glanced at it, a little surprised, and couldn't help but question.
"Yes!" Zhang Fan did not continue to hide it and nodded.
"You just want to defeat me with such a mediocre bowl of noodles? Are you kidding me?" The fat chef felt that Zhang Fan didn't take him seriously, and suddenly he became angry.
There is nothing special about this kind of noodles. Even if you serve them to guests, it would be very rude.
"Don't worry, let them try it and they will know how it tastes!" Zhang Fan did not rush to explain, but handed Zhou Kemeng and Zhou Kemeng a pair of brand-new chopsticks to let them taste the taste of this bowl of noodles.
Song Qingqing took the chopsticks and was the first to taste the noodles. She first carefully picked up a noodle and put it in her mouth.
As the noodles enter your mouth, an indescribable aroma fills your mouth.
It feels like being bathed in the spring breeze, or walking alone among the spring flowers in the mountains. It makes people feel happy and have a feeling of ecstasy.
It's so delicious, so comfortable, it's the best in the world, and it's worth dying to eat it once. Song Qingqing closed her eyes and enjoyed it, her face flushed, and she seemed to be intoxicated and unable to extricate herself.
Seeing Song Qingqing's appearance, Zhou Kemeng also became interested, and then she tentatively picked up a piece of noodle and put it in her mouth.
For just a moment, her eyes suddenly widened, and the chopsticks in her hand fell to the ground with a clatter. After about a long time, she said with tears, "It's delicious." Then, under the astonished gaze of the fat chef, she wolfed down a bowl of noodles into her mouth.
"Komeng, please save some for me!" Song Qingqing came to her senses and saw Zhou Kemeng pouring a bowl of noodles into her mouth. She immediately became anxious and started to fight and start grabbing frantically.
This scene looks so absurd that one can't help but laugh.
"How is this possible!!" As a senior chef, he was also shocked by the situation in front of him. He did not expect that it would turn out like this.
You must know that whenever diners fight over food, this in a sense means that the food is indeed extremely delicious.
"I don't believe it. You guys definitely teamed up to lie to me!!" At this moment, the fat chef suddenly realized that Zhou Kemeng and the living person in front of him were in the same group.
Therefore, it is very likely that they are deliberately putting on a show to deceive themselves in order to survive, so that they can cheat and win.
right! That must be it! That's for sure! Damn it, this is damn it! Thinking of this, the fat chef's face became gloomy, his facial features became distorted, and he suddenly became angry and angry. Just when he was about to flip the table and get angry, a bowl of steaming noodles was handed to him.
The fat chef was stunned when he saw this. He looked up and found Zhang Fan looking at him with a smile.
"Believe it or not, you'll know after you take a bite!" Zhang Fan smiled and handed a pair of chopsticks to the fat chef.
The fat chef swallowed. Even though he was extremely unhappy, he still took the chopsticks, picked up a noodle in a hurry, and stuffed it into his mouth eagerly.
But... the moment he put the noodle into his mouth, his eyes widened several times, and he stumbled a few times, falling directly from the chair to the ground.
There was a look of disbelief on his face, and his breathing became extremely rapid. Because... when he was eating this noodle, he seemed to vaguely see himself, as if he was flying up to nine heavens.
Above the nine heavens, I have a pair of wings, flying in the clouds, side by side with the sun, with rainbows everywhere I look. The spring breeze blows on my face, and I am full of energy. I am so happy and unrestrained.
After about a long time, the big fat man knelt on the ground, covered his face with his hands and cried bitterly. He said to Zhang Fan with a trembling voice: "I lost! I lost miserably! This is the first time I have tasted cooking for so many years. Such delicious food!!”
"Little brother, can you tell me the name of this noodle? So that I can understand my defeat!!" The big fat man asked Zhang Fan in an almost pleading tone.
When Zhang Fan heard this, he just smiled and replied lightly: "This noodle is unknown. In my hometown... people call it... instant noodles!"
