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Among them are two rows of chopping boards in the back of the kitchen, and behind the chopping boards is the guy who cooks noodles.

On the left are a dozen people from the Ming Empire. According to the surroundings, they are the employees and owners of the spicy pork shredded noodle restaurant in this food street.

But what is strange is that their faces are full of resentment and anger.

On the right side are seven guys dressed up as Japanese people. Looking at their uniform clothes, they are from Yelang Japanese Ramen Restaurant.

These... Japanese people seem a little arrogant with their hands on their shoulders, and there is a hint of complacency and cunning in their eyes.

At this moment, a man with a handsome face walked out from the side of the Japanese people. He raised his hand and pointed at the person opposite, and said condescendingly: "Sima Ankang, don't you guys want to compete in advance? It has to be redone."

In the spicy pork shredded noodle restaurant, a middle-aged man with a square face glared at the Japanese man opposite him, and his voice was full of anger, "Tanaka Yelang, this competition is about to start, but let's wait for my noodle maker to come."

Tanaka Yelang pouted contemptuously, "Joke! You asked to start early, but your ramen master didn't show up. Don't you think it's too shameless?"

The middle-aged man Sima Ankang scolded angrily: "Why didn't my noodle maker come, don't you, Tanaka Yelang, not understand?"

"It's funny what you said. That's your man. We don't know why he didn't come."

"you……"

"Masters are here... Let Rang... Rang Rang..."

The crowd paused: there was a commotion, and the middle-aged man was interrupted.

Three middle-aged men dressed as noodle masters, with the support of the people around them, walked along the separated crowd.

Han Changsheng glanced at the pale faces of the three noodle masters, and his brows frowned.

Seeing this, Tang Yan asked in a low voice, "Master, what's the matter?"

"These three noodle masters are all sick."

"It's such a coincidence that everyone is sick"

I got sick at the critical moment of the game, and all I got were diarrhea, how could Han Changsheng bend the corners of his mouth in this game, and his expression was exactly the same as a smile."

Such a coincidence Tang Yan was taken aback for a moment, then realized that something was wrong with this matter.

She glanced at Han Changsheng, and said in a low voice, "You guys have been hacked."

Han Changsheng pointed to the expressionless Tanaka Yelang on the right side, "The Japanese people's favorite measurement is...to use some tricks before the competition, such as Huo Yuanjia back then."

"Then what about the game?"

"Just look at it and you'll find out."

While Han Changsheng and Tang Yan were whispering, the three noodle masters had already walked behind their respective cutting boards.

But their bodies were obviously a little weak, and they barely stood firm by pressing the board with their hands.

Tanaka Yelang glanced at the three 3 ramen masters, put his hands behind his back, and said slowly: "Sima Ankang, your ramen master has arrived, the competition can start now."

".……Can."

Sima Ankang hesitated to answer, then turned around and asked worriedly: "Masters, how can you do it?"

A middle-aged man with a big arm and a round waist waved his hands weakly, and said weakly: "Let's try it."

The result of trying it out is... the three noodle masters were holding the dough with trembling hands, but they couldn't stretch it out. Instead, they almost fell down because they didn't hold the chopping board with their hands.

Their stomachs have been tossing all morning, and all their strength has been exhausted.

They are able to persevere to come here, it is the result of the support of others, don't even think about stretching noodles.

"Crack...crack..."

The stretching speed of the Japanese people is very fast. Three servings of stretched noodles are stretched out in 1 seconds, and they have already started to cook in the pot.

This time, the onlookers exploded.

"Damn it! Is it worth comparing? The devil must have won!"

"Modan! Although I'm here to eat ramen noodles for free, I don't want the devil to win!"

"If this spicy pork shredded noodle restaurant loses, wouldn't it have to move?"

"No! My family has been eating here for [-] or [-] years. If it moves away, where will I find it?"

"I come!"

Hearing the noise around him, Sima Ankang gritted his teeth and stepped forward to take the dough from his master, stretching his hands quickly.

The dough grew quickly, and then snapped in the middle with a snap.

"This……"

Sima Ankang was dumbfounded.

His noodle-stretching skills are indeed not as good as his own master chef, but he won't be able to break it with the first hand, right? "Tsk tsk tsk..."

Tanaka Yelang on the opposite side smacked his lips and pretended to sigh: "Sima Ankang, why do you say that you, a boss, want to stretch the noodles by hand? Now it's all right, you've ruined the noodles you're working on."

Sima Ankang's eyes were wide open, staring at the opposite side, "Tanaka Yelang! You still have the face to say, if you didn't cause my three masters to have diarrhea, wouldn't they have no energy?"

"Sima Ankang, you have to be clear about what you said, what does your diarrhea have to do with me?"

"If it has nothing to do with you, why did the three of them have collective diarrhea so coincidentally?"