Ding Maoren could not have heard the meaning of this ridicule. No man liked to be ridiculed in this regard, but Ding Maoren also understood better that this was the Chiyan Gang's attacking technique. At this time, it was not the time to care about these things, he still had to concentrate on coming up with a soup dish to win the game.

On the referee's table, Old Carpenter Xu said: "These kids are too bad, they are really good at playing tricks on their minds."

The boy Shancai nodded in agreement and said in his childish voice: "Yes, the Chiyan Gang is a soldier who overwhelms Ding Maoren from following momentum, and reaches a war without fighting."

The little Pixiu replied in its metallic voice: "In the decisive battle, if you have the intention to surrender, you will definitely lose this decisive battle."

Old Carpenter Xu said: "This is similar to what we thought. No matter how we played in the first game, Ding Maoren won, but as long as he lost in the second game, he would not have a chance to turn the tables."

Little Pixiu's metal voice: "Haha, I laughed. This was a dead end. Not to mention the request we made, it was just a wheel battle, and there were a few heroes who could bear it."

The boy Shancai said: "You know it's a dead end, but you still come to be the referee?"

Little Pixiu said: "Aren't you here too? Didn't you know that this was a death when you came?"

The boy Shancai glared at the little Pixiu without saying a word.

Old Carpenter Xu said, "One minute is left." The voice passed through the noise of the Chiyan Gang. With this hand, it was obvious that the old man's magic power was not weak.

One minute? Ding Maoren's brain aggravated the pain again. The more stressed the creativity thing, the less it was. So Ding Maoren's brain began to recall which soup dish is suitable? West Lake beef soup? No, this reunion has little to do with it. Jade egg flower soup? No, pearl jade white jade soup? It tells the story of reunion, but it is just a story of the reunion between the emperor and the beggar. It is not good. Abalone sea emperor soup? It is too expensive.

Thirty seconds passed at this time.

The Chiyan Gang has already started to take out the ingredients.

"Senior brother, I'll do it." There were many masters here, but when he heard the sound of speaking, he saw someone standing next to Ding Maoren, full of majesty.

Ding Maoren was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Zhu, and there was tears in his eyes, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. He seemed to not believe it was true, and he seemed to dare not move, for fear of breaking the dream.

The White Gang of Chiyan Gang protested: "Who, come up, this is an internal strife of our chefs. Didn't you see that the three monsters in the market have intervened? The referee has to pause for a while, there is a disruption."

Old Carpenter Xu said: "I agree to suspend it."

The little Pixiu and Shancai boy said, "We agree too." The countdown was paused.

At this time, the eyes on the field were all focused on Director Zhu.

The drunkard who had been on a plate of worry finally drank a sip of wine and murmured: "I finally caught up. The smoker is really amazing."

"Can you praise me like this?" Aunt Lan, a smoker, also appeared beside the drunkard, with her eyes obviously no longer anxious, but her smoking posture was still so elegant.

"Can Director Zhu do it?" the drunkard asked Aunt Lan.

Director Zhu looked at the Bai Gang leader opposite and said, "You are a group of people in Chiyan Gang, and our chef sect is not the same person."

"Oh? Chefs have always run this small shop better than home. They have always been just one person. When did one more person come out?"

"Of course, it's always just a chef's business, but I'm really a chef." After Zhu said that, he lit up his left hand and put a plum blossom tattoo on his left hand. Everyone in the Demon Subduing Circle knew that this was a tattoo that summoned the fire of karma in hell.

Director Zhu continued: "Since I have experienced it, I can compete on behalf of the chef's sect."

This was unexpected to many people present. It mainly broke the dream of Chiyan Gang. I thought that Ding Maoren was exhausted with a seemingly fair wheel battle, but I didn't expect that a person from the chef sect could come out halfway. All three of them could go upstairs to compete. Even the Chiyan Gang was the Chiyan Gang. There was no reason not to let this person compete. But if the whole person competed, could he still win? I didn't want to agree, but I couldn't find an excuse, agreed, and I was afraid of losing. Now many people in Chiyan Gang were confused.

The beautiful chef also came to the ear of the White Gangmaster and whispered: "Don't be afraid. That person just came and he didn't know the restrictions of the game. In such a short time, he might not be able to figure it out, let alone beat me."

The leader of the Bai Gang thought about it, so he said, "Okay, our Chiyan Gang has a lot of adults. If you don't care about these trivial matters with you, then start the competition. But according to the time, there should be thirty seconds left. In thirty seconds, there will be only one person left on your stove."

"That's how it is." said Old Carpenter Xu.

Ding Maoren's heart, which had just been let go, was hanging again. Why did he tell Director Zhu so many rules in these thirty seconds?

"The countdown to thirty seconds begins." said Old Carpenter Xu.

The ticking, ticking, countdown clock rings again.

As soon as Ding Maoren opened his mouth, Director Zhu leaned over and said, "I came for the sake of the master, not to forgive you, you can go down." After that, he turned around and went to get the ingredients.

Ding Maoren stood there, not knowing how he got to the drunkard, but he was mixed in his heart. It turned out that he did not forgive me, but it was okay, after all, it was for the master's sect to come to Bai Hong's world. I guess he could survive, but can he win? I haven't told him the rules? In the end, his anxiety occupied Ding Maoren's heart.

Aunt Lan saw all this and touched the back of Ding Maoren's hand and said, "Don't worry. On the way I came, I told him that he knew the rules. Believe in him, just like when you two were still in the master's sect."

After hearing Aunt Lan's words, Ding Maoren breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at Director Zhu's cooking figure, it seemed that he had returned to that time. They were both young men, and they still remember the first time when Director Zhu was brought back by his master. Then it was time for the two to practice cooking together. They each had their own strengths. In terms of cooking, Ding Maoren was more talented and always made the dishes better. However, in terms of kung fu, Director Zhu was still more talented. So Ding Maoren could not beat Director Zhu, and then Ding Maoren did not cook delicious food for Director Zhu, and deliberately greedy for Director Zhu. There was no child who was not greedy for children, so Director Zhu surrendered and deliberately made Ding Maoren. Ding Maoren was happy for two days at first, but later he felt bored. Originally, the two brothers and brothers had deep affection, but until they had that incident, Ding Maoren still remembered the last meal, Mengpo soup.
Chapter completed!