Wu Ming was shocked and stared at this place, and he was stunned. The elixir of moisturizing the spirit? No, this must not be a elixir, maybe it is mustard oil.?

While thinking, Wu Ming leaned over like the other party's operating table. After walking two steps, he suddenly felt that he was being grabbed by one hand.

Wu Ming suddenly turned around and saw that the person holding him was either someone else or Gu Xingzhi.

"Chef Gu, what's going on?" Wu Ming asked: "Jing Wenqing's table..."

"Stop asking, I gave it to him." Gu Xingzhi said.

Wu Ming was shocked: "Chef Gu, are you kidding me! This is your only magic weapon to win. How much effort has it taken to get to this point? You have given him this thing now, you are..."

Before Wu Ming finished speaking, Gu Xingzhi said, "Okay, don't think I can only win by relying on what you gave me. If I don't pass this level, I will always be a mediocre player. Don't want to go further in my cooking skills."

Hearing this sentence, Wu Ming couldn't help but look at Xiao Cai, and Xiao Cai's eyes flashed, and he was hiding from Wu Ming all the time.

"Xiao Cai!" Wu Ming gritted his teeth and said, "You know this, do you?"

Xiao Cai's voice was as thin as a mosquito: "I... this was what Chef Gu told me to do. Boss, I can't do anything about it."

Wu Ming sighed: "Chef Gu, you... forget it, don't say it anymore. Since you have done it, you can leave it to fate."

At this moment, two people from the organizing committee came over: "Sir, irrelevant personnel, please leave the operating table, you have been interfering with the competition now."

Wu Ming returned to the audience with a sigh, and Bai Bin also looked at himself in shock: "Wu Ming, wouldn't Chef Gu really give that thing to Jing Wenqing."

"God knows whether Jing Wenqing brainwashed him on the rooftop that night or something." Wu Ming said: "This guy is completely crazy now."

Speaking of this, Bai Bin suddenly laughed: "But then again, the boss, I really think that this is not necessarily a bad thing."

Wu Ming was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean?"

"You think, Chef Gu was not confident at first, so he was very proud of the spiritual medicine you gave him, but now, he actually has the courage to hand over the spiritual medicine to the other party. What does it mean?" Bai Bin said.

Wu Ming frowned and thought: "Just say whatever you want."

"I want to say that Chef Gu must have regained the most precious self-confidence." Bai Bin said: "I think you should have heard Xiao Cai say this.

Third-rate chefs rely on recipes, second-rate chefs rely on experience, first-rate chefs rely on their tongues, and only true master-level chefs are cooking with one heart. Our chef Gu has now returned to his crazy state."

Wu Ming savored Bai Bin's words carefully: "Is it so magical?"

"Aren't you just a person who likes to create magic?" Bai Bin laughed: "This is so confident, it's much more effective than giving him ten bottles of elixirs."

Time passed by minute by minute, and Wu Ming sat in the audience with some pain, watching both sides keep busy in front of the cooking table, finally, as time approached, the two people took out their own dishes respectively.

The judges began to comment one by one, and then exchanged opinions from each other whispered to each other. At this time, Wu Ming wanted to have a good time and could hear what the other party was saying.

Finally, Wu Ming saw someone walking to the front desk with the judges' voting results in his hand.

"Today we have the honor to invite eight top industry insiders as judges for this competition." The host said: "Now I'll sing the votes."

"Gu Xingzhi...Jing Wenqing...Jing Wenqing...Gu Xingzhi...Gu Xingzhi..."

The votes of the two people increased alternately. After the host read the results of these voting, everyone was stunned.

The final result is a draw!

Jing Wenqing and Gu Xingzhi each received four votes, and everyone on the scene could not understand it. Isn’t this a competition for the chef kings? Didn’t it mean that there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts, and there is no draw in the kitchen?

Just as everyone was discussing this matter in a lively manner, a white old man walked to the front desk: "Everyone, can you let me say a few words?"

Wu Ming frowned: "Who is this old man?"

"Let me take a look." Bai Bin said, taking out a booklet recording the information of the judges invited to this competition, and there were photos next to it.

When Bai Bin saw this person's profile, he was stunned for a moment and instead gave the booklet to Wu Ming: "You can read it yourself..."

"Ou Zhengqing, the 16th generation grandson of Ou Chengzhen, the imperial chef of the Ming Forbidden Palace, honorary director of the Celestial Cooking Association, and one of the founders of the World Cooking Association." Wu Ming murmured: "This guy... is the Ou Zhengqing who is in the international world, with Chinese and French food, as well as Turkish food, and the three major cuisines in the world!"

"That's right, it's him." Bai Bin said: "This old man is really a big deal. He is indeed qualified to speak on such occasions."

At this moment, I heard Ou Zhengqing say on the stage: "Everyone, the two contestants participating today have more skills than ordinary people's understanding of cooking skills. We believe that the so-called first and second cannot match their cooking skills. Therefore, the organizing committee decided to award these two chefs the title of King of Chefs at the same time.

The Manchu and Han banquets and the Eight Treasures represent the two factions of the north and south respectively. Therefore, we announced that the title of the chef king was temporarily changed. From then on, Jing Wenqing was the king of the northern chef in our country, and Gu Xingzhi was the king of the southern chef in our country."

If someone else tells such a mixed result, he will definitely be clamored by the audience in the end, but no one will have any doubts about the words of an elderly person like Ou Zhengqing. After a moment, there was a burst of applause in the whole scene.

"The war between the north and the south is wonderful!" Countless people began to exclaim.

Wu Ming and Bai Bin walked up to the front desk and finally reached out to Gu Xingzhi: "Chef Gu, I knew you could do it. Although today's result was a bit unexpected, it was still a good result. Congratulations."

Gu Xingzhi smiled slightly: "Okay, don't think I don't know what you think. If I don't give that thing to Jing Wenqing today, there is no title of the chef king in the north and south? I, Gu Xingzhi, is the chef king who is the only one. You must think so, right?"

Wu Ming laughed embarrassedly: "It's not satisfactory, but it's still good."

"Okay, stop talking." Gu Xingzhi said: "Hurry up and go back to the room, I will tell you some things slowly. If I hadn't given that thing to Jing Wenqing today, I'm afraid I wouldn't even get the title of the King of Nanchu."

Wu Ming was shocked and suddenly felt a little strange. At this time, Gu Xingzhi took off his chef's hat and said, "Let's go, I'll tell you why!"

Wu Ming followed Gu Xingzhi away from the scene, avoided the media's flashlights, left the back door of the kitchen and went straight back to the room.

Gu Xingzhi took out a note from his pocket: "Wu Ming, look at this."

Wu Ming took the note and saw some medicinal recipes written on it. As he looked at it, he felt that the thing looked familiar: "This is...my mother, this is the recipe for the moisturizing medicine!"

Gu Xingzhi nodded: "Yes, do you know who gave it to me?"

Wu Ming looked at the note: "Is it... Jing Wenqing? It's impossible, how could he have a formula for the elixir? No, this is not the formula for the elixir. Although it's very close, it's not."

Gu Xingzhi said huh: "Do you want to know what we two were talking about on the rooftop yesterday?"

Wu Ming asked, "Okay, Chef Gu, don't keep it aside. If you want to say it, I don't have to ask you."

Gu Xingzhi smiled and said, "He came to me yesterday. I didn't want to see him, but he gave me this note. I was shocked at that time and thought someone had betrayed you.

But I quickly realized that you are not the kind of person who can be betrayed casually. I am afraid that no one except you knows the formula for this spiritual medicine.

So I wanted to figure it out, so I followed him to the rooftop. When I was there, Jing Wenqing told me that this thing was given to him by a man named Tian Fangyuan. Do you know this Tian Fangyuan?"

Wu Ming's heart skipped a beat. No wonder Jing Wenqing was also an old thief. It was not until this step that he took out the spiritual medicine. Of course, Tian Fangyuan could have made the spiritual medicine.

Although there are some subtle differences between the medical saint techniques learned by the two, after all, he is considered to be a master who is from the same school, and he can understand that he can get a similar prescription for moisturizing the elixir.

Gu Xingzhi continued: "He told me that he knew I was using this kind of thing too, so he wanted to make a bet with me that real cooking skills have long exceeded the scope of so-called seasoning. As long as he can use his skills in the ingredients, he can win even without this thing.

Then he gave me a recipe and told me that if I had the cooking skills and added this recipe, even if I didn’t use the spiritual medicine, I could still reach the level of using the spiritual medicine.

At that time, I always thought it was a trap he set for me, but I soon realized that this matter was not that simple, because the recipe was obviously not an ordinary thing, and there were many things to understand with the ancient cooking books I learned at the beginning.

So, I agreed at that time. Now it seems that Jing Wenqing is right. He came here not to win the championship, but to find someone who can understand him, and this person is me."

Wu Ming was a little confused when he heard this: "Then he is now crowned the title of King of Chef at the same time as you. What are you going to do in the future?"
Chapter completed!