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After a few minutes.

In each grain of rice, Lu Xiaobu has already entered a small amount of aura that appeared in this world not long ago.

Today's egg fried rice is no longer ordinary egg fried rice.

If ordinary people have a cold or something, they can recover quickly with just one sip.

It is not an exaggeration to call it a medicinal diet.

"Complete."

"I'll go." The people in the audience were stunned, and they all lay down on the backs of their chairs, looking hopeless.

"Are you kidding me? Others use famous dishes from French Western cuisine, but you are kind enough to use egg fried rice that everyone can cook."

"When I saw that kid scrambled eggs, I thought this kid was a bit of a real talent. He created some new dishes. It turned out to be fried rice with eggs, so I can do it too."

"Using egg fried rice against famous French dishes, I am afraid that the real top chefs in our country will lose, let alone a young man who doesn't know him at all. Our country's cuisine will be laughed at again."

"I'm afraid this kid did something on purpose."

"Hehe, I really think highly of you." Ben Shar, who was cooking carefully, as if creating a work of art, caught a glimpse of Lu Xiaobu cooking fried rice with eggs.

With a shake of his hand, he almost ruined the dishes he cooked.

He really didn't expect that Lu Xiaobu, who was full of confidence and even dared to accept his bet, could only cook fried rice with eggs, which was as important in Chinese food as bread in Western food.

"You just wait to kowtow to me." The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, Ben Shar withdrew his gaze, and continued to concentrate on cooking.

"Hey, it will take a long time to see that kid, I'd better play with my phone first." Lu Xiaobu put his right hand in his pocket.

"Does he have any special seasoning?" Ben Shar's heart tightened.

The people in the audience also thought as Ben Shar thought, thinking that Lu Xiaobu had some special condiments in his pocket, or the kind passed down from his family.

Otherwise, how could Lu Xiaobu have the guts to challenge Ben Shar.

The already extremely disappointed crowd stretched their necks again.

However, when Lu Xiaobu took out a mobile phone, everyone was completely desperate, and there was no hope in their eyes.

"Hey, I'm sure I'll lose this time. Not only is Ben Shar better at cooking, he's also more attentive than that kid. He's definitely going to win."

"Oh, are you alright? It's a waste of time to make a meal. Do you want to do it next year?"

After posting an advertisement, Lu Xiaobu curled his lips in dissatisfaction and said loudly before the ghost finished.

"Huaguo kid, you shouldn't be in a hurry, you should be happy. If I finished cooking early, wouldn't you kneel down to me? There is a saying, you can live a little longer."

"Hey, don't get me wrong, I just want you to die early and be reborn early."

"Hmph, your mouth is quite stiff." Benshaar withdrew his hands, straightened his waist, and his face was full of pride, "My work is finished, you can find anyone to taste it, as long as there is a If I personally say that his food is better than mine, I will kowtow more."

"Okay, our Sujiang Daily has a camera, which can broadcast live here, so let us shoot this event."

The reporter who appeared frequently before volunteered to get up and left the hall with the two dishes.

After a while, a curtain appeared above the hall, and the back of the reporter appeared on it.

The reporter trotted all the way to a 50-[-]-year-old man with plain clothes and rough appearance.

"Hello, hello, I'm from Sujiang Daily."

"Ah, don't talk yet, let me think about it first." The big man raised his hand to stop the reporter from continuing to speak, rubbed the back of his head and pondered for a second, "You are that Bi Bujian."

"No, you are Li Yong, are you Teacher Li Yong?"

"Hehe, none of them. I just want to ask you to do me a favor. There are two dishes here. Can you help me take a bite and see which one is delicious?"

The reporter directed the two assistants to bring a plate of food and put it in front of the big man.

"What is this?" The big man stared at Ben Shar's pan-fried foie gras and blueberry juice.

"This is French western food."

"Hehe, boy, have you seen it? Our French and western food is not only high-end, even people who have never seen it will choose my work instead of your egg fried rice." In the hall, Ben Shar raised his face , with a proud face.

"Hehe." Lu Xiaobu didn't speak.

"Haha, Huaguo kid, why don't you talk?" Ben Shar covered his stomach and was about to bend down and laugh, but the next moment, his expression froze completely.

"I'll go, what kind of ghost food is this, is it also eaten by people?"

The big man on the big screen didn't even move his fork, and immediately took a mouthful of Lu Xiaobu's fried rice with eggs.

"Huh, who made this egg fried rice? It's so fucking delicious." The big man's eyes lit up, and he wanted to take another bite.

"Sorry, everyone can only eat one bite, please taste this dish now."

"Okay." The big man took a mouthful helplessly, and the smile on his face froze in an instant, "What kind of food is it? It's nothing compared to fried rice with eggs."

After finishing speaking, the big man stared at the egg fried rice reluctantly and left.

"Oh, he is not the audience of our noble French cuisine, only your lowly fried rice with eggs is suitable for him." Ben Shar said angrily, "I ask the reporter to find a white-collar, high-level white-collar."

As if knowing what the hall would think, the reporter immediately walked up to a 30-year-old successful man in Armani who had just gotten out of a Porsche.

Said the rules of the program group.

"Okay, can I have a taste of this French dish first?" The Porsche man took a sip, closed his eyes and thought about it, and nodded immediately, "That's right, the master's handwriting."

"Yes, sir, would you please try this plate of egg fried rice again?"

"Can I not taste it?" Porsche reluctantly said.

"Hahaha, Huaguo boy, I said that only those with low income and no taste will think your egg fried rice is delicious, and my dishes are the choice of high-end people." Ben Shar's arrogance became stronger.

"Let's look down." Lu Xiaobu didn't bother to talk to Ben Shar at all, as long as he ate his egg fried rice, the outcome would be decided immediately.

"I hope you can help me with this." The reporter said.

"Okay." The Porsche man took a small spoonful, but only put a small half of the spoonful into his mouth.

"Ok?"

The Porsche man's eyes lit up all of a sudden, and he ate the whole spoonful of fried rice with eggs.

"This taste can only be found in the sky, and it is rare to taste it a few times in the world."

"Oh, how does that compare with the dish just now?" The reporter asked in surprise.

"The dish just now is not bad, but it is also ordinary. Only this fried rice with eggs can be regarded as a fairy."