City: I, the God of Cooking!

Not long after Meng Zhan left, an extended Lincoln parked outside the shop, and an old man got out of the car.

Taking a closer look, this person is Mei Jianghuai.

He walked into the shop quickly, saw the proprietress staring at the street outside with a smirk, and asked strangely: "What are you doing, are you in spring?"

The proprietress came back to her senses, and when she saw him coming, her expression turned pale, "You have nothing to do, why are you here?"

"What else can I do? Tell you about the Chef King Competition, the preliminary round will be in two days..."

"Okay, I remember it all, I won't forget it, you hurry up and don't bother me."

Mei Jianghuai wanted to say something more, but was directly slapped back by the proprietress.

"Go away, disappear from my sight in three seconds."

Mei Jianghuai felt the murderous aura emanating from the opponent, shivered, jumped into the car without saying a word, and left.

The proprietress snorted coldly, and with a wave of her hand, the store door closed automatically.

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After leaving the kitchenware store, Meng Zhan decided to go back, took a taxi and told the driver to go to Haishang Hotel.

The driver took a look at the kitchen knife with sheath in his hand, and asked with a smile, "Are you going to participate in the Chef King Competition?"

"Yes, I was spotted by you." Meng Zhan said.

The driver started the car and said with a smile: "I think you are still very young. The selection of the Chef King Competition is very strict, and ordinary chefs can't get in at all."

Meng Zhan nodded slightly, "It's indeed a bit stricter."

"But I think you still have a chance, work hard, boy." The driver stepped on the brakes and stopped at the intersection, "Fifty."

Meng Zhan looked confused, "I'll go, rob? And it's still nearly a kilometer away from Haishang Hotel."

The driver said helplessly: "Don't you know that the road in front of you is stuck in traffic recently? You can't get out if you go in, and the last section of the road is a straight line. On the road, you often meet some Internet celebrity beauties who come here to check in. You just enjoy the beautiful scenery gone."

Meng Zhan was speechless, and took out fifty to the driver in distress.

Holding the knife, Meng Zhan walked slowly towards the hotel. Sure enough, there were many beauties on the road as the driver said, but there were also many men.

A few minutes later, Meng Zhan came to the entrance of the hotel. There were more people here, and almost half of them were reporters. Those who were not reporters also took pictures with their mobile phones.

Meng Zhan walked directly to the hotel entrance, but was stopped by the security guard at the gate, "Sorry, you can't go in."

"I live inside, why can't I go in?" Meng Zhan asked.

The security guard took a look at his clothes and shook his head slightly, "You really can't enter, you have to be a contestant to enter."

"I am!" Meng Zhan said.

The tabloid reporters next to him squatted here for a long time, and when they saw someone being blocked, they all came forward to watch.

The security guard glanced at the kitchen knife on his waist, and said with a sneer, "There's a dead mouse on the waistband pretending to be a hunter."

Meng Zhan's expression turned ugly.

At this time, there were several young chefs who signed up for the Chef King Competition.

"Is this where you stand? Get out of the way." The security guard stretched out his hand and was about to push Meng Zhan away.

But Meng Zhan was faster, and when he dodged sideways, the security guard used too much force, his upper body became unstable, and he fell and ate shit.

Meng Zhan said lightly, "You did it first, I didn't fight back."

The security guard looked resentful, but he couldn't find anything to refute.

But the boss came over, and when he saw the scene, he stared at Meng Zhan without asking, "Where did you come from, this is not the place for you, get out!"

Meng Zhan frowned slightly, isn't it, are all hotel owners so arrogant?

The reporter on the side saw the conflict and immediately raised the camera.

"Paat, pat, pat you, drive away all these people blocking this door, what do you feed for every day?" The boss scolded, "Tieing a dog at the door is more useful than you!"

The boss seemed to have eaten gunpowder, and scolded all the reporters, security guards and the people watching outside the door.

This suddenly aroused everyone's anger.

"How can you swear? We didn't interfere with your work."

"That's right, the scolding is too ugly."

"There is no quality at all. Is this the hotel's service attitude?"

Just as the boss was about to curse again, the sound of an ambulance sounded in the distance, and then two ambulances stopped at the door.

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen people lying on stretchers were carried out from the hotel.

Now everyone's attention is turned to these people.

The doctor hastily said: "Put them down and give them first aid, otherwise they might not be able to make it to the hospital."

The stretcher immediately blocked the entrance of the hotel, and the boss looked as if his own mother had died.

"Who knows what they ate?" asked the doctor.

The others looked at each other in blank dismay, but the boss hesitated to say anything.

Meng Zhan walked to a stretcher and said, "This should be from eating fugu that hasn't been cleaned."

The boss glared at Meng Zhan, "Why haven't you left yet, kid?"

An older doctor stood up, "Shut up." Then he looked at Meng Zhan, "How did you know that?"

"The mountain people have their own wonderful methods, but I have a way to save them, and it's very simple." Meng Zhan said.

The doctor said solemnly: "This is a matter of life and death, no jokes are allowed."

Meng Zhan said: "It only takes a few seconds to see results."

The doctor said: "Okay, then you can try it."

Meng Zhan pulled out the Mithril kitchen knife, turned the kitchen knife around in his hand, swiped twice, and a cross knife appeared on the back of the patient's hand.

The wound was neither shallow nor deep. Under the action of the Mithril kitchen knife, the tetrodotoxin was sucked out, condensed into black blood, and flowed to the ground.

Then the man slowly opened his eyes and asked doubtfully, "Am I all right?"

Meng Zhan said, "Alright, the tetrodotoxin in your body has been discharged."

The man sat up, looked at the back of his hand stained with black blood, and immediately understood what was going on, "Thank you benefactor for saving my life!"

"You're welcome." Meng Zhan smiled lightly.

Everyone called it amazing.

The doctor also felt that it was awesome, and hurriedly urged: "How many people are left, hurry up and save people."

Meng Zhan walked over and slashed each of them twice on the back of their hands, easily removing the tetrodotoxin.

After the patients recovered, they all came over to thank Meng Zhan for saving his life.

The doctor also came over, admiring Meng Zhan's method on the one hand, and wondering how he did it on the other hand.

And those reporters and the onlookers flocked like crazy.

Meng Zhan suddenly became the moon being chased by the stars, stuck in the center of the crowd.

The chefs who participated in the competition looked dumbfounded. How could that kid be more popular than us if he wasn't wearing a chef uniform?
Seeing that he was about to be squeezed and fucked, Meng Zhan quickly pushed himself out of the crowd, then quickly jumped into the flowers, walked around to the back door of the working passage, and returned to the hotel.

Those people were crowded for a long time before they realized that they had disappeared. They couldn't help being puzzled, but they could only disperse in disappointment.

But the hotel owner remembered Meng Zhan, including those tabloid reporters.

They took a video of Meng Zhan's rescue process, and immediately published it on the news after returning home.

The hotel owner came to the monitoring room and asked someone to investigate and monitor to see where Meng Zhan had gone.