People are eating halberds, I am a chef in the dark cooking world!

Listening to Marcanta's inquiry, Claude Weller said directly.

"Remember what I just said."

"Make the movement bigger, the bigger the better."

After Claude Weller left these words to Marcanta and Bani Haier, he mixed into the crowd and walked towards the luxury cruise ship.

Due to the large number of late-night cooks this time.

So there are not many people like Claude Weller who explain things on the street.

So their movements, in the eyes of others, are quite normal.

at the same time.

Takayama Fumi, Ace, the middle-aged man, and Nakiri Senzaemon were standing on top of the luxury cruise ship.

The four gathered around a table, watching the late-night cooks who kept coming in below.

"I didn't expect there to be so many late-night chefs who came to this dark cooking conference."

"It seems that I really failed!"

Looking at the crowd below, Nakiri Senzaemon said quietly.

"how?"

"What do you mean by that, do you want to catch them all?"

"Then don't forget."

"I'm also a late-night cook."

"Do not."

"But today, all late night cooks will be renamed dark cooks!"

Listening to Nakiri Senzaemon's words, Fumi Takayama who was sitting on the side spoke slowly.

When Fumi Takayama's voice just fell, Ace and the middle-aged man at the side looked at Nakiri Senzaemon with half-smiles.

"Catch them all?"

"Old man, I still want to live a few more years."

"Forget it today."

"But after today."

Hearing this, Nakiri Senzaemon waved his hand and said,

"Then let's talk about it after today,"

"correct."

"How many people are here now?"

Gao Shanwen shook his head, then turned to look at Ace, and asked.

"It's almost 1000 now."

"Half of them didn't come in."

"However, most of the late-night cooking chiefs have already arrived."

Hearing Gao Shanwen's inquiry, Ace looked at the information on his phone and quickly reported to Gao Shanwen.

"Has it been halfway already?"

"Let those chiefs wait for us in the reception room."

"Let's have a meeting with them first!"

After Gao Shanwen finished speaking, he got up and walked towards the reception room.

"Yes!"

Ace on the side saw this and quickly followed behind Gao Shanwen.

And this time.

The middle-aged man and Nakiri Senzaemon were still sitting on chairs at this time, quietly watching Fumi Takayama and Ace leave.

"Mr. Nakiri."

"What are you thinking about now?"

Looking at Nakiri Senzaemon who was a little dazed, the middle-aged man asked slowly.

"you say……"

"This Mr. Gao Shan, what do you want?"

"Doesn't he hate trouble?"

"Why are you holding this Dark Cooking Conference again?"

Listening to the middle-aged man's question, Nakiri Senzaemon glanced at the crowd who were still walking in, and said.

"What do you want?"

"What Master Takayama is asking for is nothing more than delicious food."

"only……"

The middle-aged man heard the words and said slowly.

After spending so many days with Gao Shanwen, the middle-aged man roughly figured out what Gao Shanwen wanted and what he was pursuing.

That's why he was able to answer Nakiri Senzaemon.

"Delicious food?"

"What does this have to do with holding the Dark Cooking Conference?"

Hearing the middle-aged man's answer, Nakiri Senzaemon was stunned for a moment.

For a while a bit confused.

He couldn't figure out what was the relationship between the two.

"Because there are too few dishes in this world that Master Takayama can taste."

"Basically, it can be said that no one can get into the eyes of Mr. Gao Shan."

"So in order to taste more delicious dishes."

"In order to compete with more powerful chefs."

"Master Gao Shan held this dark cooking conference."

"The purpose is to find the masters hidden among the crowd."

"At the same time, let's see if those guys are worth cultivating."

The middle-aged man said slowly.

Both the middle-aged man and Ace knew Gao Shanwen's idea very well.

And after today, others will know too.

That's why the middle-aged man talked so much with Nakiri Senzaemon.

"nourish?"

"Isn't he afraid of cultivating a chef whose strength is far superior to his?"

Hearing the middle-aged man's answer, Nakiri Senzaemon was stunned for a moment, and then said hastily.

"A chef whose strength is far superior to Master Gao Shan?"

"Let's not talk about whether there is such a chef."

"Even if there is, Master Gao Shan is very happy."

"After all, Master Gao Shan..."

"It's been a long time since I met an opponent."

The middle-aged man spoke.

After getting along with Gao Shanwen for almost a year, the middle-aged man naturally knows that Gao Shanwen is not a stingy person.

That's why he said like Nakiri Senzaemon.

"Gao Shanwen he..."

"What a confident person!"

"In that case..."

"It seems that we have to arrange for the two of them to meet as soon as possible."

After Nakiri Senzaemon finished speaking, he got up and left here.

"The two of them?"

Seeing Nakiri Senzaemon leaving, the middle-aged man frowned slightly.

The middle-aged man was very curious about the person at the gate of Nakiri Senzaowei.

While the middle-aged man was talking with Nakiri Senzaemon.

Gao Shanwen has come to the reception room with the trump card.

Waited for a while in the reception room.

The leaders of other late-night cooking organizations also walked into this reception room one after another.

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141 The loser, throw me into Tokyo Bay!

It didn't take long.

The whole reception room was full of people.

The first to sit in the first place is naturally Gao Shanwen.

And Ace stood on the left of Gao Shanwen like a guard.

Standing on the right is Mukura Shimotori.

At this moment, Ace and Shimoto Takeshi, like bodyguards, kept scanning the eyes of everyone present.

I don't know if it's because of the fierce temperament of Ace and Musashi Shimoto, or because of the timidity of these late-night cooks.

When Ace and Shimotou Musashi glanced around, none of the people present spoke, even when their eyes glanced at

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143 Clown cooking?

Hearing the inquiry from the leader of the late-night cooking, Gao Shanwen turned his head and glanced at the trump card standing below.

"Now……"

"Those who read their names... please stand up."

Feeling Gao Shanwen's gaze, Ace nodded his head, then took a step forward, took out a list from his pocket, and said loudly.

Under the gaze of everyone, Ace cleared his throat and began to read the names on the list.

"Gu Yueqing!"

"Iwamoriko!"