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The culinary competition is coming to an end, and the final contest of masters will be between Yang Bojun under Nangong Ling and Feng Yuangang under Nangong Lie.

The major media broadcasted the match live, and because it was the last match, the major selections were relatively more cautious.

Yang Bojun led a few of his subordinates to prepare the utensils for today's competition in the spacious and bright kitchen. Because the ingredients were drawn by the organizing committee, this competition was much more difficult than the previous ones. Looking at the distributed ingredients, his subordinates They all started to encounter difficulties. Some of the well-designed dishes were put on the plate but not enough for the judges. The remaining ingredients made a perfect dish, but there were few ingredients.

Here Feng Yuangang chose his specialty ingredients. Although he encountered some difficulties, it was much better than Yang Bojun's, and he was much more comfortable handling these things.

Time passed minute by minute, outside the 100 judges sat in the banquet, and in the other room were the mysterious guests who appeared this time. This has never been announced before the competition. The power held by these [-] people is relatively speaking. Much bigger.

Nangong Ling sat quietly in the auditorium. This time, he had done enough work, but some unexpected regulations disrupted his advance arrangements, but this did not affect Yang Bojun's performance. He held the mobile phone in his hand and turned it from time to time with.

Nangong Lie was also sitting in the auditorium on the other side. Feng Yuangang's skills were good, but he was not good enough to deal with Yang Bojun. He thought that Yang Bojun would refuse Nangong Ling not to participate in the competition, but he still appeared in the end Yes, this made Nangong Lie spend a lot of thought.

The staff in the organizing committee couldn't take care of it directly, so they could only focus on the judges, and he also made some manipulations about the distribution of the ingredients. Thinking of the upcoming results, his face still showed a little excitement, Yang Bojun didn't have enough ingredients, even if he made it out, the taste would not be stronger than Feng Yuan's, and there would be no troubles for the remaining one hundred guests.

When the bell rang, the host announced that it was time to serve, and the two chefs in the back kitchen stopped their movements.

The service staff brought up the prepared dishes one by one in order and gave detailed introductions. The first dish is Longjing shrimp, which is rich in collagen, amino acids, calcium, phosphorus, etc., delicious and nutritious, and green tea It is rich in multivitamins, softens blood vessels, lowers cholesterol, etc. It is a healthy food.

The judges picked up the silver chopsticks on the table and began to taste, then picked up a glass of water next to them and rinsed their mouths, then picked up the score board on the table to write their answers.

The second dish is the traditional Dongpo pork. The main ingredients are fresh pork ribs and dried vegetables. The technique is skillful, the heat is in place, and the taste is delicious but not greasy.

After scoring, the third and fourth dishes were served, double-flavored blue crab, West Lake vinegar fish, and finally an after-dinner snack.

After the judges tasted all the dishes, the most exciting moment came. No matter what their mentality was for this competition, at this time, they still wanted to know the final result.

Wen Weichen, the biggest sponsor, was sitting at the small dining table upstairs, quietly watching the game in the hall downstairs. Jiang Xiyan beside him was sweating from nervous palms. This was the most critical moment. Wen Weichen and She still remembered what she said, and she didn't know what answers the last hundred guests would give.

Holding her big hand in Jiang Xiyan's small hand, Wen Weichen gave her a kind of strength, but she could only smile back at him: "Will Uncle Yang win? I'm really nervous."

Wen Weichen nodded, Yang Bojun is indeed a master in the culinary world, and Feng Yuangang has incorporated many Western techniques in making dishes. If he single-order dishes, he may attract the attention of young people today, but the real dishes are made In fact, what is needed is the most traditional method, and Yang Bojun's dishes are the most natural expression: "If you remove the word 'ma' for me, Master will definitely win, don't worry."

Jiang Xiyan smiled. She was too worried. Seeing Wen Weichen with a relaxed face, she also relaxed and stopped paying attention to the game situation: "By the way, after the game is over, what is Master's plan? Will it be true? To Nangong Ling's hotel?"

"No, after the competition, Master will go abroad to temporarily avoid the limelight, and come back after everything calms down. This competition is not for anyone, but to restore peace to the culinary world." Wen Weichen was not serious when picking up girls, In terms of work, he can definitely be compared with Nangong Ling.

The voice of the host downstairs sounded, and the competition was really coming to an end. Among the [-] judges, [-] voted for Feng Yuangang. Without those [-] guests, this result was the last thing Nangong Ling and Wen Weichen would want to accept. Yes, but in the competition, no matter how many tricks are done behind the scenes, the result will always be somewhat unexpected.

The most tense moment came. Under the supervision of the organizing committee, the votes of the remaining 86 guests had their answers. Yang Bojun: 14 votes, Feng Yuangang: [-] votes. There was a huge gap, which made the scene also start to be uneasy. It is quite now.

The final champion of the competition belonged to Yang Bojun, and the score between the judges and the guests was 1:2, but the gap made Yang Bojun surpass Feng Yuangang.

Jiang Xiyan hugged Wen Weichen excitedly, this result made her excited: "Great, Uncle Yang won, Uncle Yang won..."

Wen Weichen looked at the person in his arms. Recently, because of the opposition of Wen's parents, she has been missing herself, but now she just saw other people's success, so she was so excited: "Yes, Master is doing well this time."

The scene of the two embracing each other was clearly seen by Nangong Ling downstairs. He had already expected this result, and thanks to the hundred mysterious guests invited by the organizing committee, he was able to stand up.

His heart ached, and before he could retract his gaze, Nangong Lie's voice sounded behind him: "Nangongling, I lost this match, but the world in Dongcheng City still belongs to the Zheng family, you should stop now .”

Nangong Ling withdrew the pain of loss, turned around and looked at the father, people said "a tiger's poison does not eat its son", but the man in front of him, for his own career and future, ruined his first love and his eldest son: "Yes Is it? I want to see how long the Zheng family can stay? Mr. Nangong Lie, you should go back and check your financial income now, instead of coming and clamoring with me. "

Nangong Lie raised his hand, stretched out a finger, and pointed at Nangong Ling, his eyes were full of anger. This son who was also related to him but had no family relationship made him hate: "You..."

Nangong Ling stretched out his hand to hold Nangong Lie's finger down, with a cold light in his eyes: "I still have something to do, so I won't play with you. The world in Dongcheng will be in my hands sooner or later, so don't point your finger at it again." I, I can't resist cutting it off."