Hunter X Hunter: I Want To Be A Foodie

It took a long time for the staff of Basana Hotel to come to their senses.

Someone called a group of hotel guards and planned to kick Yang Feng out.

However, as soon as those guards approached Yang Feng, they were kicked away by Yang Feng.

Even if he doesn't activate his thoughts, Yang Feng's current combat effectiveness is astonishingly strong.

Not to mention these few guards, even if dozens more came, he would still kick them.

And after easily kicking away seven or eight men in black suits.

Yang Feng's cold eyes swept over the other hotel staff present:

"Do you think what I said fell on deaf ears? Get your chef out of here immediately, do you hear me?!"

“If we don’t come out, believe it or not, I will demolish this hotel directly.

After saying this, Yang Feng raised his foot and stamped on the ground, and the ground suddenly collapsed into a hole.

Everyone's expressions changed when they saw this scene, knowing that Yang Feng was frightened by his strength.

"We're in trouble now, hurry up... hurry up and ask the manager and chef to come out."

In the crowd, a hotel staff member said to a waiter man in a panic.

After hearing this, the male waiter did not dare to hesitate and ran to the third floor of the hotel.

Yang Feng noticed this situation and immediately found a chair to sit down and wait.

As for the stares from those around him? He's thick-skinned, so he won't care.

"Who is this kid... How dare he come here and cause trouble..."

"Looking at his skills as a chef, why would he challenge the chef here?"

"You dare to cause trouble even in a six-star hotel. What a brave kid..."

"Don't he know that all the six-star hotels in Bartokia are related to the gangster family..."

"Yes, I heard that several gang leaders 400 have deals with Basana Hotel.

The guests in the hotel were whispering or talking about it.

Yang Feng relied on his super hearing to hear clearly what these people said.

A gangster family? It sounds interesting, but Yang Feng is still not afraid.

Anyway, he didn't directly provoke those large gang families.

Expect these six-star hotels in the Republic of Patokia.

It’s unlikely that he has anything to do with the world’s top gangsters, right?

Moreover, most gangs only rely on arms and numbers.

As long as the Nen troops are not dispatched, such as the Ten Old Man's Yin Beast troops.

So what does Yang Feng have to be afraid of? It's basically no problem to kill one by one.

"Here come the manager and chef...

Suddenly, the waiter man who had just ran upstairs ran back and shouted as he ran.

Immediately, the crowd gave way and saw a middle-aged man in a black suit.

And a fat middle-aged man with a beard and a chef's uniform walked towards him.

"It's you, right? You alone dare to come to us and cause trouble?"

The middle-aged man in a black suit had a cigar in his mouth and a very aggressive attitude.

Yang Feng hated this kind of person the most, so he kicked him up ten meters away.

There was a bang.

The middle-aged man in a black suit crashed into a dining table and fell to the ground.

The people present were once again shocked by Yang Feng's actions, not expecting him to do this at all.

Kick someone without saying a word (bcbh)? This guy has a bad temper.

"Okay, my time is very precious, so let's get straight to the point...

Yang Feng looked at the middle-aged fat man and said, "Fat man, you are the chef here, right?"

"I'm here to show off today. I want to challenge you with my cooking skills."

"We will compete in cooking. If you lose, you will give me all the top ingredients in the hotel."

"How about it? Do you dare to accept this challenge on behalf of Bana Hotel?"

The middle-aged fat man had a pair of small mung bean eyes. Hearing this, he couldn't help but stroke his beard.

"Brother, please forgive me for telling the truth. I am the 83rd ranked chef in the world. Not everyone can challenge me."

"Besides, if I lose, I have to use ingredients as a bet to compensate. What about you? What can you use to compensate?"

"Okay, Fatty, you are so tough, you are indeed a great chef."

"But, you ask me, what should I pay for compensation? Ha, this thing should be fine! ...

As he spoke, Yang Feng took out his Hunter's license and slapped it on the table.

"Hunter's license?" The guests and staff present looked surprised.

The middle-aged fat man also stared at him and said in surprise: "You are actually a Hunter?!"

"That's right." Yang Feng grinned: "So, I use my Hunter identity and Hunter license to bet with you."

"This is fair and just. I think you can compete with me, right?"

The middle-aged fat man hesitated for a while, Hunter was indeed qualified to compare with him.

But, what's the point of asking him to compete in cooking skills with a Hunter who comes to show off?

"Compare with him!!" Suddenly, a low shout came from not far away.

Everyone looked intently.

The person speaking was the middle-aged man in black suit who was kicked away by Yang Feng earlier.

At this time, he was in a state of embarrassment. He was helped by several waiters and men to stand firm.

"Mr. Manager..." The middle-aged fat man was a little surprised: "You also want me to compete with him?"

"Stop talking nonsense. If I ask you to compete, just compete. You must make this hateful boy lose to the point where he has no face to see others."

The middle-aged man in black suit, the manager of the hotel, said fiercely:

"Also, the boss has always wanted to get a Hunter license [this time is the opportunity]."

"As long as you win his Hunter license, the boss will definitely reward you."

Hearing this, the middle-aged fat man's small mung bean eyes widened a bit, and he thought about it while stroking his beard.

After a while, he made up his mind and said: "Okay, I can agree to your challenge."

"But we have to decide the main ingredients of the dish, and the referee will be left to the guests present.

"No problem." Yang Feng grinned: "I agree to both requirements."

After hearing the words, the middle-aged fat man also asked the hotel staff to clear an open space.

Then, he asked the waiters to bring in the cooking table and a lot of kitchen utensils.

After all preparations were made, the middle-aged fat man stood up and looked at Yang Feng: "The main ingredient of the competition is chicken. No matter how it is done, the time limit is one hour."

Yang Feng nodded and picked a few chickens from the ingredients provided by the restaurant.

Then, I picked out the seasonings, ingredients, etc. I wanted to use.

Seeing Yang Feng take action, the middle-aged fat man also quickly took action.

In order to show off his superb cooking skills as the 83rd chef in the world.

The fat man acted quickly and neatly, and in just a few minutes, he had processed all the ingredients.

However, compared to his coolness, Yang Feng's side is more eye-catching.

Because after Yang Feng finished processing the ingredients, he went out and opened a large bucket of Mud King and came back.

Following this, some whole chickens wrapped in some kind of leaves were even buried in the soil and burned.

"What the hell are you doing? If you bury a chicken in the soil, can it still be eaten?"

The middle-aged fat man shook his head slightly, and the people around him thought the same way.

They had no idea what Yang Feng wanted, they just thought Yang Feng was messing around.

"Huh, there's something wrong with this kid. We're definitely going to win this competition...

The manager of the hotel lit another cigar and started smoking it, with a sinister look on his face.

After the middle-aged fat man turned around, he began to concentrate on cooking his own food.

The limited one hour time was coming to an end before I knew it.

Finally, the middle-aged fat man completed a special roast chicken dish.

As soon as the lid of the dinner plate was opened, a rich and interesting aroma suddenly filled the hotel hall.

The guests present couldn't help but swallow their saliva, and they all wanted to have a taste.

"Dear distinguished guests, I marinated this dish with dozens of seasonings and sauces for half an hour..."

The middle-aged fat man smiled, stroked his moustache and said: "It will be baked over a high fire. Now, please line up to taste it.

As soon as the words fell, the noise started, and all the guests present rushed forward.

Fortunately, the hotel staff stepped forward in time to organize the situation.

Only then did the guests line up and come forward one by one to receive the roast chicken.

The few roast chickens cooked by the middle-aged fat man were eaten after a while.

The guests who ate the roast chicken were not satisfied with the meal, but also admired the fat man's superb cooking skills.

"This kind of cuisine is invincible, so what else can we compete with? I'll just judge the chef as the winner!"

Among the guests, a man wearing a very sexy bag shook his hair and said loudly.

His words were approved by many people present, and the situation was almost overwhelming.

The middle-aged fat man became more and more proud when he saw it, and subconsciously looked towards Yang Feng.

Just in time to see Yang Feng take out a few hardened mud balls from the fire.

"Okay, you've finished tasting his food, now it's my turn to perform..."

Yang Feng looked at all the guests present and said with a confident expression on his face.

However, those guests did not take Yang Feng's confidence seriously.

Can something that is buried in soil, wrapped, and then burned with fire really be edible?