After all, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening, and it was knocking at this time, and the knocking sound was heavy and urgent, which really scared Song Zixuan and Yang Xue.

"Zixuan..."

Yang Xue hid behind Song Zixuan at the first time, putting her jade hands on his shoulders, and the image of the little woman needed protection was fully revealed by her.

Song Zixuan calmed down and said, "I'll go and open the door first."

"Ah? Zixuan, why don't you call my dad first!" Yang Xue is still a student after all, and the first thing she thinks about when encountering such a thing is to find her dad.

"It's too late. How long has the boss been gone? We can't just open the door now."

As he said that, he walked towards the door. Although Yang Xue was a little scared, she still lay behind Song Zixuan and followed him.

As soon as Song Zixuan unscrewed the door handle, the door was pushed open directly and three young people walked into the room. They all looked like they were 2000 years old. Judging from their clothes, they knew they were gangsters.

The boy in the lead was wearing a light-colored denim outfit, and the T-shirt was too colorful. He looked like a sword-eyed eyebrows and tiger-eyed eyes, which was handsome. However, he had a cigarette in his mouth, which immediately broke the image. As soon as he entered the door, he looked around and looked left and right.

"Chunxiang Restaurant, is it here?" said the young man.

"That's right, Brother Shuo, that's it," the other person behind him nodded and then looked at Song Zixuan, "Brother Shuo, it's him. I saw that day, someone gave him a monthly salary of 80,000 yuan."

Seeing that the spearhead was pointed directly at Song Zixuan, Yang Xue immediately plucked up the courage to stand in front and said, "Hey, who are you? We have closed the door."

Seeing this scene, Song Zixuan felt warm. This was the first time he was protected by a girl in his life...

The young man named Shuo Ge shrugged and chuckled: "Close the door? What does it have to do with me? I'm not here to have a meal."

"Not eating? Then what are you here to do?" Song Zixuan said, as he stood in front of Yang Xue. He asked himself that he had no strength, but at this time, he could not really let girls protect themselves.

Hearing this, Brother Shuo laughed: "Hahaha, just him? It seems that he is not as big as me, okay, I'll bully the small one once today."

Song Zixuan and Yang Xue were confused when they heard this. They really couldn't tell what this guy was doing...

"What do you want?" Yang Xue shouted.

"How is it? Humph," Brother Shuo took a step, then clasped his fists and bowed his hands, looking so terrifying. "I am also a chef. I heard that a chef who earns 80,000 a month has been here, so I'm here to challenge him!"

Listening to Brother Shuo’s words, Song Zixuan almost laughed. This guy is simply illiterate and full of culture...

"Challenge? Challenge me?" Song Zixuan asked with laughter and cry.

"That's right, if I want to gain a foothold in the Dumen catering industry, I must have a battle to become famous. Haha, it's also a privilege to be a stepping stone on my way to success." Sang Tianshuo lowered his head slightly and said in a deep voice, especially the sneer, full of energy and a bit of a bass feeling.

Song Zixuan and Yang Xue looked at each other, and their expressions were almost always saying, where did this come from? They came to challenge their cooking skills in the middle of the night, and said that they became famous in one battle...

However, Yang Xue felt a little more excited. She just wanted to test Song Zixuan's cooking skills but had no result. Now that she is better, I don't know where to challenge her, and maybe she can show her skills.

If Song Zixuan can cook the emperor's fried rice as Yang Dachui said, then he is definitely the best choice for his wishful husband, but if it weren't... she would never waste time on a waste.

"Sorry, I don't understand what you mean." Song Zixuan smiled politely and said.

"Don't understand? I want to challenge you. If you lose, I have to tell everyone that my cooking skills are above you." Sang Tianshuo roared.

"I'm sorry, I won't accept the challenge." Song Zixuan said.

"Haha, you don't dare?"

"You can think so," Song Zixuan said, turning to the bar, "Xiaoxue, let's go."

Seeing Song Zixuan's attitude, Sang Tianshuo became anxious and walked up to him and said, "Let's go? Humph, if you don't compete with me today, no one can leave!"

Yang Xue naturally didn't want to miss this opportunity. She wanted to taste what the imperial fried rice tasted in her father's mouth.

She walked slowly forward and whispered: "Zixuan, otherwise you can compete with them. I think if there is no result today, they will not give up, and they are so fierce..."

As he said that, Yang Xue pretended to be scared, and her expression was full of protection.

Song Zixuan was silent for a moment, and Sang Tianshuo couldn't wait and said, "How is it? It may be your honor to compete with me in cooking. After all, I am the top figure in the catering industry in the future Dumen City. I advise you to cherish this opportunity!"

Upon hearing this, Song Zixuan smiled: "No!"

In fact, it was really a coincidence that Sang Tianshuo came. If it had been one day in advance, maybe Song Zixuan would have really shown his skills, which not only convinced him, but also Yang Xue could open his eyes.

But Mr. Fang just told Song Zixuan that he would never take action today.

"You..." Sang Tianshuo was so angry that he shouted directly, "If you don't want to eat the toast, please hold him down, I want to see if he accepts the challenge!"

"yes!"

The other two little brothers immediately approached and pressed Song Zixuan down. Because Song Zixuan was thinner, there was almost no possibility of resistance after being held down.

Yang Xue was also shocked. She really wanted Song Zixuan to stir-fry an imperial fried rice, but she didn't expect the other party to take action.

Sang Tianshuo sneered: "Are you accepting the challenge?"

"No!"

Although Song Zixuan is not tall, he is very stubborn. Although he is pressed, he still grits his teeth and refuses.

"Oh? I see you're stubborn!"

As he said that, Sang Tianshuo picked up a can of chili oil directly from the table and said, "Hehe, boy, today I will teach you how to cook Sichuan cuisine!"

Seeing the chili oil approaching his mouth, Song Zixuan struggled hard for a few times, but with his strength, he couldn't even struggle.

"I'm sure I don't accept it?"

Song Zixuan gritted his teeth: "I won't!"

As Song Zixuan spoke, Sang Tianshuo directly stuffed a spoonful of pepper into his mouth. The strong spicy taste stimulated his mouth and Song Zixuan immediately started coughing violently.

"Give you another chance!"

"No!"

Yang Xue was really scared and said, "Hey, I'm going to call the police if you make trouble again!"

"Call the police? What do you call? What are the methods for feeding people with chili peppers?" Sang Tianshuo said, taking off Song Zixuan's shoes, hugging Song Zixuan's legs with one hand, and scratching the soles of his feet with the other hand.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha..." Song Zixuan's laughter almost came to the restaurant.

I have to say that although scratching the soles of the feet makes people laugh, it is definitely considered torture, and this kind of pain is even less authentic than pain.

"How is it, accept it or not!" Sang Tianshuo said fiercely.

"Hahaha... no, I won't... hahaha..." Song Zixuan almost burst into tears and said to himself, boy, one day I will definitely pay back ten times...

Sang Tianshuo was really anxious and took off his shoes and socks again, but this time it was not Song Zixuan's, but his own.

He approached Song Zixuan with his socks and smiled sinisterly: "Hehe, do you accept it or not? I will only ask once!"

"Okay, I accept it, I'll compete with you!"

Song Zixuan blurted out without thinking.

I could smell the white black socks of Sang Tianshuo for more than one meter away. In addition, the spicy taste in his mouth has not yet dissipated. If he is blocked by this smelly thing, he will not solve the problem if he brushes his teeth ten times...

Sang Tianshuo was also stunned. He refused to agree to torture this way. This... he agreed immediately?

Yang Xue hurriedly helped Song Zixuan up: "Zixuan, are you okay?"

Song Zixuan was coughing and shook his head, putting on his shoes and socks, thinking that he would compete, but it was impossible for emperor fried rice to be cooked, just give them a try.

At least Song Zixuan is sure that although they are like gangsters, they should not be real people in society. First, they are all very young, and second, they are the means of persecution... If they were formal people, they would have started fighting long ago.

"Boy, what's the comparison?"

"Compare fried rice." Song Zixuan's purpose is very obvious. First, he wants to send Sang Tianshuo, second, he wants to temporarily treat Yang Xue, at least he will no longer bother him to make emperor fried rice.

In his opinion, fried rice will really show value in the future. He has time to stir-fry Xiaoxue, but Fang Jingzhi is right, and now is not the time.

"Fried rice? Are you making a mistake? Are you insulting this chef?"

Song Zixuan smiled: "The simplest dish contains the deepest cooking skills. If you want to compare, just compare fried rice, just forget it if you don't compare."

"Hmph, because you can make me famous in one battle and get to the peak of the catering industry in Dumen, I will compete with you for fried rice."

After saying that, the two went into the kitchen. There were two stoves in Chunxiang Restaurant, and they happened to operate them at the same time.

Fried rice is definitely the simplest food in cooking, but it also differs according to the chef's different pursuits.

Song Zixuan’s fried rice uses three ingredients, chopped green onion, rice and eggs, and nothing else, because it is clearly recorded in the Qinggong recipe. The simpler the food, the harder it is to cook. It is absolutely stupid to increase the flavor by adding ingredients.

Sang Tianshuo was obviously the latter. He took out seven or eight ingredients such as green peppers, cucumbers, sausages, carrots, frozen shrimps, beef from his backpack. In addition, he used the eggs and rice in the store, the ingredients of this egg fried rice were really shocking.

Seeing Sang Tianshuo's movements clumsyly put the ingredients together, Song Zixuan wanted to laugh a little, but he still held it back. However, even so, Sang Tianshuo still noticed it. He raised his kitchen knife and gestured at Song Zixuan twice, and said, "Boy, look at it!"

After saying that, the kitchen knife in Sang Tianshuo's hand fell on the cutting board. After lifting the knife, the blade of the cutting vegetables was chopped like a phantom, and there was no one touching the cutting board at once. The whole cutting process was extremely fast and very quiet.

Seeing this scene, Song Zixuan was stunned. This sword technique... was first-class.

Just now, he and Yang Xue thought Sang Tianshuo were crazy, but at this moment, he immediately had a sense of respect for this opponent.

He suddenly had an impulse to really compete with this person with Jinyu fried rice.
Chapter completed!