After I retired from the navy, I became a wife lover

Originally the old man didn't want to get up, but Martin was so strong that he picked up the opponent with one hand, making him unable to kneel.

"Master Chef God, please become a special judge for this chief chef competition."

With tears in his eyes, Zhe Pu suddenly suggested: "You are the most suitable judge."

"It's not good."

"Get up first, Zapp!"

Martin put the opponent down.

"No, I won't get up. You actually came to the celebrity chef selection site. This is to give me the greatest face, no, it is to give face to all the chefs in Donghai."

Saying that, Mr. Zhepu knelt down again.

"I also invite you to be the judge of the East China Sea Chief Chef Competition. If the God of Cookery disagrees, I, Zhepu, will not be able to kneel down."

Zheprai yelled on the ground with snot and tears.

"Yes, yes, please invite Master Cookery to participate in the competition."

"Only Lord Chef God has this qualification."

The rest of the chefs followed suit, all of them in tears.

Hey, I said you are such an adult, how can you cry when you cry, and you still hug my leg and won't let you go?

Seeing so many eyes on him, Martin knew he had to show his face today.

He simply nodded: "Okay, I'm reluctant to be a judge!"

A minute later, surrounded by the chefs, Martin sat at the same table with Kapshpin under the astonished eyes of the distinguished guests.

"Invited" became one of the specially-invited judges "God of Cookery" in the Donghai Chief Chef selection.

"What kind of food... God of Cookery is Martin in reality?"

Da Siqi had recognized Martin early on, but she didn't recover from it at all.

"Hahaha, you are so amazing, you are called the God of Cookery? I haven't seen a man who can be called a God in such a long time. Could you let me see you as a God of Cookery?"

Cap grinned widely.

"Have chance."

Martin exchanged pleasantries: "Actually, Zhepu himself came up with the title of God of Cookery. It's just a gimmick, so don't take it seriously."

Karp shook his head: "Every time I come to Donghai, I will come to this restaurant to eat. I agree with Zhepu's cooking skills. If you can become a chef, you must have good cooking skills."

Martin could only shrug his shoulders.

Isn't this to catch the ducks on the shelves?

After my identity as the God of Cookery was exposed, what should I do if Robin Sauce doesn't cook for me in the future?

Martin looked at Robin, and found that the smart and intellectual young lady was looking at him with a smile on her face. No matter how she looked at it, she was smiling badly.

How do you feel the rhythm of domestic violence when you go home?

Look at Joel again, looking around.

Is this girl looking for an opportunity to set out a mission?

All right!

We have to finish the judges first.

Otherwise, this group of chefs would kneel in a circle for themselves, and all the other distinguished guests would watch the show, wouldn't that be a crime?

The so-called chief chef competition is a culinary competition in the traditional sense.

The five nominated chefs come from various famous restaurants in the East China Sea. They are all famous chefs. They will each prepare a dish for the three judges to taste, and then give each one a score from 0 to 10 points.

Then use the score to determine the winner.

In addition, around 30 tables of VIPs will come to witness this culinary competition, and some people will place bets.

Yes, gambling is the game that rich people love to play.

Many of these distinguished guests are prominent figures in the East China Sea. Eating, drinking and having fun is the purpose of their trip, and gambling is also something the big guys want to play.

"Hello everyone, I am the head chef of Linhai Restaurant, Dongyu Ichiro, and I am good at seafood dishes."

"Hello everyone, I am the chef of Baiweilou..."

The five chefs introduced themselves one by one, and Martin discovered that Sanji, the youngest, was also one of the five chefs.

"The competition time is one hour. Now start cooking, and it must be completed within one hour."

Amid Zhepu's loud shouts, a group of chefs turned on the stove and began to process various ingredients.

The other guests chatted while eating the delicious dishes served, while watching the performance on the opposite stage, admiring the chef's hard work in cooking, and then listening to Zhepu's live report and talking and laughing happily.

Some guests started to place bets and played a gamble, wanting to bet on which of the five chefs would win.

It's all a rich man's dirty game.

"Lieutenant General Karp, can I interview you?"

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Cooking God, can I interview you?"

A person who looked like a reporter stepped forward with a small notebook, but was persuaded to leave by several sea soldiers.

Obviously, Karp does not want to be disturbed by being elected as a judge this time.

"Lieutenant General Garp, I used to be a retired warrant officer of the Navy, attached to the 18th Logistics Branch of the Navy... I have always practiced Iron Fist."

Martin took the opportunity to strike up a conversation with the other party: "I would like to ask you how to cultivate the domineering look of the armed forces."

Garp was throwing senbei into his mouth, and when he heard that the other party was a retired navy, a smile finally appeared on his serious face.

Martin knew his entry point was fine.

Garp has a strong personality, is humorous, straightforward, and cares about his subordinates. He is a good boss.

Hearing that he used to belong to the navy, his expression immediately softened.

He wants to learn how to be domineering when armed.

Armed color domineering is a special kind of qi, in essence, everyone can awaken and use armed color domineering.

But the step of awakening the domineering armed color is very critical, it is a 0 to 1 process.

If no one taught it, it would be very difficult to awaken the domineering domineering self with my qualifications. I am not the protagonist group, let alone those talented geniuses, so it is very difficult to awaken domineering.

To marry a wife who can be armed and domineering, there is no good candidate at present, and several beautiful and powerful women are on the great route.

It's better to ask Karp to come faster.

And Tekken Garp has the top skills in using armed domineering, and the armed domineering he cultivated is also the purest kind.

"Are you talking about armed domineering? This is more complicated. The old man is eating... no time."

Garp ate the senbei that was served, and picked his nose and flicked it along the way, looking foolish.

If you don't have time to eat and talk, you have time to pick your nose?

Martin immediately rolled his eyes, knowing that this old man, who is usually bold and enthusiastic, is still a little wary of himself, and won't tell the secret of the cultivation of armed domineering so honestly.

"God of Cookery, let's put it this way! You make me a dish, and if you enjoy it, I'll teach you how to use the armed color domineering."

Cap suddenly said, "How is it?"

After hearing this, Martin immediately understood that he had to give the other party a little bit of sweetness, and the old man would only let go if he gave enough sweetness.

It is understandable that one's own charm has no effect on men, and he cannot be a white wolf with empty hands.

"Speaking of which, this old man has to enjoy his food. You have to make delicious food that this old man can absolutely admire."

Garp curled his lips: "If you don't feel good about eating, then the old man won't say a word."

Martin nodded: "Lieutenant General Garp, you must keep your word."

"Wahhaha, Mr. God of Cookery, this old man always keeps his word!"

Cap smiled broadly.

"Not bad, the God of Cookery is a talented person, and the old man also wants to try some of the skills of the God of Cookery."

Jinping, who was silent all the time, also nodded repeatedly: "I can testify for you two."

Martin shook his head slightly and said to Zhepu, "Prepare the rice noodles and beef."

Zhepu nodded again and again: "I need some time to prepare, please wait a moment, God of Cookery."

While waiting for the hor fun, the other five chefs had prepared the food for the competition and served it to the table. They were allowed to taste it and then score it.

The bets in the VIP seats began to increase across the board.

The scoring competition has officially begun.

The first chef served seafood fried rice, one bowl for each person. Karp and Jinpei both ate very happily, and almost all gave the 10-point standard.

But in the face of the first chef, Martin held up a 0-point card: "The fried rice is all stuck together. I don't know if you need to use overnight rice for fried rice? 0 points."

Chef: (⊙o⊙)...

For the turbot served by the second chef, the other party used ten fish and ten methods to make the fish meat, so that one fish meat has ten kinds of fish flavors.

Martin still held up the 0-point card: "You use ten kinds of fish to make a fish, and you claim that there are ten ways to eat it. Are you disgusting? This is simply a stitched zombie fish, 0 points."

Chef: (⊙o⊙)...

The third chef displayed his superb knife skills and directly carved a 200-kilogram Tofu Shrimp from the East China Sea into two humanoid sculptures with a single knife. It was Karp and Jinpei.

Martin still held up the 0-point card: "Why are there only these two old men? Are you humiliating me as the God of Cookery? 0 points!"

Chef: (⊙o⊙)...

The fourth chef served a melon that resembled a devil fruit.

"This is my own devil fruit pastry, filled with juicy fruit pastry."

The chef was full of confidence and crossed his arms: "How about it, you have nothing to say now."

Martin still held up the placard with 0 points: "Your product copied the shape of the devil fruit, without any innovation, and this fruit tastes very bad, so you don't need to eat it at all. 0 points."

Chef: (⊙o⊙)...

A zero-point operation left the chefs speechless.

Finally, Xiao Sanji stepped forward tremblingly, and served a roast suckling pig:

"This one of mine is called Gold Coin Roasted Pig, and there is heaven and earth inside."

Then he cut open the roasted pig's stomach, and immediately there were many scattered gold coin-shaped objects inside, which were a kind of delicious small fish called gold coin fish. This roasted pig was equivalent to a piggy bank.

Sanji was proud: "How? My idea is good, I still thought of what I should think of."

Martin curled his lips, and still held up the sign for 0 points.

Sanji was anxious: "Why? I obviously thought of everything."

Martin saw Sanji's curved eyebrows: "I think your eyes are not straight, you look wretched, and your eyes are even more wretched when you look at my wife. To put it bluntly, your honor makes me sick... The chef sees female guests drooling? 0 marks!"

Sanji: (へ╬) "Hello? He said I'm obscene, am I obscene?

All the chefs nodded one after another, with expressions of "Don't you know what to do?"

Zapp went up and punched Sanji in the head, making him grit his teeth in pain.

The other two big shots all had high scores of 9 or 10 points. This God of Cookery was a maverick, and all the scores were only zero points.

The food was eaten up by Karp and Jinbei, two old guys, who were not picky eaters at all.

"Give us 0 points? It's really you! You are so good, you come to cook a dish and let everyone try it."

Sanji protested, covering his head.

"That's it."

Several chefs who were scored 0 points were still a little bit dissatisfied, so they agreed.

Martin nodded simply: "No problem."

Robin pulled Joel to the front of the stage at this time, worried: "Honey, you haven't cooked a few times, are you okay?"

Martin's expression was indifferent, his eyes like torches: "Don't worry, after eating the dishes I cooked...they will respect me like a god."

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after 5 p.m.