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Chapter 217 The food in the Dragon Kingdom is garbage
Chapter 217 The food in the Dragon Kingdom is garbage
"Congratulations to this contestant, successfully advanced."

When Feng Wei announced the result, he couldn't help but take a second look.

He hadn't seen this young man's strange face before. When did such a strange person appear in a gourmet restaurant.

He is really looking forward to his next finished product, will it bring surprises again.

After Mo Fan finished the game, he retreated directly to the rest area.

Wang Si was envious. He thought Mo Fan was just messing around, but he didn't expect that he was the clown.

The other party not only completed the work ahead of schedule, but also received unanimous praise from the judges, which simply exceeded his cognition and imagination.

Wang Si is cooking a dish that he has studied carefully. The name of this dish is "Mandarin Ducks Playing in the Water". The main thing is to carve two mandarin ducks out of tofu.

He has spent a lot of effort on this, and the time can't be too long, otherwise the taste of the tofu will change.

But if the time is too short, the carved things will be too rough, and the most perfect state will not be presented.

But he still finished his work with the fastest speed.

Although he was also well received by the judges, he still felt a little uncomfortable, but Mo Fan was his good brother, so what felt in his heart was not jealousy, but joy.

Takeshi Miyamoto is different.

When he comes here to compete, he thinks that he is superior to others. There is no way to compare with these people. What he makes is also unique.

Instead of making his best lobster sashimi, he made a casual cold dish.

The first round of competition was simply not worth his best work.

He stood proudly on the spot, waiting for the judges to give him the green light, his chin was almost raised to the sky, he looked like a full-fledged uncle.

He does have the capital to be proud of. All the works he presented are worthy of being on stage, and the judges praised them again and again after eating them.

Takeshi Miyamoto walked down the rest area with satisfaction, and immediately an apprentice handed over towels and water, taking care of this uncle in every possible way, and all the media flocked to him.

Not only did he greet him with greetings, but he also asked him if he was confident of winning the championship this time.

Takeshi Miyamoto said very arrogantly: "Winning the championship was not my original intention, but it is indeed in my pocket."

The reporter smiled awkwardly, and then asked, "Then what is your original intention?"

"Prove to the world that the cuisine of Longguo is the most rubbish existence."

Takeshi Miyamoto didn't shy away from it, even if all the people present were from the Dragon Kingdom, he didn't care.

For him, only things from his own country are the best, and everything else is rubbish.

The reason why he came all the way this time is not because he is interested in this so-called champion, but because he wants to prove to everyone that the so-called cuisine of Longguo is rubbish.

And the sashimi made by oneself is the most respected delicacy in the world.

Wang Si heard what he said in the audience, and wished he could go up and knock the bridge of his nose crooked.

"The appearance of a villain's success is as if someone cares about him."

Come over with a big lick of his own face, and still have the face to say these words, it is simply disgusting.

"Quiet the fire, I think the hair on the back of you is about to stand up."

Mo Fan saw his words getting louder and louder, and his eardrums hurt when he heard it.

This guy is still the same as when he was a child, and his patriotism has never diminished.

Although he has gone abroad, in his words, it is his true purpose to earn foreign money and spend it in Longguo.

"Look at this bastard, it's like who cares about him. This kind of thing should be thrown out directly, so as not to stain my eyes."

Wang Si looked to see if the reporter would get angry, since the same blood flowed all over his body, and the same skin grew on his body, but he still had to kneel and lick that foreigner, it was simply a disgrace.

If he were those reporters, he would rather starve to death than go forward, and completely lose the face of his ancestors.

When he spoke, he didn't deliberately lower his voice, and the words naturally reached Miyamoto Takeshi's ears.

The other party put his hands on his hips and turned his head, his fierce look frightened Wang Si.

But the arrogance in his bones made Wang Si straighten his back and stare fiercely at the other party.

"I'm telling the truth, what do you want?"

Wang Si said bravely.

Takeshi Miyamoto pushed aside the crowd of reporters and walked towards him slowly.

The opponent is tall, almost two meters tall, standing there is still very oppressive.

For the other party, Wang Si is a petite person, only reaching his shoulders.

"I remember you made a mandarin duck play."

Takeshi Miyamoto said slowly.

"That's right." Wang Si raised his head proudly, but he put his mind to it, and he thought his knife skills were good.

Takeshi Miyamoto smiled contemptuously, "That's garbage. The place where garbage should stay is not on the dining table, but in the trash can."

"What you do is rubbish." Wang Si retorted unwillingly.

He made a so-called cold salad, which was simply disgusting.

Taking someone else's cooked food, adding a few random ingredients, and saying that it's a cold salad made by myself, it really puts gold on your face.

"Your Longguo's food is unpalatable and disgusting. It's not the essence of the food. So many seasonings will only increase the risk of cancer. Food should be natural, and it's not messed up by you."

Takeshi Miyamoto thought that he was right.

With so many seasonings added to these Longguo dishes, the original deliciousness of the food has been covered up, so what qualifications do they have to be served on the dinner table.

And his sashimi retains the natural delicacy, and the secret seasonings added are not harmful to people's health.

Only such healthy and natural food can be called food.

And the things made by Longguo can only be called rubbish.

"Do you know what primitive people look like?"

Mo Fan spoke silently beside him.

Miyamoto Takeru shook his head. Although he had read history, he was not very familiar with primitive people.

"They just gnaw on raw meat. If you want the natural taste too much, you can gnaw on it."

As soon as this sentence came out, there was a roar of laughter.

Mo Fan pointed to the fish tank next to him, "The fish in it are all natural, you can chew one and I'll take a look."

There's nothing wrong with liking sashimi, but you can't slander what other people like because of what you like.

What's more, eating raw food has the danger of bacteria, which is higher than their chance of getting cancer. It is a miracle that they can survive until now.

This buddy put the cart before the horse, probably because of the sequelae caused by the different growth environment!
(End of this chapter)