Supreme Almighty System

"Strange, really strange."

Unable to find Mr. Wu, Tie Yezi put down his phone helplessly, and shot Wu Fan who was smoking leisurely with displeased eyes: "Although this kid is not Mr. Wu, but...he seems to have some kind of connection with Mr. Wu. "

One is the real Mr. Wu, and the other is the fake Mr. Wu. Of course there is a connection. Isn't this nonsense?
"uh-huh?"

Being watched by Tie Yezi, Wu Fan and Xiao Fugou quickly sensed that one person and one dog shot fierce gazes at Tie Yezi at the same time!

Looking at each other, Wu Fan's powerful kitchen god aura burst out in an instant. The majesty and domineering also inspired Tie Yezi, and he hurriedly turned his eyes away!
"This this!"

Tie Yezi clenched his fist tightly, and sweat couldn't help but burst out: "Just now... no, it's impossible, it's impossible!"

Seeing that Tie Yezi suddenly became a little unnatural, Pang Yuee and Huang Shihu looked at each other, and at the same time asked with concern: "Great Master Tie Yezi, what's wrong with you?"

"No, it's fine..."

Tie Yezi took a deep breath and asked in a low voice: "Yue'e, did that young man really say that he is Mr. Wu?"

"Really, Yue'e dare not lie to Grandmaster." Yue'e responded hastily.

Tie Yezi nodded his head pretending to be firm, but in fact his heart was like a dog: "Mr. Wu never cooks, but the look in his eyes just now is very similar to Mr. Wu! And his cooking skills seem to be better than mine. Little! Who is this young man?"

Xiaofugou sneered and said, "Brother, it seems that someone doubts your identity?"

"I didn't expect that the referee of this game was the grand master. I guess, that Tie Yezi should have known the real Mr. Wu. However, none of this matters anymore. If anyone dares to provoke me tonight, I will let you He dies."

When Tie Yezi was puzzled, Wu Fan withdrew his eyes and continued to look at the game on the court.

On the field.

The Chinese people love spicy food, especially in Hunan, and Hunan cuisine is also one of the eight major cuisines in China. There are countless varieties of spicy dishes.

In tonight's competition, Murong Tingting and Ouyang Yehua chose Murong Family's signature dish, which is also recognized by the entire gourmet world - Dong'an Chicken!
The stove was on high and the oil pan was tumbling. Ouyang Yehua and Murong Tingting held a cutting knife and a boning knife, threw the brightly colored whole broiler chicken in the air, and showed their knives back and forth in a tacit cooperation. Knife skills!
"Good knife skill!"

Some well-known gourmet experts who came to watch the battle applauded one after another, applauding the knife skills of the pair of sluts!
"There are even more powerful ones! Please show me!"

Although Murong Tingting is a superb cook, she seldom shows up to cook in public. At this moment, there are rarely more than 2000 people watching. She is proud of herself and deliberately shows off her proficient and proud knife skills, which can be regarded as showing Jiang Fuquan and the others A slap in the face!

"Shh!"

After most of the bones were removed, the chicken was quickly fried back and forth by Ouyang Yehua in the pan. The surging flames were like a fire dragon, blooming its brilliance.

The applause continued to ring out. If others didn't know it, they would think that this pair of dogs and men were engaged in an acrobatics competition.

Seeing this, Wu Mei asked worriedly: "Wu Fan, what kind of food did that couple cook?"

"Dong'an chicken."

Wu Fan had already seen the way when Ouyang Yehua cut the chicken, and of course he also knew how important the position of Dong'an chicken was in the Murong family.

This is also in line with Wu Fan's prediction, because once the couple loses, they will use their signs to smash their own feet!

If this is the case, it will be difficult for them not to die.

Thinking of this, Wu Fan couldn't help showing a vicious smile: "I wish you could make Dong'an chicken, but I didn't expect you to really do it."

Smelling the aroma of Dong'an chicken, Dugua couldn't help but praise: "Although Murong Tingting and Ouyang Yehua are a pair of dogs, the dishes they cook are really delicious."

"Dong'an chicken has a history of more than 1000 years since the Tang Dynasty. The finished dish tastes sour, spicy, fresh, and fragrant. It is a representative of Hunan cuisine with heavy oil, rich color, and hot and sour taste."

Wu Fan smiled slightly, and explained: "More importantly, after this dish arrived in the hands of the old men of the Murong family, after repeated adjustments and improvements, it is very suitable for the tastes of modern people, especially the wealthy families, who love to eat it. The Murong Family has achieved its current position in the catering industry, and this Dong'an Chicken has made a lot of contributions."

But in a blink of an eye, his eyes changed again: "The cuisine is a good thing, and the concept of the prosperity is also very good, but Murong Tingting and Ouyang Yehua's hearts are broken, and the dishes they make cannot be delicious. .”

Hearing Wu Fan's words, Wu Mei couldn't help but look at him with admiration again. It turns out that this charming man is not only well-informed, but also has far surpassed ordinary people in his knowledge and understanding of cooking skills.

The Dong'an chicken here is fragrant, but Lao Quan's side is relatively low-key.

In front of them was a plate of white and tender tofu.

It turned out that what Laoquan and Jiaojiao cooked today was a famous Sichuan dish——Ma Po Tofu.

Unlike Dong'an Chicken, which has become the signature dish of all restaurants under Murong Shijia, Mapo Tofu is more suitable for ordinary people's consumption. This is a home-cooked dish that has an important position in the streets and alleys.

"Tofu?"

Seeing Laoquan and Jiaojiao skillfully dividing the tofu, the audience couldn't help but frowned: "On such an important occasion, tofu is actually used as the main course?"

Although the group of elders of the Murong family who were on the sidelines of the battle were cheap, they were indeed very knowledgeable, and soon discovered that Lao Quan and Jiaojiao were going to cook mapo tofu.

Seeing this, they couldn't help laughing: "They want to challenge our Murong family's top signature dish with mapo tofu, which is eaten by ordinary people. Aren't Jiang Fuquan and He Jiao digging their own graves?"

"I'll go, is it really mapo tofu?"

Ouyang Yehua raised his brows, and his tone was like a curse: "Jiang Fuquan! I thought you really recovered your sense of taste, so it was just pretending?"

"You want to use mapo tofu to defeat us? It's really your daydream! It seems that this competition is over!"

Murong Tingting's eyes were vicious, and the corners of her mouth almost turned her eyes, which shows how confident she is in her dishes, and how much she despises Lao Quan and Jiao Jiao.

As soon as the words of the dogs and men came out, the three or four thousand descendants of Murong's family who cheered for Murong Tingting and Ouyang Yehua also burst into laughter.

"This Jiang Fuquan not only lost his sense of taste, but also lost his brain. How dare such a person dare to challenge our Murong family?"

Because in the eyes of these ignorant vulgars, these two dishes can be said to be of different levels, one is a VIP on a big occasion, and the other is a home-cooked dish that is difficult to be elegant.

Now that they are used in competitions at the same time, isn't it immediately possible to distinguish between the noble and the humble?

But is it that simple?No.