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

"Brother, the winner has been decided."

Looking at Wu Zhong, whose face was so gloomy that it looked like water dripping from his eyes, the chief disciple said with regret.

There is no need to compare. They have all tasted the food cooked by Ye Changqing before. Although each person only got a little, the taste is still fresh in their memory.

Although Wu Zhong's performance this time can be said to be exceptional, he is afraid of comparison.

Wu Zhong didn't make any mistakes and his cooking skills were absolutely on point, but that was what made people even more despairing, because he definitely lost in terms of strength.

Ye Changqing's cooking skills completely crush Wu Zhong's, no one can deny that.

But when Wu Zhong heard the words of the chief disciple, he didn't believe it at all. He gritted his teeth, turned around and glared at him fiercely.

"Ridiculous, I will lose to him?"

This Ye has only the cultivation level of an emperor, while he has already reached the level of an immortal and has been the young city lord for many years.

Will he lose?

Wu Zhong simply couldn't accept this result, and until now he still didn't believe that he would lose.

Looking at Wu Zhong's murderous expression, the chief disciple wisely chose to shut up and not argue with him.

He was afraid that he would be beaten if he continued talking. Anyone could see that Wu Zhong was on the verge of madness at this moment.

He saw that all the disciples who followed him fell into silence, but each of them had a strange expression.

Even if they didn't speak, Wu Zhong could guess what they were thinking.

It's obvious that he thinks Wu Zhong is not as good as the guy named Ye.

But Wu Zhong just couldn't accept this fact. How could he be worse than Ye Changqing?

With a cold snort and a dark face, Wu Zhong strode towards Ye Changqing.

Of course, he was not looking for trouble. Huang Lao, Bai Yuan and other powerful people from the Kitchen King Immortal City, as well as the elders were all present. Wu Zhong did not dare to cause trouble, even though he was the young city lord.

He wanted everyone to come and try the food he cooked.

As soon as he entered the crowd, Wu Zhong's face turned dark and he saw Hei Lao mixed in the crowd at a glance.

The old fellow was also holding a big bowl and eating with his mouth full of oil.

Damn it, you are my protector, what are you eating here?

"Hei Lao."

He gritted his teeth and shouted. When he heard someone calling him, Hei Lao, who had been eating with his head down, finally looked up and looked in the direction of the voice.

Seeing Wu Zhong's face as black as the bottom of a pot, he was slightly stunned, but quickly came to his senses and said calmly.

"I'm here to taste it, nothing else."

"Have you tasted enough?"

In response to this, Wu Zhong's face became even gloomier. Seeing this, Hei Lao turned around and looked at the stove.

I saw that the big buckets had been snatched away by everyone and nothing was left, even the soup had been poured out.

There was a flash of reluctance in his eyes, and then he turned to look at Wu Zhong and replied.

"OK OK."

After saying that, he was reluctant to waste anything and licked the remaining leftovers in the bowl clean.

Looking at Hei Lao's series of actions, Wu Zhong couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, and said through gritted teeth.

"Well then come and try mine."

This is my protector, why are you coming here?

Next, under Wu Zhong's murderous gaze, the disciples had no choice but to come to his stove and taste Wu Zhong's cooking.

Of course, the main reason is that Ye Changqing is no longer here.

Ordinary disciples don't even have to think about it, they can't grab anything. Look at the elders, most of them didn't get anything to eat, so how can these disciples stand a chance?

Fighting for food with the elders is just courting death.

So, everyone simply came to Wuzhong.

After just a taste of Wu Zhong's food, many disciples unconsciously flashed a strange look on their faces.

The taste is not bad, it is definitely delicious, but it always feels like something is missing.

Especially compared with the food Ye Changqing just cooked, it simply didn’t arouse much interest.

Therefore, many disciples just took a few bites symbolically and then put down their bowls and chopsticks.

When Wu Zhong saw this, he asked with a sullen face.

"How about it?"

"Brother's cooking skills are still as perfect as ever."

"Brother, your cooking skills are far beyond the reach of me."

"It's delicious, rare in the world."

"Brother, your cooking skills have improved again. Congratulations to you, brother."

In response to Wu Zhong's question, all the disciples praised him generously.

However, in the face of so many praises, Wu Zhong's face did not show any joy at all, but looked increasingly uglier.

Because, these bastards say nicer things than the other, but their bodies are very honest.

Not only did everyone eat just half a bowl, but some even didn't even finish the half bowl. They took a small bite and then gave him a thumbs up.

Every bite is delicious.

Why don’t you finish this delicious food? There’s no point in leaving any leftovers.

Facing the praise from so many junior fellow students, Wu Zhong's expression became uglier and uglier, and he was on the verge of exploding.

Look at the man with the surname Ye. He had three full buckets of food, and he ate them all up. Many elders even fought over the food and were really angry.

On the other hand, the three large buckets of food on my side were a little less, not even half as much.

Seeing that Wu Zhong's face was becoming increasingly ugly, some smart disciples had already bowed and left with some excuses.

Wu Zhong is clearly on the verge of an explosion, and if he stays here he might be affected.

In an instant, most of the disciples who had gathered around Wu Zhong due to his power were gone.

Moreover, more disciples were preparing to say goodbye and leave.

Only the disciples of the Wuzhong faction remained where they were with complicated expressions, not knowing whether to leave or stay.

It’s not appropriate to leave. I’m staying and seeing Wu Zhong like this. He looks like he’s going to eat me.

Wu Zhong naturally saw everything and cursed in anger.

"They are all a bunch of heartless bastards, bah."

He cursed in his heart, snorted coldly, and turned around and left without caring about the disciples who were still there.

Seeing Wu Zhong turn around and leave without saying a word, the remaining disciples were a little suspicious for a moment.

"Young City Lord, what happened?"

"The winner hasn't been decided yet."

"What are you still commenting on now? Come on, follow them."

"oh oh."

Wu Zhong left without even waiting for the winner to be announced. Seeing this, the disciples, who were already feeling embarrassed, naturally followed him and left this place of trouble.

On the other side, Ye Changqing naturally noticed Wu Zhong's departure, but he had no intention of stopping him.

Seeing Wu Zhong leave, Ye Changqing also said to Bai Yuan and Huang Lao who were standing beside him.

"My dear seniors, I will go back too."

"Hmm??? That kid left? Do you want me to teach him a lesson so he will remember it?"

Hearing this, Mr. Huang glanced at the other empty stove and said casually.