"Sister Mole..." Hao Xian was stunned for a moment, and then spoke embarrassedly.

But Sister Moe waved her hand:

"I don't need more false reputations anymore. This time I came to participate in the competition because of the invitation of a friend, and it was hard to refuse the affection.

"You are young and have such a high cooking skills. You have a legitimate reason to take a break early, but you have helped me a lot! In the future, in your youth, you need to work harder so that we old guys can relax."

Hao Xian didn't say anything anymore. How could a street food master who was still cooking in person in his seventies think about fishing and resting?

Not some online writers who have slow updates.

But he also understood that Sister Zhi's kindness is not suitable for rejection.

Hao Xian nodded and said, "Sister Moe, don't worry, I will definitely not disappoint you!"

"As long as you make a dish that you are satisfied with, no one will be disappointed." Sister Zhi said with a smile, turning around and walking off the stage.

The applause continued, and no one thought that he would see such a scene, but when this scene happened, everyone was relieved and even moved.

Although Sister Zhi and Hao Xian are completely different in cuisine, everyone feels that they have witnessed the inheritance of food and completed the handover between the older generation and the new generation.

The judges also applauded happily.

My sister abstained from the right means that they no longer have to make difficult choices between the two delicacies of dry fried Tom Yum and fish-skin shrimp dumplings. Not only can they fish, but they also become a glamorous background board in a good story.

Fat John seemed to feel that he needed to say a few scenes as a host:

"It's so touching. Your father will be proud of you if he can make your father's improved fish-skin shrimp dumplings on such a grand stage!"

Hao Xian nodded with a fake smile, without explaining anything, and slowly walked off the stage while waving to the audience.

The winning smile on his face was restrained.

In fact, these fish-skin shrimp dumplings are not the dishes his father wanted to improve.

Hao Xian’s father’s goal is to make a perfect fish dish based on the fish skin horns.

Fish-skin shrimp dumplings are just byproducts he got during his research.

But, just such a by-product is enough to gain the recognition of a Michelin master and take the initiative to abstain from giving the opportunity to yourself. If it was the dish that my father really wanted to make, how shocking the tongue and the taste buds would be?

Unfortunately, there is no if.

My father was unable to finish this dish after all.

Originally, Hao Xian never expected to achieve his father's unsuccessful goals by himself, but now he felt that he could imagine...

Behind him, the melodious violin sounded. Somehow, Hao Xian, who didn't understand music, slid two lines of tears on his cheek, and countless memories related to his father flashed one by one in the accompaniment of the music.

Hao Xian did not look back at Zhen Tian, ​​but just slowed down so that he could listen to the live performance for a while.

Afar, there was a man standing in the corridor leading to the contestant's lounge, with his back facing him.

When Hao Xian got closer, he found that it was not Sister Moe who had just returned, but the French "Son" Juno Ashit who should have left the market in the morning and died in the community.

Before Hao Xian could even curious about what the other party was doing here, Juno suddenly moved.

He rushed forward excitedly and grabbed the collar of the person.

"Why! Why!" Juno roared.

Hao Xian was very eager to eat melons, but he only took a look and saw who was pulling at the place Juno was pulling.

The bright striped overalls, the exaggerated explosive head, the funny makeup, and the blue nose, who else could it be if it weren't the Blue Road?

"Oh, kid, violence is bad!"

Lan Lanlu had a pitiful expression that was about to cry (?д?;?).

"Stop pretending! You know what I'm talking about!" Juno roared, the decibels getting higher and higher.

Hao Xian stood there, a little wondering if he should have dissuaded thousands of people. To be honest, Juno did lose in the morning, and Lanlanlu was also suspected of using the power of evil, but it was inappropriate to beat people in the food competition. This is not a food article...

Hao Xian shook his head. Tsk, why are you influenced by Hao Xin's girl? I think about it all.

He turned around and walked back quickly, ready to call the security guard.

After all, he doesn't have any magical artifacts like the Seven-Star Sword that can easily stop the sword.

However, Juno's next sentence made Hao Xian's steps pause.

"Why! Why do you give up the long-standing and wonderful French cuisine and come to this nouveau riche country, dress up like this, and be a shitty burger clown!" Juno's voice was heartbreaking, and it was painful from the bottom of his heart.

Hao Xian keenly noticed that there was a melon to eat!

He originally thought that Juno came to find trouble for Lanlan Road because of his embarrassing defeat in the morning, but now it seems that there is something else?

And Juno seems to know the real but identity behind the "mask" of the Blue Road clown!

This is big news.

"What are you talking about? They are just a clown who likes to make hamburgers for children! Blue Road! Blue..."

"Stop kidding!" Juno's voice seemed to shock the entire corridor. "My sister watched the video of the morning competition. She saw your sword technique. Sister would not admit her mistake! Why! Why do you give up French cuisine! We all became chefs because of admiration. Why do we betray our expectations!"

Hao Xian's steps gradually changed from slowing down to regressing.

The melon was getting more and more fragrant, and he didn't want to call the security guard anymore.

"Blue Lan Road~ I really don't know what you are talking about. I'm going to have a competition soon. If you want to have a hamburger, you can come to me after the competition is over~"

Lanlanlu pulled Juno's hands away from his collar, bowed funnyly and planned to leave.

Juno did not take action again this time, and his voice was no longer intense, but cried in pain with great sorrow and anger:

"I don't understand, I don't understand why you gave up French cuisine. Your cuisine is like a work of art, intoxicating countless people, and putting on carefully selected precious red wine..."

It's time to say it, it's time to go!

The blue road was like a blue hurricane, rushing towards Juno, and pressing him hard against the wall with a thud!

Hao Xian and Juno both looked at Lan Lanlu in shock, not understanding why he suddenly made such a move regardless of his personality.

Lanlanlu opened his lips, smearing blood-red, and the sound made was like a whisper of hell:

"Shut up... don't say anything more... French cuisine... You made me want to vomit after hearing it... I will never be able to cook French cuisine in my life, you will just give up your heart."

After Lan Lanlu finished speaking, letting go of Juno, and his terrifying expression suddenly changed.

"Blue Road~"

He grinned and turned toward the stage.
Chapter completed!