Chapter 1268

Therefore, among the people who wanted to oust Nakiri Thistle the most, apart from Nakiri Senzaemon who was forced to give up his throne, it was Uchiha Itachi who came all the way with a lot of money.

Maybe Nakiri Hisashi didn't know what he had done wrong at all. He was just a new commander-in-chief and treated these new contracts with caution. But in Uchiha Itachi's view, these conditions had already been finalized. , the withdrawal of the signed agreement was undoubtedly a deliberate attempt to cause trouble for him.

Therefore, Uchiha Itachi was very angry.

Very serious consequences.

Back to the topic.

In the second round of knockout, in the end, the winner group was selected, Yang Ming, Hata Nakaei, and Kadozaki Taki.

The losers are assigned to the last group, and there is only one quota. The process will not be detailed here. In the end, the Mujiuzhien Fruit is selected.

The four successfully competed and defended their title. They will be promoted to the finals of the Diamond Cuisine Asia Competition one month later.

So many chapters have been lost, ah, I have been writing about food for so long. Both the author and Yang Ming are tired. Taking advantage of the Chinese New Year, and because I have nothing to do recently, I plan to go back to China to see. My former hometown.

After booking a flight ticket online, Yang Ming got on the plane within a few days.

In the airport, a tall figure stood in the shadows, looking coldly at Yang Ming's leaving figure.

"Yang Ming, Yang Ming, blame me. You blocked my way. In that case, just let me go on my way."

With a sneer, Nakiri Thistle gradually disappeared.

Yang Ming didn't know about all this.

When the plane took off and was about to arrive in China, Nakiri Kiku spent a lot of money to install a time bomb on the plane, which blew up the entire plane with a bang!

The sudden change made Yang Ming completely confused.

Fortunately, with Ice Escape by his side and using up all the chakra in his body, Yang Ming made a slide in the air and barely managed to avoid falling to death. However, due to the fall from a high altitude and the impact of the plane explosion, he finally fell heavily into the water. .

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(The following is an excessive plot, reminding that Yang Ming has temporarily lost his memory)

The man wandered around Wang Xiaoming's stall for several times. He walked over, walked to the left less than twenty meters away, then turned back, walked to the right less than twenty meters away, then turned back again, swinging back and forth with precision like a pendulum. He kept looking at his stall, but he couldn't come over.

Wang Xiaoming felt that the man was very strange. He was alert. Could it be that he was here to collect debts or seek revenge? I quickly looked around and called my nephew who was playing near the breakfast stall: "Ah Bing, don't run too far, come back and eat quickly!"

Four-year-old Wang Bing stood up, threw the pebbles in his hands, threw his little hands on his body, and ran over: "Uncle, I'm hungry, I want to eat rice noodles."

Wang Xiaoming said: "Go and wash your hands. Are you going to eat fried or boiled food?"

Wang Bing wiped a handful of snot from his nose with his sleeve: "If you want Kuey Teow Soup, put in a lot of fish balls, so many." He also used his two arms to draw a circle in the air to express the large number of fish balls.

Wang Xiaoming raised his hand towards Wang Bing and threatened him: "You bastard, don't wipe your nose with your sleeves. If you do it next time, I will beat you to death! Who will wash you when you are so dirty?"

Wang Bing didn't take his threat seriously and jumped away to wash his hands.

It was almost nine o'clock at this time, and there were fewer customers having breakfast. There was still a couple eating kway teow soup. All the usual regular customers were here, so Wang Xiaoming guessed that not many people would come, so he cooked two bowls of rice noodles, one for himself and one for his nephew. After cooking, he looked up again to see the strange man who had just disappeared. He turned around and searched around, and found that the man was squatting by the faucet with Wang Bing. The expression on Wang Xiaoming's face changed. He threw away the things in his hands and rushed over. Like a hen protecting its young, he grabbed Wang Bing and protected him behind him: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

The man raised his head. He had a chiseled face, thick eyebrows and straight nose. He had a good appearance. His thin face was wet, his chin was still dripping, but there was a large purple bruise on his forehead. , there is a three centimeter long bright red scar from the corner of his left eyebrow to his eyelid. It is still a new scar, making him look a little angry. He didn't speak, but looked at Wang Xiaoming doubtfully with his dark eyes.

Wang Xiaoming looked at the other party, feeling a little short of breath. He swallowed, his throat slipped, and he slowly backed away while protecting his nephew: "Who are you and what do you want to do?" This person can't be the enemy of his eldest brother Yu Lin, right? , that bastard is always causing trouble for himself.

Yang Ming spoke: "Boss, are you looking for workers?"

The voice was a bit unclear, like a big tongue, but Wang Xiaoming heard it clearly, and he almost slipped to the ground. What the hell, he had a small street stall and he still needed to recruit workers! If he could afford workers, he would still set up a street stall! The two words he threw down: "No move!" After saying that, he pulled Wang Bing and left in a hurry.

Rejected, Yang Ming looked at Wang Xiaoming's back, stretched out his hand to wipe the water droplets on his chin, his eyes dimmed a little, then washed the handle under the faucet, stood up slowly with his knees supported, and an inappropriate " Gu——" With a long cry, he bent down, turned on the faucet, and drank a few mouthfuls of tap water, as if this could relieve the pain caused by the spasm of the stomach wall.

Wang Xiaoming also heard the sound, and his footsteps paused. Wang Bing raised his hands and said, "Uncle, my hands haven't been washed yet!"

Wang Xiaoming had no choice but to drag Wang Bing back to the stall, scoop out water from the bucket and wash his nephew's hands: "Hurry up and eat the kuey teow, I've put a lot of fish balls for you."

Wang Bing sniffed and went away happily. The little person was just a little taller than the table. He climbed onto the stool with his hands and feet, knelt down on it and started eating breakfast. The translucent and smooth rice noodles, the hot and oily clear soup, the golden and fragrant fried garlic, and the fat and round fish balls, decorated with a few green wolfberry leaves and a few green chopped green onions, make it a delicious dish. The hungry Xiao Wang Bing had a big appetite. He buried his head in his mouth and took a sip of the soup. He opened his mouth and exclaimed: "It's so good!" The child was learning to talk, and it was very interesting to hear the little man talking to adults.

Wang Xiaoming also washed his hands and came over to have breakfast. After breakfast, it was time to close the stall. He went back to prepare and set out again around eleven o'clock in the morning to sell oyster paste.

Wang Bing took a few bites and swallowed a fish ball. His two bright black eyes rolled around, and then he whispered to Wang Xiaoming: "Uncle, is that person hungry?"

Wang Xiaoming looked in the direction of his finger. The man he saw earlier was sitting on the curb, with his upper body on his legs and his eyes looking straight ahead. There were two wild dogs rummaging through the garbage. food residue.