God of Cooking, Monster: No, we have become ingredients

"What value can you bring to the elders by protecting such a waste?"

"you..................."

Ye Changqing said this with an indifferent expression, his tone as if he was stating a very ordinary fact.

Hearing this, Ma Qiankun was stunned and looked at Ye Changqing with deep eyes. It was unknown what he was thinking. On the contrary, the young man from the Zhao family gritted his teeth and squeezed out a hoarse sentence.

"What did you say?"

But Ye Changqing still ignored him and didn't even look at him. He just looked into Ma Qiankun's eyes.

Their eyes met, and Ma Qiankun spoke first, his tone no longer as cold as before.

"What do you mean?"

"I said that my value is much greater than his. Elder, instead of leaning towards this loser, you should stand on my side."

Ye Changqing said bluntly, and upon hearing this, Ma Qiankun was not angry, but instead looked interested and smiled.

"You make it sound as if I have made a mistake. However, since you are so confident, prove it to me."

Ma Qiankun was curious about the self-confidence displayed by Ye Changqing.

To be honest, the Zhao family does not pose any threat to the Kitchen King Fairy City. Even the Guo family is no match for the Kitchen King Fairy City.

The position of the Kitchen King Immortal City is awkward compared to the Pill King Immortal City and the Instrument King Immortal City.

As a special profession among cultivators, immortal chefs cannot compare with alchemists and weapon makers.

However, the overall strength of the Kitchen King Fairy City is still barely among the top forces in the fairy world, and is much stronger than the Guo family.

Strength and weakness also depend on who you are compared with, so if Ye Changqing can show enough value, it will not be difficult to give up this young man from the Zhao family.

Of course, the prerequisite is that Ye Changqing must have this value, otherwise everything is empty talk.

As for what would happen to this young man from the Zhao family in the end, Ma Qiankun had never thought about it. Even if he killed him, what could the Zhao family do?

Seeing Ma Qiankun give in, Ye Changqing also smiled and threw the young man from the Zhao family to the ground like garbage.

Without any restraints, the young man from the Zhao family blushed and immediately stood up and cursed.

"Ant, what did you say? Who are you? Are you worthy of me..."

"Noise."

The young man from the Zhao family was completely infuriated by Ye Changqing's attitude, but Ye Changqing was too lazy to talk nonsense with him.

With a wave of his hand, he slapped him away and then looked at Ma Qiankun and said.

"Elder Ma, which one do you think is more important, talent in cooking or being a direct descendant of the Zhao family?"

"That depends on your talent."

Ma Qiankun was not surprised by Ye Changqing's words.

After all, in his opinion, Ye Changqing's family background was obviously incomparable to that of the young man from the Zhao family.

Since there is no comparison in family background, we can only compare ourselves, and there are only a few aspects to compare ourselves with.

And in the Kitchen King Fairy City, culinary talent is definitely the most important.

"Then I would like to have a sparring match with him."

"Ant, you are looking for death......"

"Okay, I agree."

"Master............"

Seeing that Ye Changqing actually dared to challenge him, the young man from the Zhao family was furious.

But before he could say more, Ma Qiankun nodded and agreed. Even when the young man from the Zhao family called him, Ma Qiankun didn't even look at him.

Originally, this young man from the Zhao family was like a transparent person among all the formal disciples. If Ye Changqing really had enough talent in cooking, it would not matter if he gave up on him.

As soon as Ma Qiankun finished speaking, the competition was settled.

Seeing things develop to this point, everyone present looked expectant.

No one expected that such a person would suddenly emerge among these disciples.

A group of formal disciples had retreated to one side of the courtyard and gathered together, looking at Ye Changqing with curious eyes and discussing in a low voice.

"This guy is interesting."

"It looks like he has some confidence, otherwise he wouldn't be so confident."

"It's also Zhao Qinglin's fault that he is such a loser."

"That's right, he only knows how to bully registered disciples. What a waste."

Many formal disciples were curious about Ye Changqing, but they looked down on the young man from the Zhao family, Zhao Qinglin.

With Ma Qiankun's approval, the competition started smoothly.

Even if Zhao Qinglin wanted to refuse, it was impossible.

He gritted his teeth and accepted Ye Changqing's challenge. The two of them came to the stove at the same time. The two stoves were adjacent to each other. Zhao Qinglin looked at Ye Changqing coldly and said.

"Ant, when you lose the competition, I will make you regret coming to this world. By then, you won't even be able to die."

"I will meet your request."

Hearing this, Ye Changqing glanced at him indifferently and said in a calm voice.

It was this kind of look again. Facing Ye Changqing's response, Zhao Qinglin was so angry that his teeth were itching. This feeling of being ignored made him so angry that he couldn't help but burst out.

"let's start."

While the two were talking, Ma Qiankun, who was already sitting on the steps in front of the yard, spoke slowly.

The competition between the two was conducted according to the rules of the Kitchen King Fairy City, and the first round was to test basic skills.

Including food preparation, knife skills, etc.

These are things that even a restaurant's kitchen helper has to learn, and they are the most basic requirements for a spiritual chef.

Zhao Qinglin was already familiar with the rules of the competition, and Ye Changqing also learned the rules after listening to the introduction of a formal disciple.

Then, two formal disciples, at Ma Qiankun's signal, took two identical ingredients from the warehouse.

"This thing is called Honeycomb Spirit Lotus Root. It contains many holes that are difficult to see with the naked eye, and it is extremely poisonous."

“Although it’s delicious, if any hole is not cleaned thoroughly, the toxins cannot be completely removed, so it is extremely difficult to handle.”

"The first round of the competition is this honeycomb lotus root. Let's begin."

Two honeycomb lotus roots of almost the same size were placed on the stoves of Ye Changqing and Zhao Qinglin respectively.

After a brief introduction, the two formal disciples consciously stepped aside and returned to the crowd.

Along with the others, we were discussing in low voices and watching the development of the situation.

"Zhao Qinglin has processed this honeycomb lotus root before. Although his speed was a little slow, there shouldn't be any problem. Now it's up to this guy surnamed Ye."

"Well, we can tell at a glance whether you have real skills or not. If you can't even handle the honeycomb lotus root, then there's no need to continue the competition."

"Yes, if that's the case, it's a complete waste of time, and this person will probably disappear from the face of the earth."

"I heard that this Ye is from the Guo family, and he is not from the same family. If he wants to survive, it seems that he can only rely on his own ability."

"If this culinary talent fails to impress the master, then the consequences will be..."

The formal disciples all had their own opinions, but this first round of processing the honeycomb spiritual lotus roots was undoubtedly a touchstone for Ye Changqing.

If you can't even pass this level, there's no need to proceed with the next competition.