Killing God Returns as a Nanny

Chapter 836 In order to pretend to be aggressive in front of my sister-in-law, I really don't want any face!
A group of people entered the venue of the God of Cooking Competition, which was located in the luxurious auditorium on the top floor of the Victoria Hotel.

Under the fiery eyes of thousands of people, Li Zihan personally arranged for Elizabeth and Kevin to sit in the middle.

Kevin immediately gave up his seat to Ye Yun, Murong Yan and Murong Ranran leaned against Ye Yun in turn, then Su Li, and finally Kevin sat down.

On the other side, Li Zihan, Zhao Wenyang, Zhou Huiyu, Hong Dasheng and others were next to Elizabeth's right hand.

This row of people is the highest status among all the guests attending the God of Cooking Competition.

Li Zihan turned his body sideways, looked at Elizabeth and Ye Yun, and said:

"This competition can be called the largest scale in the history of Hong Kong Island, or even the whole of China."

"The contestants this time, apart from the disciples of Master Hong whom we met just now, there are also many strange people and strange things from the Chinese gourmet world. All of them have achieved extremely brilliant achievements in their respective fields."

"It can be said that this year's God of Cooking competition is full of heroes and stars, and the final winner is the well-deserved God of Cooking!"

Elizabeth nodded and said with a smile:

"Then I'll wait and see."

Hong Dasheng said confidently at the side:
"Although there are many masters, but with the strength of my apprentice, it is easy to defeat them!"

Kevin said to Ye Yun with a compliment:

"Mr. Ye, since this competition is so lively, why don't you go up and show off, let's open our eyes again!"

Ye Yun shook his head and smiled:

"I'm not interested in this kind of competition for fame and fortune."

Kevin nodded knowingly, and Elizabeth also showed some appreciation.

Hong Dasheng, on the other hand, said with a disdainful smile:

"Is it because you are not interested, or because you have no confidence?"

Ye Yun glanced at him lightly, noncommittal.

Seeing that Ye Yun didn't answer his words, Hong Dasheng couldn't help frowning, but there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

This little boy doesn't even dare to answer my words, he's clearly guilty!
Forget it, I don't even have the courage to challenge on stage, I'm a majestic Chinese chef, do I still have to worry about him stealing my limelight in front of the queen?

Ding ding ding.

At this moment, a crisp bell sounded in the arena, signaling everyone to quiet down.

Afterwards, a greasy-faced host walked to the center of the stage and loudly announced the official start of the competition.

Before going on stage, Xu Junhang respectfully bowed to Hong Dasheng, saying:
"Master, this disciple will fulfill his mission and win the title of God of Cooking!"

Hong Dasheng nodded and said:

"Go, I believe in you as a teacher, and I will be able to succeed in no time!"

Xu Junhang nodded, then proudly entered the arena with his hands behind his back.

At this time, the other contestants were already busy in their respective competition areas.

Some of them are cutting vegetables with extremely skilled techniques and amazing knife skills.

Some have risen from the pan, bursting with amazing aromas.

Xu Junhang glanced at everyone calmly, with a confident smile on the corner of his mouth:

"Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the spring river plumbing duck prophet. Artemisia argyi is all over the ground and the reed buds are short, just when the puffer fish is about to go."

"Today, I will bring you a blindly eight-treasure puffer fish, so that the referees will know who is worthy of the word "God of Cooking!"

After the words fell, he flicked his right hand lightly.

Whoohoo!
The pufferfish, bamboo shoots and other ingredients that were originally placed on the table all flew into the air along with his hand.

Then, with a knife in his right hand, he split several lights and shadows in the air, cutting all the ingredients into slices.

"Eight Treasure Puffer Fish, Eight Treasures, All in My Hands!"

"Into the pot!"

With a flick of his right hand again, those chaotic ingredients lined up in an instant and fell into the pot from the air.

Xu Junhang then added several seasonings, and after covering the pot, he proudly glanced at the crowd with his hands behind his back and said:
"If you want to cook the most delicious eight-treasure puffer fish, you must use [-]% of the fire and cook for eight minutes and eight seconds!"

"One more second is not enough, one second less is not enough!"

Seeing his superb hand knife, such precise skills, all the judges present were amazed.

Even Elizabeth couldn't help applauding and said:
"What an amazing young man. I have never seen someone who can use his hand as a kitchen knife and cut out such thick and even ingredients with such precision."

"Great, really great!"

Hong Dasheng couldn't help stroking his beard and smiling when he heard the words, and said proudly:
"In this move just now, he only used sixty percent of his strength at most. If he used it with all his strength, the players present would have given up their arms and surrendered long ago!"

Hearing what he said, Yaya couldn't help poking Ye Yun with her little hand and said:

"Papa, I haven't seen you chop vegetables by hand, can you cut vegetables for me when you get home?"

The little girl knows that her papa is the number one lover in the universe, so of course she believes in him, and she also knows this technique.

Therefore, the tone is quite expectant.

Ye Yun smiled dotingly and said:
"Okay, Papa can not only cut vegetables with bare hands, but also cook vegetables with hands. When the time comes, I will show you whatever you see!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Yaya clapped her hands with joy and cheered.

Murong Ranran also said excitedly:
"Brother-in-law, you are so good, why don't you go to the competition!"

"If you get God of Cooking, then Yaya will definitely be happier!"

Ye Yun shook his head and smiled:

"I used to be the mentor of God of Cooking, how could I lower my status and participate in this competition?"

He thought again of the scene when Yi Yin was awakened by his own words in the Promise God Realm.

Yi Yin, as the true god of the kitchen, even wants to worship himself as his teacher.

How could I compete with this group of mortals for the title of God of Cooking?

But after hearing this, she immediately nodded with her big eyes blinking. Anyway, I believe what my brother-in-law says!

On the other hand, Hong Dasheng laughed hoarsely, with an extremely disdainful expression.

This little boy is truly ignorant and fearless!
Like me, Hong, but I got a big chance by chance and met the chef in my dream.

He even boasted that he was the mentor of God of Cooking. Isn't this a big joke in the world?
In order to pretend to be aggressive in front of my sister-in-law, I really don't want any face!
Whoa!
In the midst of talking and laughing, there was a commotion in the arena.

Everyone followed the sound and saw that it was Xu Junhang who opened the pot at this time, and the incomparably rich aroma immediately permeated the audience, causing everyone to exclaim in surprise.

"Sweet! It's so fragrant!"

"With this fragrance alone, no one can match it today!"

The judges who were in charge of judging were also big names from the Chinese gourmet industry, and they couldn't help admiring.

When the staff served a bowl of Xu Junhang's eight-treasure puffer fish to the referees, the referees all devoured it.

It took less than a minute to eat a bowl of soup, and at the same time announced loudly:

"This eight-treasure puffer fish is really delicious! We announce that this year's Master of Cooking is..."

"and many more!"

At this moment, a loud voice suddenly interrupted the referee.

I saw a tall and handsome white man with silver-white hair walking to the middle of the arena and saying:
"Such a bowl of rubbish soup is actually regarded as a treasure by you. It seems that Chinese food is nothing more than that!"

He glanced at Xu Junhang contemptuously, and said:

"Although I am Italian, I can make fugu soup with my eyes closed, which is more delicious than his."

"This year's God of Cooking, I'm sure!"

(End of this chapter)