The God-Level Restaurant Of Wanjie Cuisine

A group of people followed the hotel's gate and walked all the way to the lobby.

During the period, Dai Long told Li Fan the reason why the banquet started.

As we all know, Dai Long is the God of Cooking in China, and he is also famous all over the world, and is well known by people in the upper class.

Dai Lao has never been to a foreign country in his whole life in China, and naturally he has never participated in any international cooking competition.

A foreigner who once won the world's first honor refused to accept it.

Why do I get the number one in the world, but I am not as famous as you? China's God of Cookery is as famous as you?

Just because of the unwarranted phrase "No. 1 in China is far better than No. 1 in the world"?

Damn mental retardation! Laozi is going to use western food today to challenge your so-called Chinese cuisine!

"interesting."

Hearing Dai Long's explanation, Li Fan showed a strange expression on his face. "Three Four Zero" is now in the globalization of Western food, because people in North Korea always have an inexplicable feeling for Western food.

This is not because I like eating Western food so much, it is more of a psychological effect, and I feel that eating Western food is more face-saving.

Especially in recent years, Western restaurants have sprung up like mushrooms after rain, causing many people to start to eat Western food as the staple food and start to dislike Chinese food.

As the helm of China's culinary industry, Dai Long certainly couldn't bear the provocation of a foreigner coming to China, so he stood up to challenge himself.

"It's a duel of par..."

Li Fan sighed, and then directly patted Dai Lao on the shoulder: "Wait a minute, if you don't think it's right, let me go. I'm also from China. I won't let a foreigner dominate China."

"Thank you, boss."

Dai Long's face brightened. With Li Fan's help, even if he loses, the Chinese culinary world will not lose.

"Clap! Clap!"

A few guests of Wanjie Restaurant surrounded Li Fan and walked into the hall, instantly attracting the attention of all the audience.

In the brightly lit hall, everyone put on suits and leather shoes, looking very formal.

The exact opposite of this is Li Fan and his group.

Li Fan and Erina are wearing white chef attire, they can’t be regarded as a faux pas on today’s occasion, but look at Uchiha Madara and White Beard. ……

Wearing a red battle armor, are you here to fight or act?

Hey, big guy over there, why are you so tall? It's easy to stress you, understand?

And you, the young man who has been looking around stupidly, why are you wearing an ancient costume, you think this is a TV series!

And that old man with half of his beard burned off, why don't you tidy up your appearance!

But when they sat in the auditorium, they all frowned, feeling that Li Fan and his group were impolite.

Li Fan could even clearly hear the mocking sound of the tall-nosed blond foreign man opposite.

"Noisy—!"

Uchiha Madara suddenly yelled, and with the help of Chakra, the powerful words spread throughout the hotel lobby, making everyone cover their eyes subconsciously.

It's just some ordinary people who dare to point and comment on him, how impatient they are!

"Humph!"

White Beard also snorted coldly, the hum was like the beating of a drum, and he also didn't like being watched like a monkey.

In their respective worlds, the two belong to the top of the absolute strong, so naturally they have different arrogance.

Even the friendly white beard doesn't like to be nodding and commenting.

"Boss, this way please."

Dai Long led Li Fan to the judges' seat in the first row, and then stood aside, as if waiting for Li Fan to take his seat.

Li Fan is not hypocritical, and sits firmly on the judging panel.

In terms of culinary skills, he believes that there is no one better than him in this world, even there are only a handful of chefs who can beat Nakiri Erina.

At least Li Fan currently only knows one Dai Long who can defeat Nakiri Erina's God's Tongue with his seasoned experience.

Shua! Shua! Shua! Shua!

Uchiha Madara, White Beard, Xiao Yan, and Yun Leng stepped aside and sat in the auditorium behind Li Fan.

This is the row of chairs closest to the cooking scene.

The rest of the audience were all surprised, who is this person? Old Dai is respectful and will not say anything, but he can still sit in the judge's seat and the first row of audience seats.

"Erina, you sit next to me."

Under the shocked stares of others, Li Fan sat on the judging panel by himself, and even invited the young-looking Nakiri Erina to sit on the cooking table. 0

F*ck, what's wrong these days, why even an underage girl can be a judge!

"Let me go, these two guys are not the son and daughter of Mr. Dai, are they? So partial?"

"Yeah, yeah, I thought the judges were the chefs of those star-rated restaurants, but I didn't expect it to be two brats!"

"Oh, it's useless to say anything, I...!"

The originally lively venue instantly became deadly silent, until Uchiha Madara withdrew those terrifying reincarnation eyes.

After everyone reacted, they found that their backs were already wet at some point.

What a scary look!

Just being stared at, the body can't move!

Even if the foreigner's IQ is off the assembly line, he knows at this moment that Li Fan and his group are not ordinary people at all.

Is this really just pure cosplay?

Why does it feel like being stared at by real reincarnation eyes? It's so scary...

"Hahaha! Old Mr. Dai, you are finally here. I thought you were afraid and didn't dare to come!"

Suddenly, the tall-nosed blond foreigner stood in front of Dai Long, his tall body blocking Dai Long's way.

"In fact, I have been worried that you will run away, after all, you Chinese people have always been particular about [strategic retreat].

The blond foreigner said in a mocking tone, which made Li Fan frown at a subconscious level of 3.6.

This guy is so arrogant!

White Beard also frowned, although he didn't quite understand what the foreigner was talking about, but he also hated that condescending tone.

Li Fan suddenly reached out to stop Dai Long, and looked at the blond foreign man with a smile: "Are you very dissatisfied with the Chinese?"

"Of course!", the foreign man yelled, "How can Chinese food compare to Western food!"

"Really?" Li Fan smiled half-smile, "Why don't you compete with me? Since you even dare to challenge China's God of Cookery, Dai Long, you shouldn't be afraid to challenge me, an unknown little chef, right?"

Just as the foreign man was about to get mad, Li Fan's eyes opened suddenly. An overwhelming terrifying pressure kept oppressing the foreign man's nerves, causing him to retreat again and again.

What a scary look!.