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After hearing Tang Yi's words, Zhang Dong hesitated slightly, and finally agreed, "Okay, I promise you, I will work hard that day!"

Tang Yi smiled, and was about to give Zhang Dong his contact information, so that Zhang Dong could contact him if he had something to do.

But this time, Wang Fu who was next to him said gloomily: "Heh, it's true that any cat or dog wants to participate in the God of Cooking Conference. Whoever participates in the God of Cooking Conference is not a famous chef who is particularly confident in his own strength, but If you go to the God of Cooking Conference, you will probably be eliminated in the first round of the audition!"

Perhaps it was because Tang Yi didn't give him face just now, so when he heard that Tang Yi was going to participate in the God of Cooking Conference, Wang Fu immediately began to mock.

He straightened his waist. As a chef who has been running a noodle shop for more than ten years, he naturally has a strong sense of superiority in this regard. He looked at Tang Yi coldly and said in a sharp voice: "Seeing like you I’ve seen a lot of people who are open to money, and when I saw the God of Cooking Conference with [-] million Hong Kong dollars, I didn’t think I could buy a lottery ticket.”

"I think there should be a threshold for the audition for the God of Cooking Conference to exclude some daydreaming guys. If there is a chef qualification certification in the audition, it depends on you. You probably won't be able to pass the qualification certification. So, what qualifications do you, an inlander who is overwhelmed, have the qualifications to participate in our highest-level chef's conference on Hong Kong Island?!"

After hearing Wang Fu's words full of sarcasm, Tang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly. He turned his head, looked at Wang Fu, and said, "I'm not qualified? What do you mean, you Qualified?"

Wang Fu straightened his rocker and said: "Of course, I have been running a noodle shop for so many years, and the monthly turnover is 10,000+ Hong Kong dollars. The noodles I make are delicious to everyone, of course I am qualified!"

Tang Yi smiled and said, "But I don't think you are qualified, because the noodles you make are, to be honest, too ordinary and not delicious at all!"

"What?" Wang Fu frowned when he heard this, and said, "Don't be so arrogant, you kid, dare to say that the noodles I make are not delicious, and you have never eaten them, you know nothing!"

Tang Yi glanced at the noodles in the bowls of the guests on other tables, and said, "You don't need to eat them. I can tell whether the noodles you make are good or not just by looking at them. In my conscience, it's really not up to the level of deliciousness." point!"

Hearing Tang Yi's words, Wang Fu clenched his fists tightly, and he smiled angrily: "The noodles I make are not delicious? Then who makes delicious ones, you?"

Tang Yi was noncommittal, "I dare not say how delicious the noodles I make are, but it shouldn't be difficult to beat you!"

"Okay, okay, what a big breath!" Wang Fu was furious. Tang Yi, a young man in his early twenties, dared to question the noodles he made were not good, and even uttered wild words that he could make better noodles than him. , How can he not be angry.

He has been making noodles for more than ten years, and he thinks that he has reached the point of proficiency in making noodles. Although sometimes there are too many guests, and occasionally there will be small mistakes in misplacing seasonings, but he can't tolerate Tang Yi, a young man. People came to question his cooking skills.

"Since you said that the noodles you make are better than mine, do you dare to compare them? If you win, I will pay this kid double the wages, right away!" Wang Fu's eyes were filled with anger. , and pointed to Zhang Dong who was at the side.

"But if you lose, then you have to apologize to me, to my store, and in front of so many people!" Wang Fu pointed his finger at the crowd outside and said. , "Accept it if you have the guts, otherwise, it's just bragging, you're a useless Continent boy!"

Hearing Wang Fu's words, the others also cast their gazes over. They originally admired Tang Yi for daring to stand up for Zhang Dong's rescue, but now they heard Tang Yi say that making noodles is better than Wang Fu's. , Their impression and sense of Tang Yi suddenly dropped a lot.

They began to wonder if Tang Yi was the kind of coercion uploaded on the Internet, the kind who especially liked to pretend to be coercive, and would stand up and pretend to be coercive whenever he had the opportunity.

After all, although this Wang Fu has a problem with his life, he has been cooking pasta for more than ten years, so his cooking skills are naturally unquestionable.

Tang Yi is only in his early twenties, let alone whether he knows how to cook, even if he knows how to cook, at such a young age, he cannot be the opponent of a pasta chef who has been in business for more than ten years when it comes to making noodles.

But Tang Yi said grandiosely that he could surpass Wang Fu in terms of pasta, and this undoubtedly felt a bit forced, which was unpleasant.

Facing the challenge initiated by Wang Fu, Tang Yi smiled lightly and said, "Okay, then let's compare, with so many eyes watching, I'm sorry you dare not deny it after you lose, there must be judges in the competition , why don’t we each pick three of these pedestrians as judges?”

"Okay!" When Wang Fu heard that Tang Yi had actually accepted his challenge, a look of joy appeared on Wang Fu's face.

Just now Tang Yi's meddling made him very resentful, and now he finally found a chance to get revenge and let Tang Yi apologize to him, he was naturally very happy.

He decided that as long as Tang Yi accepted the challenge, Tang Yi would definitely lose.

He, Wang Fu, has been making pasta for so many years, and has long had unique attainments and rich experience in pasta. He has great confidence that no matter what kind of pasta he makes, he can steadily surpass Tang Yi.

"It's up to you to decide what side of the game to play!" Wang Fu said to Tang Yi in front of him with his arms folded in arrogance.

"Then let's compete with the spicy beef noodles!" Tang Yi pointed to the bowl of spicy beef noodles with the wrong seasoning on the table, and replied.

Hearing that Tang Yi mentioned spicy beef noodles again, hatred flashed in Wang Fu's eyes, and he nodded immediately: "Okay, just spicy beef noodles, I have enough space in the kitchen, the two of us make noodles together, Outside guests can enter the kitchen to supervise and watch!"

Tang Yi shrugged and said he had no objection!
And these onlookers saw that the conflict turned into a face-to-face competition, and their faces showed anticipation and curiosity. This kind of thing is usually rare, and they naturally couldn't wait to see it.

Although they can probably guess the result of this game, they still can't get rid of their desire to watch the game.

Afterwards, Tang Yi and Wang Fu went to the kitchen, and the onlookers rushed in one by one, and surrounded the kitchen door to watch the battle.

But the clerk Zhang Dong was completely stunned. He really didn't expect that this incident would turn into Tang Yi's cooking test with Wang Fu.

He was stunned for a while, and then looked anxiously at the kitchen.

He was especially grateful to Tang Yi, but he knew very well that Tang Yi would never be Wang Fu's opponent in terms of cooking skills.

Because he works as a clerk in this noodle shop, he is naturally very aware of Wang Fu's strength. Wang Fu has been able to run a noodle shop for more than ten years. If he says he has no skills in making noodles, no one will believe it!

Therefore, he began to worry, if Tang Yi lost, he would have to apologize to Wang Fu in front of so many people, that would be so disrespectful, and he would be ridiculed as a pretender!

However, although he was very worried about Tang Yi, in his heart, he harbored a glimmer of hope. What if Tang Yi really had amazing skills in making pasta and beat Wang Fu?
It's not without reason that he thinks this way, because he can see that Tang Yi is not the kind of person who deliberately pretends to be coercive. When Wang Fu just responded to the challenge issued by Wang Fu, Tang Yi also seemed very calm and confident. It doesn't look like it can be pretended.

"I hope I can win!" Zhang Dong couldn't help thinking silently in his heart.

At this moment, Tang Yi and Wang Fu had already entered the kitchen.

The kitchen of this noodle shop is not too spacious, but it is not too crowded. There is enough space for Tang Yi and Wang Fu to make noodles together.

On the cooking table in the kitchen, there are many noodle making utensils and ready-made noodles, dough, flour, etc.

Naturally, Tang Yi would not choose to use ready-made noodles to make noodles, because the quality of the ready-made noodles was really poor, far from meeting his requirements.

So, he chose to knead the dough first, and first took a bag of flour and spread it on an empty basin on the cooking table.

He inserted his palm into the flour, and said silently: "Ingredient upgrade technique!"

As he silently recited the ingredient upgrade technique, the ordinary wheat flour in the basin was transformed into top-grade wheat flour in an instant, and the color of the flour became much brighter, with a faint wheat fragrance emanating from the flour.

However, this subtle change was not noticed by others at all.

Later, Tang Yi brought a basin of clear water, and he used the ingredient upgrade technique to upgrade the basin of clear water to Longchi spring water, poured it into the flour, and began to knead the dough.

Soon, a dough is finished.

At this time, Wang Fu was also kneading noodles, and he didn't use ready-made noodles. As a chef, he knew very well that freshly kneaded noodles had the most texture.

After kneading the dough, Wang Fu subconsciously glanced in Tang Yi's direction, and saw that the color of the dough Tang Yi kneaded was actually different from his. He frowned slightly, but he didn't think too much, just thought Tang Yi added some cooking oil when kneading the dough.

Thinking of this, the corner of Wang Fu's mouth curled up into a sneer. Adding cooking oil when kneading the noodles is quite a stupid way, because the noodles made in this way will make people feel greasy.

He could already imagine Tang Yi's noodles being disgusted later.

"I'm sure I'll win this game!" Wang Fu sneered, and then quickly pulled the noodles, pulling the dough into individual noodles.

But Tang Yi's next steps were completely different from Wang Fu's. Tang Yi didn't have ramen, but chose to take out the beef from the refrigerator.