"Sister Hong, how much do you mean?" Song Zixuan asked with a smile.

Li Manhong lowered her head and smiled: "There's not a lot of meaning, anyway... I'm doing it for your own good. Now the momentum inside is in full swing, and you'll suffer a loss when you go in."

Song Zixuan didn't understand even more. Li Manhong usually gave Huang a face so much that the two of them seemed intimate, but at this time... they seemed to be talking for themselves.

Song Zixuan was silent for a few seconds and said, "Hehe, Sister Hong, please forgive me for being frank... You should be Mr. Huang's person, why would you say that?"

"No one of me is the one who comes to my Hongyue Tower, the guests are the guests. I must establish a good relationship with the guests, including your Mr. Song!"

Li Manhong said this very seriously, and she was really not joking.

Song Zixuan thought for a while: "Sister Hong, then I have to thank you for your kindness, but I have to go up today!"

"You... why don't you listen to me? Now Mr. Huang and the others are all on it, and there are many media. Once you go, you can't turn back!" Li Manhong said bitterly.

"Look back?"

"You are young and energetic. This time Baylor challenged you, you will lose. The reason is not the taste, but his status." Li Manhong said.

"So... Sister Hong means to make me refuse to accept the challenge?" Song Zixuan asked.

Li Manhong nodded: "Yes, this challenge is not fair at all. What are you comparing?"

From this sentence, Song Zixuan really heard that Li Manhong was doing it for his own good, but he really couldn't think of this reason.

In fact, Li Manhong's words also reminded Song Zixuan that as long as it is a challenge, there is a need to judge. These judges are all from Beile, what else can you compare with?

But at this moment, a sound came from the upper floor.

"Look at it, the chef of the Emperor Fried Rice is here!"

I don’t know who called out, and seven or eight reporters immediately rushed out of the private room, and they started taking photos and recording downstairs.

"Is this the chef of Emperor Fried Rice?"

"Yes, that's right. I've seen him on Dashi before. I have to shoot more photos this time, all of which are headlines."

Looking at the scene, Li Manhong sighed: "Okay, it's too late, you... just don't listen to me."

Song Zixuan was a little at a loss. First, he didn't know why Li Manhong was nice to him. Second, he was indeed scared by this situation. As for the third... he also considered Li Manhong's words.

But now that things have come to this point, he can only choose to go upstairs, losers but not losers, and run at this time... Song Zixuan can't do it.

In the private room, Baylor was answering questions he was remembering. Seeing all the reporters running out and hearing their words, he couldn't help but smile.

"Hmph, this kid really dares to come? He is really a young man, even dares to take on Baylor's challenge!" Huang Fa said.

Beile shook his head and smiled: "Master Huang, you are wrong. If you can cook the Emperor's fried rice, Song Zixuan is extraordinary. Such a chef will definitely not refuse to challenge."

"Hmm? Baylor, you think too much of him? He's just a child!"

"Haha, in your Mr. Huang's eyes he is a child, but in my eyes... he is an opponent. It's not easy for him to become my opponent!"

As he said that, Baylor took out a cigarette and lit it, crossed his legs and started to smoke, waiting for his opponent.

At this time, Song Zixuan and his friends walked into Cai Yunfei while surrounded by reporters.

But when Baylor saw him, he was stunned: "It's him?"

"Beller, do you know him?" Huang Fa said.

Baylor showed an intriguing smile: "Of course I know you, and... I am an old friend!"

Walking into the private room, Song Zixuan was too lazy to answer the reporter's questions and went straight to Beile.

"You challenge me?"

Looking at Song Zixuan, Beile smiled and said, "I really didn't expect it to be you, you are the chef of Emperor Fried Rice."

"There are so many things you didn't expect in the world, right? You can't imagine that you will distract a couple!" Song Zixuan said with a smile.

Of course, Baylor knew that he was referring to the last time he was in the Western Restaurant, but he didn't want to do so and still smiled.

"Haha, it doesn't matter. This time I came to Dumen mainly to see the chef of Emperor Fried Rice. Now when I see you, I have won half of it." Beile smiled.

"Is that so? Haha, you are so confident!"

As he said that, Song Zixuan sat on the sofa beside him.

Baylor shrugged and smiled: "Actually... you disappointed me."

Song Zixuan frowned slightly: "Oh? Why?"

"In my impression, the chef of Emperor Fried Rice should not be like you. You... have a bad aura."

Upon hearing this, Song Zixuan laughed: "What does aura have to do with cooking skills?"

Baylor shook his head: "It's not the relationship between the two, but the confidence that you don't have a strong chef."

"You think so, I can't do anything about it. In fact, I'm also very disappointed with my opponent. I didn't expect him to be a person with a corrupt private life." Song Zixuan said.

After saying this, Sang Tianshuo couldn't help but laugh. Master is his master. He still argues with Beile Yanjing, awesome!

Baylor nodded and smiled, not paying attention.

"Song Zixuan, you should be careful when speaking. Maybe in your opinion, you have done well recently, but you have to understand that in the eyes of us, you are nothing!" Huang Fa said.

Song Zixuan smiled and said, "Master Huang, I'm really puzzled. Who are you... referring to?"

"you……"

"I am frank, if Beile is willing to challenge me, I will not be nothing. Why doesn't he challenge you, Mr. Huang? Then what do you think you are?" Song Zixuan said with his eyes wide open.

Such an occasion is obviously Huang Fa’s home court, but Song Zixuan did not intend to give in any concessions. The more you have, the less I give you a sense of superiority!

"Boy, you're looking for death!"

Huang Fa said, and got up and rolled up his sleeves. The reporters beside him sighed.

"Master Huang!"

Baylor shouted suddenly, and Huang Hai stopped immediately.

"The upper class of Dumen...at least keep your demeanor."

Hearing this, Huang Fa took a deep breath before he felt relieved, and sat back.

"Song Zixuan, you come today...even if you want to accept my challenge, right?" Baylor said.

Song Zixuan nodded: "That's what it means, but... you can talk about how to compare first."

"Simple, take the title of Emperor Fried Rice. Those with the highest score will win. The condition is that if you lose, Emperor Fried Rice can't be sold again!" said Beller.

Song Zixuan smiled: "I have heard of this rule. Those who lose will throw a signature dish. What if you lose?"

"Boy, why did Baylor lose? Although he is not a chef, his cooking skills are so strong that you can't imagine. Just be prepared to lose!" Huang Fa said.

Song Zixuan ignored him and looked directly at Beile.

Beile smiled: "Same, if I don't compete with you, I can open a store to sell imperial fried rice, so... if I lose, I will never stir-fry another imperial fried rice." "Yes, it's fair, but... how to rate it?" Song Zixuan said.

Tian Wenkui said on the side: "We will invite professional gourmets from the catering association to review, and those with the highest score will win."

"Hahaha, it's so funny. You want to compete with me, and then you can ask for the judge? Then you can just judge me to lose!"

After Song Zixuan finished speaking, the reporters around him started to whisper.

"Yes, this is somewhat unfair. Bell and the others will invite the judges?"

"Isn't Song Zixuan sure to lose? What else can I compare to?"

"I think this is designed, right? It's so deceptive."

Listening to everyone's words, Beller waved his hand: "This is not possible, so this way, Song Zixuan, we are comparing at the check-in place. We randomly select 20 people from the passing diners, who will vote for, and let them decide for themselves."

Song Zixuan nodded slowly: "This is OK, but I hope it is really random."

"I'll take a reputation guarantee."

"What about the time? When will it be compared?" Sang Tianshuo said on the side.

Beile thought for a while: "I will go back to Yanjing in three days, and the TV station has something to deal with, so let's go tomorrow!"

"I'm afraid it won't work. I'll have something to do tomorrow, the day after tomorrow!" Song Zixuan said.

Baylor couldn't help but frown. He was going to be interviewed by the TV station the day after tomorrow. After all, he served as a judge in the food competition.

After some confusion, he said, "Okay, I will arrange my time for my business, so do you. We will compete the day after tomorrow, so don't change the time."

Song Zixuan nodded and said, "No problem!"

That night, the news that Song Zixuan accepted the challenge of Baylor was already flying all over the sky.

Whether it is - Moments or Weibo, as long as it is the official or big V on Dumen, it is all reporting on this matter.

In the study room.

He Wei frowned and smoked the cigarette. The ash in his hand had burned for a long time, and it eventually broke and fell on the table.

"Dad, Song Zixuan is about to show off. What kind of pk did he do? He went to Yanjing and Dumen..."

He Yankai looked at his cell phone, and his teeth were itchy.

"Let him play tricks. If he plays these things, we will have to wait." He Wei said.
To be continued...