All night long, Su Zifang was thinking about what to cook and what ingredients to choose. He didn't even know when to fall asleep.

If Mu Fei hadn't knocked on the door early in the morning, I might have missed even breakfast time.

Probably knowing that Su Zifang would definitely miss breakfast, Mu Fei even packed a portion of steamed buns and soy milk, which were still warm when they were served to Su Zi.

"Where did it come from?"

"I brought it from the breakfast room. If Brother Han hadn't said hello, I really wouldn't have been able to pack it up and bring it to you."

"Thank you." Su Zifang grabbed a bun and stuffed it into his mouth, got dressed and walked out with Mu Fei.

The main venue was not far away, and within a few minutes of leaving, the two of them saw Han Li standing at the door arranging sign-in arrangements. Next to the sign-in desk, Xue Xinjian, dressed in black, was chatting with He Zhuang and Ao Zuo, whom they had met yesterday.

"Boss Su, you came at the right time." Xue Xinjian saw Su Zifang raising his hand in greeting from a distance.

"Haha, I got up late." Su Zifang didn't feel any embarrassment and even yawned.

"Okay, don't be impatient. Let me introduce these two to you." Xue Xinjian rolled his eyes. Seeing that there were people present, he did not harm Su Zifang, and introduced seriously: "This is the person I just introduced.

Su Zifang, the heir to the Su family cuisine that I told you about, currently has a store in Jinling, and the business is very good."

"Hello." Su Zifang nodded.

Although he already knew the names of the two people opposite him yesterday under Xue Xinjian's guidance, this was their first official meeting and Xue Xinjian hadn't introduced them yet, so he could only say hello in general terms.

"What do you mean, this is a chef from the Jianghuai family. This is Ao Zuo, a chef from the Aozao restaurant."

"Hello." The two nodded politely, with no intention of further communication.

They usually come into contact with famous Huaiyang cuisine chefs, not to mention all of them are exceptionally good chefs among the younger generation. Facing Su Zifang, who has no achievements and no experience of strength, naturally he has no plan to speak next.

In fact, if it wasn't for Xue Xinjian's sake, the two of them probably wouldn't even say hello when they met Su Zifang alone on the road.

In their opinion, Su Zifang probably gained Xue Xinjian's admiration for his good looks, so they planned to help Su Zifang make some connections at this event.

But they sneered at this kind of behavior, after all, so what if you are handsome? Chefs never rely on their appearance to make a living.

Su Zifang didn't know that he had become synonymous with vases inexplicably, and he smiled hard with his eight teeth exposed.

Xue Xinjian saw the attitudes of the two people and guessed what they meant. He shook his head slightly and without further explanation, he continued to point at Mu Fei and introduced: "Mu Fei, the descendant of Prince Mu's Mansion in Dian City."

"Little brother Mu, are you still in school?" He Zhuo glanced at Mu Fei and said in surprise.

"I don't know how to cook anymore. Now I'm learning to cook from my grandpa."

"It's a pity. It would be good to study more now." He said with a click of his tongue, and then suddenly smiled: "I have been to your hotel and had a meal. The cross-bridge rice noodles, insect feast and sour soup with mushrooms are very delicious.

good."

"Thank you. Grandpa's craftsmanship has always been very good. I hope I can be as good as him one day." Mu Fei said.

"Come on and practice, I also want to surpass my dad one day." He Zuo said encouragingly, giving him an "I understand you" look.

Compared to Mu Fei, Ao Zuo looked at Mu Fei with a less polite look: "I know your family is good at making rice noodles, why don't you find some time to compare? Let's see which one is better, rice noodles or Soviet-style noodles!"

Mu Fei:......

It has to be said that Ao Zuo, who has a big body, a round waist and a heavy back, looks very aggressive. Coupled with this stinky face as if someone owes him millions, when he says this, he looks like a big brother in society who wants to beat up a child.

"Okay, don't scare the kids." Xue Xinjian stopped Ao Zuo, and was worried that Su Zifang and Mu Fei would misunderstand him, so he helped explain: "He doesn't have any ill intentions, he just looks fierce and wants to be a top white guy.

The chef's hands are a little itchy when he sees the pastry cooks."

"But this isn't a pastry..." Mu Fei muttered.

Su Zifang finally couldn't hold back his laughter.

Seeing several people looking at him, Su Zifang immediately explained: "I remembered something fun, it's okay. By the way. The lottery is about to start, let's go in."

"Yeah." He Zhuang and Ao Zuo looked at the time, nodded to Xue Xinjian, and walked into the house.

Su Zifang was about to go in, but was pulled back by Xue Xinjian.

"Um?"

"Come on, don't be eliminated in the first round, otherwise my grandpa will be very embarrassed."

"No, the mountain man has his own clever plan!" Su Zifang deliberately let it go, leaving Xue Xinjian helplessly stamping his feet behind him.

"Brother Fang, have you decided what ingredients to choose?" Mu Fei asked curiously after hearing Su Zifang's words. He had a sad look on his face when he went out just now, but now he has thought about it?

"Think about it." Su Zifang confirmed.

"What?"

"Children only make choices, of course adults want everything." Su Zi confidently clenched his fists.

Mu Fei:......

Sure enough, people can be shameless and fearless. He even wanted to let Su Zi take all the ingredients by himself, and also added a line in a mean line: "Take your own ingredients so that others have no ingredients to use!"

"

Tsk...that's terrible.

Mu Fei subconsciously opened the distance between himself and Su Zifang, and prayed that he could draw a number that was ahead of Su Zifang's.

"What about you? What are you going to do?" Su Zifang has never seen Mu Fei's cooking skills seriously, nor does he know his level. However, he knows that Yunnan cuisine is a product of the fusion of ethnic minority food culture and Han nationality food culture.

There are several dishes similar to Huaiyang cuisine, but I don’t know which one Mu Fei would choose?

"Qianyun Leg, but I don't know if the ingredient includes Xuanwei ham. If not, I can only use Jinhua ham." Mu Fei didn't care to communicate with Su Zifang.

"Uh..." Su Zi showed an embarrassed look.

"What? It won't hit you!" Mu Fei's chest tightened.

You must know that even if Huaiyang is a ham-producing area, there are not many dishes that use ham in Huaiyang cuisine.

He has already chosen the simplest ingredients, just to avoid running out of ingredients in this damn competition format.

But once Su Zifang chooses the same ingredients as himself, this kind of thing may really happen.

"To be honest... what I prepared was fire tofu."

"What kind of dish is this?"

Mu Fei said that he didn’t study well, don’t lie to me. In order to compete, he was also a person who made up for the Huaiyang cuisine last night. Even the dish of Huaiyang Tofu did not appear in the 108 plates of Huaiyang cuisine. Su Zifang

Where did it come from?

"Actually, it's adapted from the Twenty-Four Bridges on a Moonlit Night. I have no choice. In order to advance and not expose my strength, I can only win once." Su Zifang looked at Mu Fei with a righteous look on his face: "If you wait, I'll be there.

In front of you, please don’t blame me for taking away all the ham.”
Chapter completed!