Er … "Robert looked embarrassed, and quickly waved his hands." I am the president of the Food Association now. I'm afraid I won't be able to follow you anytime soon. "
"It's alright. I will keep the wok for you. You can look for me anytime when you have thought it through." Harris waved his hands as if he wasn't surprised. He reached out to pat the black wok on Chapman's back, and smilingly said, "Carrying this black wok means you are part of the Black Wok Gang … Ah pui, the Wandering Chef Gang."
"This is the last time." Geoffrey looked at Harris. Although he still had a straight face, his expression was much more relaxed than usual.
"How can you say that? I think you can still live for a few more years," Harris said seriously as he scrutinized Geoffrey.
Geoffrey raised his eyebrows slightly, but there was a hint of a smile in his eyes. He pointed at Harris, and said, "I want to eat dried grilled fish today. If I can't eat it, I will smash your wok."
"Your request is a little too much. I will try my best to satisfy you," Harris said a little cowardly.
"Harris, you said you brought books for the children. Where are they?" Novan asked Harris with a smile.
"They are all in the car. I bought them on the way here. There are so many that I am about to sleep against the ceiling. Hurry up and move them away," Harris said gloomily.
"Alright. I will move them away later," Novan said with a smile.
Harris leaned closer to Novan, and softly said, "Don't take the wrong books that I put under my pillow."
"Oh, you." Novan looked at him with disdain, but still nodded without batting an eyelid.
"Prepare the seats for the judges." Meg turned around to inform Yabemiya. The restaurant door opened, and five tables and chairs were quickly arranged in a row in front of the restaurant.
Harris turned around to look at Meg, and smilingly asked, "Young friend, I took the liberty to invite these people. What do you think?"
Scheer looked at Mag with interest and a hint of mockery in her eyes.
"I have no objections. It's an honor to be able to invite the judges. Please take a seat." Meg had a smile on his face, but he was cursing in his heart.
You've f * cking invited almost all of the most impressive big shots in Chaos City. What else can I say?
Where am I going to find such a big shot?
Harris heaved a sigh of relief, and said, "That's good. I was worried that you would find it too unimpressive."
Meg: "…"
"The reputation of the Invincible God of Cooking is not just for show." The same thought appeared in everyone's minds at the same time. After all, anyone who could be so familiar with these people in Chaos City definitely wasn't an ordinary person.
The judges took their seats one after another. The atmosphere of the venue had already been ignited by the big shot judges.
The scene of these five in the same frame was extremely rare.
"Mr. Mak, I'm looking forward to your performance today," Mr. Hill said with a smile as he walked past Meg.
"Thank you." Meg nodded slightly.
"Mr. Mak, you will be Chaos City's hero if you beat him," Michael also reminded him with anticipation as he walked past.
"Go for it, Mr. Mak." Robert clenched his fists, and encouraged him.
Geoffrey glanced at Meg thoughtfully, and walked over without saying anything.
"Mr. Meg, you have to make Chaos City proud," Novan said with a smile.
Meg was already feeling a little pressured. Although he wasn't sure how good Harris' culinary skills were, he could tell from Michael and the rest's performance that Harris' culinary skills weren't just for bragging.
Of course, the source of his pressure wasn't other people's expectations. It was that if he lost, he would have to carry that ugly black pot and wander around with them. He would even have to call that greasy uncle his master.
Tsk, how miserable.
The judges took their seats, and Harris also came to the center of the venue. He took out a bamboo tube from somewhere, and there were dozens of bamboo sticks with words written on them. He waved at Meg, and said, "Young friend, why don't we decide the format of the duel by drawing lots?"
The more Meg looked at Harris, the more he felt like a quack. Which chef would carry a bamboo tube around with him? Even the format of the duel was decided by drawing lots?
"The rumors are true. Master Harris really carries a bamboo tube around with him." Vanessa looked at the bamboo tube in Harris' hand in surprise. "I heard that he even uses this to check the fate of others."
"Is it accurate?" Abraham asked.
"I heard it's quite accurate. You just have to listen to it the other way around. I heard that he previously helped a lady predict her marriage, and said that she wouldn't be fated to be in love in this lifetime. In the end, she met someone the next day, and married the Mr. Right."
"Then, I think I know why all his disciples have to carry the black pot." Abraham understood.
"How are we going to draw lots?" Meg walked down the stairs, and came to Harris. He glanced at the various bamboo sticks in his bamboo tube. They were all labeled with numbers and engraved with words such as: knife skills, soup, frying … It wasn't just limited to the dishes. It included almost all the skills that a chef needed to master.
"My bamboo tube contains everything about culinary skills. For the sake of fairness, if there's anything that you're not good at, I can remove them first. Then, each of us will draw lots as the topic of the duel. Then, the judges will draw lots, and it will also be the topic of the duel.
There are three rounds, and whoever wins two rounds will be the winner of this duel, "Harris said with a smile.
Meg was deep in thought. The choice of the topic of the duel was very creative. He reached out to take Harris' bamboo tube, and picked out dozens of strange items, such as: a big iron pot on the head, a chopping board on the chest, and so on. He nodded, and said, "Let's start from here."
"You're only taking away these?" Harris looked at the 10-odd bamboo skewers in Mag's hand with astonishment. Some of the chefs that he had met previously even left three bamboo skewers in the bamboo tube, but Mag only took away 10-odd bamboo skewers, which really surprised him.
"The rest are the basic skills and conventional dishes of a chef. Shouldn't they be kept?" Meg asked in return.
"Young friend, you're indeed very interesting. Then, I'll start first." Harris held the bamboo tube with both hands, and started to draw the bamboo sticks in the demon emperor's hand with a sincere expression.
The audience's eyes were also fixed on the bamboo tube in his hand. It was their first time seeing such a novel duel method.
Plop!
A bamboo stick fell out of the bamboo tube, and landed on the ground with a loud thud.
"It's here." Harris bent down to pick up the bamboo stick. After taking a look, he raised it high above his head, and said, "The first topic, knife skills!"
"Knife skills." Meg was deep in thought. After being trained in the test field for the God of Cookery for so long, he was still rather confident in his knife skills. He reached out to take the bamboo tube, and casually shook it a few times. A bamboo stick fell out, and he caught it in midair. He flipped the bamboo stick over to take a look, and raised it above his head as well. "Cold dish."
Heh, looks like the husband and wife lung slice is going to be useful.
"Then, the second topic is the cold dish." Harris took the bamboo tube, and walked toward the judges' table. He placed the bamboo tube in front of The Hill, and smilingly said, "You shall decide for the third topic."
"Alright." The Hill directly picked up the bamboo tube, and shook it a few times. A bamboo stick flew out, and landed on the table.
The Hill picked up the bamboo stick, and took a look. He loudly said, "Soup!"
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