"The competition is naturally fair. Everyone chooses a dish, and then both parties cook two dishes. After the completion, it will be judged by professionals." Mo Qiuran said, "I am too lazy to explain the evaluation rules. Everyone You have the ability to make judgments, and I don’t think you, senior, are the kind of person who is willing to rely on his background power to pressure others, and everything depends on his own ability.”
Originally, Mo Qiuran subconsciously wanted to get a dragon to use as food. But then he thought about it and realized that it might look like cheating to others, so he changed it to normal when exporting.
Caesar's expression softened slightly when he heard this. Mo Qiuran's words were still to his liking. What's more, just as he said, he was the one who said the words, and he would not make any excuses to explain!
Then a slightly weird scene appeared. What everyone originally thought was a fight between kings turned into a once-in-forty-year S-class kitchen competition between the student council president Caesar and Chu Zihang. No one else expected it... No, there was another person who did.
"I knew it." The principal sighed slightly, "That kid really doesn't play by the rules."
"Hahaha, I like this kid! The kid who came to the Gattuso family must have been caught off guard and confused!" The old cowboy laughed wildly.
"With his age and status, he can only do some simple cooking. Besides, his opponent is still Chinese. Even if he is good at..." the principal shook his head.
"Italian cuisine has a long history and a variety of styles, but it pales in comparison to Chinese cuisine... I remember that I wanted to spend a year eating all over China, but in the end I didn't even go to that province that year. Going out, I remember it was called Sichuan." The old cowboy looked down at his beer belly and sighed with emotion.
"I remember there is a legend that the origin of pizza is the Chinese scallion pie. When Marco Polo wanted to eat it after he returned, he asked his friend to imitate it, but the friend didn't know how to put the fillings into the dough. In the end, it was Put it on top and it turns into a pizza,” the principal said.
"It does sound like it," the old cowboy nodded.
…
Just as what the principal and the old cowboy said between the lines...Caesar lost, completely.
That's not to say that Mo Qiuran's cooking skills are superb. Although Mo Qiuran, an orphan who grew up alone, is indeed good at cooking, he can't reach the level of a master.
However, I am afraid of comparison in everything.
Caesar Gattuso, the emperor of the Gattuso family, has received the most high-end education in the world since he was a child. He is proficient in horse riding, archery, rowing, fighting, shooting, art and culture, etc. He is a true genius!
But he is always a person, and a human has his limits, so... cooking... is indeed his weakness, because he has never learned it since he was a child and is not interested in it. After all, the Gattuso family wants to cultivate an emperor. Rather than being a chef, the emperor does not need to cook by himself!
So he failed this time.
Although he has devoted 100% of his energy to his efforts, cooking something that requires proficiency cannot be done by concentrating on it.
He was burned.
The dishes made by Mo Qiuran are at least full of color, flavor and flavor.
"I failed." Caesar admitted frankly.
"It's okay. Failure is the mother of success. It's hard to be a mother after being a son so many times... Oh, I'm sorry, this metaphor is not very appropriate. In short, appropriate failure is a good thing. It is impossible for people to be omniscient and omnipotent." Mo Qiu Ran comforted him.
Fingel on the side tried hard to shrink his huge figure to the minimum, thinking that he hoped that the junior could say less "comforting" words, otherwise it would be difficult to leave safely today... Could it be that the junior didn't see him next to him? Is it worth the visible increase in people's anger?
If Caesar had lost in a normal duel, these people wouldn't be so angry. After all, their skills are indeed inferior to what people witnessed with their own eyes... But Mo Qiuran and Caesar were competing on cooking skills!
No matter what they say, they all feel that this is more like Mo Qiuran "not practicing martial ethics".
But Caesar would not. He was born as a lion with a golden mane. He walked across the grassland like the sun rising and setting. He can fall, but his justice cannot fall. He is a person who lives only for pride his whole life.
Truly proud people will not make excuses for losing. They will only frankly admit their failure, then study hard, and then try their best to defeat the person who defeated them, and regain their pride and honor!
"I will challenge you again in a month." Caesar said, and he gave himself a month to study.
"What are you challenging me for?" Mo Qiuran was confused.
"Cooking, of course," Caesar said.
"Oh... Otherwise, I think the others are not convinced," Mo Qiuran scratched his head and said, "After one month, since you are the one challenging me, then you will decide the content, including cooking skills. But also anything you’re good at, whatever it is… it’s okay.”
The whole place fell silent again, and everyone was surprised. This time, including Chu Zihang, it proved that he glanced at Mo Qiuran.
However, he was also the quickest to accept the fact that there was a reason for everything Mo Qiuran did. At least so far, he had not seen Mo Qiuran say it and then fail to do it.
The anger of the student council members gradually disappeared, because they finally realized that the boy in front of them was S, a person they met once in forty years, an existence that was more cherished than the giant panda. Most of them only knew that the principal was S, and The principal is a well-deserved legend, a dragon-slaying legend, and a leader among hybrids.
How could such a person be worse?
In their eyes, Mo Qiuran was like a tiger that had finally put away its lazy temperament. He woke up from his sleepy state, and after proving Caesar's character with a "ridiculous" competition, they thought that he had and He had the qualifications to compete, so he finally decided to take it seriously and show off the proper posture of a king... This is a real duel between kings!
If Mo Qiuran knew what they were thinking, he would definitely complain that they were all trying to make up for the monster's second disease, and that they were all hopeless... He was just worried that if he won in this way, he would be in trouble. If you attract too much hatred, your life at school will be uncomfortable!
As for failure? That was something Mo Qiuran had not considered. No matter how strong Caesar was, he was still a human being. Being a human meant that he had limits, but Mo Qiuran was different.
He is cheating.
"...Are you sure?" Caesar raised his eyebrows. His voice hesitated for the first time because someone dared to say such words in front of him. But then he saw Mo Qiuran's eyes, and he felt that he After understanding everything, it turns out that this is an opponent who is truly confident that he can defeat himself in every aspect!
Really...
Very good!
Caesar is looking forward to it, no matter what the outcome!
"Of course." Mo Qiuran smiled lightly. He looked around and thought that since he decided to pretend, he might as well pretend it big.
So, with his eyes focused, the young man's voice was soft and clear, but to everyone's ears, it sounded like the sound of a war drum.
War against whom?
To everyone.
"No matter who my opponent is, I will never lose."
