Chapter 1471 Where the Couple's Lung Piece Comes In

Uh..." Robert had an embarrassing expression, and quickly waved his hands and said, "I'm the president of the Food Association now, and I'm afraid I won't be able to escape and follow you for a while. "

"It's okay, 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, stretched out his hand and patted the black pot behind Chebman's back, and said with a smile: "Back The black pot is our black pot gang...ah bah, the wandering cooks."

"This is the last time." Jeffrey looked at Harris, although he still had a stern face, but his expression was much more relaxed than usual, and he said in a neutral manner.

"How can you say that, I think you can live a few more years." Harris looked at Jeffrey carefully and said seriously.

Jeffrey's eyebrows were raised slightly, but there was a smile in his eyes. He pointed to Harry and said, "Today I want to eat dry grilled fish. If I can't eat it, I will smash your pot."

"Your request is a bit too much, I will try my best to satisfy you." Ha Rui said a little timidly.

"Hari, you said you brought books for the children, where are they?" Nuofan looked at Hashi and smiled.

"It's all packed in the car. I bought it on the road. I almost fell asleep against the ceiling when I had too much. You quickly moved it away for me." Harris said a little depressed.

"Okay, I will move out at that time." Nuo Fan said with a smile.

"Don't take the few leather-bound books I put under the pillow by mistake." Harris moved closer to Nofan and whispered.

"You." Nuo Fan gave him a contemptuous glance, but still nodded calmly.

"Prepare seats for the judges." Mag turned back and said to Yabei Mia, the restaurant door opened, and five tables and chairs were quickly lined up in front of the restaurant.

"Little friend, I invited so many people on my own initiative, what do you think?" Ha Rui looked back at Mag and asked with a smile.

Hill looked at Mag with interest, with a bit of a tease in his eyes.

"I have no objection. It's a great honor to invite all the judges. Please take a seat." Mag smiled, mmp in his heart.

You damn meow invited almost all the most powerful bosses in the city of chaos, what can I say?

Where can I invite such a boss?

"That's good,

I was also worried that you would think it was too ostentatious. Harry said with a sigh of relief.

Mag: "..."

"The card of the Undefeated God of Cooking is indeed not covered." A thought popped up in everyone's mind at the same time. After all, it is definitely not ordinary people to be able to get along with these few people in the city of chaos.

All the judges were seated one after another, and the atmosphere of the audience had been ignited by the big 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, then you will be the hero of Chaos City." Michael exhorted with an expectant face when he passed by.

"Come on, Boss Mai." Robert clenched his fists and encouraged.

Jeffrey glanced at Mag, thoughtfully, and walked over without saying anything.

"Mr. McGonagall, you have to fight for our chaotic city." Novan said with a smile.

Mag has already felt a little pressure. Although it is not clear 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 if he loses, he will have to bear the ugly scapegoat, go wandering with them, and call that greasy uncle Master.

Tsk, what a pity.

The judges were seated, Harry also came to the middle of the field, took out a bamboo tube from nowhere, and there were dozens of bamboo sticks with words written on it, he waved to Mag and said, "Little friend, how about we draw lots?" Decide how to fight?"

The more Mag looked at Harry, the more he looked like a magic stick. Which chef would carry a lottery cylinder with him? And even the way of the duel is decided by asking for lots?

"The rumors are true. Master Harry really carries a lottery cone with him." Vanessa looked at the lottery tube in Harry's hand in surprise, "It is said that he will use this to help others check their fate."

"Is the calculation accurate?" Abraham asked.

"I heard it's quite accurate, just listen to it the other way around. It's said that he helped a girl to calculate her marriage before, saying that she had no marriage in this life, but the next day she met a peach blossom and married a good man."

"Then I probably know why these apprentices of his are all scapegoating." Abraham understood.

"What kind of shaking method?" Mag walked down the steps, came to Harry, and glanced at the various bamboo sticks in his stick. They were all marked with numbers and engraved with words: Knife Crafts, Soup , Frying and roasting... not limited to the dishes, but almost covers all aspects of the ability that the chef needs to master.

"My lottery includes all kinds of cooking skills. To be fair, if you are not good at anything, I can get rid of them first, and then we each draw one of them as a duel item, and then The representatives of the judges wave a lot, which is also regarded as a duel event.

Whoever wins two rounds of the three rounds will win the duel. Harry said with a smile.

McGonagall was thoughtful, but the selection of the competition items was very creative. He reached out and took Harry's bamboo tube, and picked out a dozen strange items such as: a big iron pot on his head, a chopping board on his chest, and so on. Head said: "Just shake it from here."

"Just take this away?" Harris looked at the dozen or so bamboo sticks in Mag's hands in surprise. Some of the chefs he met before even left three bamboo sticks in the bamboo tube. Mag only chose He was a little surprised that he took more than a dozen bamboo sticks.

"The others are the basic skills and regular dishes of a chef, shouldn't they be kept?" Mag asked rhetorically.

"Little friend, you are really interesting, so I'll start shaking it first." Harui held the begging stick in both hands, and started the bamboo stick in the demon emperor's hand with a sincere face.

The eyes of the audience were only following the lottery in his hand, and 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 landed on the ground with a bang.

"Here we come." Hasui bent down to pick up the bamboo stick, glanced at it, then raised it above his head and said, "The first item, knife skills!"

"Knife skills." Mag was thoughtful. After being honed for so long in the God of Cooking Trial Field, he was still quite confident in his knife skills. He reached out to take the bamboo tube, shook it casually a few times, and dropped a He caught a bamboo stick in mid-air, flipped the bamboo stick over and glanced at it, then raised it above his head and said, "Cold dish."

Heh, it seems that Husband and wife lung tablets have a place to play.

"Then the second item is cold dishes." Harris took the bamboo tube, walked towards the judges' seat, 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, shook it a few times, and a bamboo stick flew out and fell on the table.

Hill picked up the bamboo stick and glanced at it, and said loudly, "Soup soup!"

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