Chapter 1219

"Not bad." Murata Ichiro immediately became proud. After all, Hata Zhongying was half of their allies, even though he was secretly instigated by them. But the deal is already done, "So if you want to get this kitchen utensil back, you have to make a corresponding bet. I'm not like that idiot who agreed as soon as my brain got hot."

"Do you want to bet?" Yang Ming suddenly laughed, but his smile was indescribably cold.

"That's right." Ichiro Murata said with a chuckle: "But if it's your career as a chef, forget it. I'm not interested in your career as a commoner."

He was quite proud in his heart. He never thought that the female student from Totsuki would be so stupid to agree to such a shokuji, and her strength would be so poor.

Such a piece of kitchen utensil is simply a waste in her hands!

"No problem. Of course my bet is not a big one."

Yang Ming smiled faintly, and then took out the dragon-slaying knife.

The narrow blade shone with a cold light, and dots of silver sand dotted the blade, like thousands of stars floating in the sky. It was so beautiful that people's hearts were attracted to it.

Everyone's eyes were wide open.

Only Yang Ming's calm voice could be heard: "The dragon-slaying knife has the first characteristic that it will never wear out, and the second characteristic can increase the freshness of the ingredients by 50%."

"hiss!"

There was a gasp of air in the whole place.

Everyone's eyes were about to pop out.

A legendary word comes to everyone's mind.

God-level kitchenware!

Apart from god-level kitchen utensils, there is nothing else that can possess such terrifying properties!

Ichiro Murata was almost drooling, looking at the kitchen knife with greed in his eyes.

He was almost laughing to death in his heart.

It's so stupid, the senior sister is the same, and the junior brother is the same!

He actually used god-level kitchen utensils as a bet. No matter how you look at it, he made a lot of money!

"no problem!"

Murata Ichiro said with a smile.

"Wait a minute, I'm not done yet."

Yang Ming suddenly smiled and said.

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

Murata Ichiro frowned.

"Do you think that just because of your kitchen utensils, I need to use god-level kitchen utensils?" Yang Ming said calmly.

"Then what do you do? I don't have anything else on me." Ichiro Murata said like a bachelor.

"Haha, I don't want anything else."

Yang Ming said with a smile, but his tone was extremely cold: "I want your career as a chef!"

"No!"

Before Ichiro Murata agreed, the monks next to him were startled.

Ichiro Murata is no ordinary chef, but the future successor of their Hantan Temple.

If something unexpected happens to Ichiro Murata here...

Several monks were afraid to think about it.

In fact, they did not expect that the situation would develop to this point.

Their original plan was just to provoke infighting among Totsuki students, but it gradually turned into a shokuji, and in the end, it became a bet on both sides' chef careers.

"Haha, it's interesting, I promise you."

Unexpectedly, Ichiro Murata waved his hand and agreed nonchalantly.

Although Murata Ichiro is the seed of this generation of Hantan Temple, he is not yet the successor. The leader of this generation of Hantan Temple is his elder brother.

When he thought of this, his heart was filled with resentment. He felt that he was no worse than his brother, just a few years older than him, but his father designated his brother as the heir.

If he can get a god-level kitchenware this time, his status in his father's heart will definitely be greatly improved!

What's more, in his mind, Hantan Temple is the real holy place for Japanese chefs, with a thousand-year heritage. How can a rising star like Yuanyue compare?

The monks of Hantan Temple wanted to talk again, but they were rejected by Ichiro Murata.

"I agree with the bet made by both parties." Murata Ichiro said calmly.

After all, in this Diamond Cuisine Asia Championship, where he was promoted from 24 to 12, he faced Yang Ming, so it would be nice to be able to add some bonuses.

He never thought he would lose!

"Can."

Yang Ming nodded in agreement.

"In that case, I will reluctantly challenge you."

Yang Ming said calmly.

Ganhyugako and the others had already been holding their breath in their hearts, and at this time they were cheering loudly from the side.

Then, the food begins!

The judge is Mr. Mori Fukuchi, the founder of Tokyo Purple Hui Gourmet Club.

Soon, the news of the decisive battle between the monks of Hantan Temple and the students of Yuanyue spread throughout Hantan Temple.

Especially Yang Ming's words, which trampled all the Hantan Temple monks under their feet, made countless people angry.

So, all the monks didn't even care about the scriptures and came to the venue to cheer for their temple people.

"Come on! Murata, defeat these guys who don't know the heights of heaven and earth!"

"Come on Murata!"

"Let these upstarts know how powerful we are!"

Listening to these shouts, Yang Ming shook his head and said, "It's really pitiful."

The monks in Hantan Temple all sneered in their hearts.

Are you afraid now?

It's a pity it's too late!

As a result, I heard Yang Ming say calmly: "After seeing the gap between the two sides, my confidence will probably be devastated, and maybe I will have doubts about my career as a chef."

Yang Ming is still very confident in his cooking skills.

He is confident that he can trample all these monks from Hantan Temple under his feet!

Don’t you like Shoji very much? Then eat the halberd until you are afraid!

The monks at Hantan Temple spurted out blood.

"Haha, is that so? Then I'd like to see it."

A monk sneered.

In terms of school this year, Murata Ichiro was only a freshman in high school and became the top chef of Hantanji Academy's Hoto-in. His own talent and strength are very good.

The Huotou Army of Hantan Temple is equivalent to the top ten heroes of Yuanyue!

Hantan Temple is no ordinary temple. It was formerly a Buddhist temple with a history of thousands of years. It has been the leader in Japanese religious cuisine for a long time in the past. Although its reputation in recent years is not as good as Totsuki, it should not be underestimated.

As time went by, this all-round battle between Yuanyue and Hantan Temple not only attracted the attention of all the students, but also alarmed many monks.

After a while, the abbots of the temple also hurried over after hearing the news.

Originally, it was the consensus of most monks to provoke internal fighting among Yuanyue students, but no one expected that things would develop to this point and turn into a full-scale confrontation between the two sides.

"Haha, Yang Mingjun is really young and promising. Aren't you afraid of affecting the friendship between the two parties by doing this?"

The host of Hantan Temple said with a neutral smile.

"The host is ridiculous." Yang Ming smiled slightly, "I just think the atmosphere among the monks in your temple is not very good, so I want to discipline it on my behalf."