"Is it useful to carve it on the door...?" Bu Fang glanced at the chef.

The chef was speechless... What's the point!

"Okay, don't talk, lead the way." Bu Fang sighed and said.

The chef wanted to cry, but he really wanted to cry, "It's already here, you guy!"

Bu Fangyun calmly said lightly, pushed open the door and walked in.

"Hey... you kid are you in here?" The chef was stunned, and then his face changed and he quickly spoke to stop him.

However, it was too late, Bu Fang had already pushed the door open and went in.

This kid is really in a hurry?!

Bu Fang pushed open the door and stepped into the room, a faint fragrance came to his nose.

The smell made him squint slightly.

The next moment I opened it, and everything in front of me became clearer.

Everything in front of you became clear, and many things could be seen clearly.

Countless eyes fell on Bu Fang, and many people were in various shapes.

Some people are holding two kitchen knives and are colliding with each other, some are holding a spirit beast in their hands and playing with it, while others are holding a black pot on their heads, constantly controlling the balance.

Bu Fang pushed the door and stunned the group of people, and his eyes were cast.

"Ahhaha... Dear seniors, I'm sorry, we are here to participate in this selection competition, please take care of you."

The chef rushed in and bowed and apologized to the chefs with awkward face, his face full of cramps.

"Bah... You, a third-class chef, dare to come to the trial competition? Who gives you the courage?"

A man with a scar on his face spat disdainfully, glanced at the chef with a squinted look, and sneered.

"I...I'm called Jun Qingxiao, please give me advice!"

Jun Qing laughed, the chef who led Bu Fang, at this moment his face was cramped, his face turned red, and he said with a sudden bow.

"Hey... I really want to laugh." A big man covered in muscles stood up slowly, playing with a snake-like spirit beast spitting out cold air in his hand, his head was bright, as if it would reflect light.

"A third-class chef, a chef who is not even a third-class chef... are you here to make fun of it?"

"Is it really a place to play the selection competition?"

"For such an uneducated little chef, I really want to fight with their chefs so that they can know that the chef is not that easy to be a chef."

...

After the big man's words fell, everyone in the room suddenly burst into laughter.

Some people even laughed and tears were about to shed.

Jun Qing smiled and felt the sarcastic smiles of everyone, and a little embarrassed appeared on his face, and a little angry in the embarrassment.

"I...I believe I can do it! Master said I can do it!" Jun Qing clenched his fists and secretly cheered himself up.

Bu Fang glanced at him sideways and pulled the corner of his mouth.

Then his eyes turned to the various chefs. He stretched out his hand and patted Jun Qingxiao gently on the shoulder. The next moment, he took a step.

"Hey... the trials have not started yet? I'm in a hurry."

puff……

Jun Qingxiao, who was originally patted by Bu Fang on the shoulder and felt encouragement, heard Bu Fang's words, almost vomited an old blood.

Brother...Brother... Are you really in a hurry?!
Chapter completed!