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Chapter 222 Drowning is Happiness

Chapter 222 Drowning is Happiness

"This unlucky traitor has disgraced himself and sent him abroad, and even put his own life on the line."

The crutch in Miyamoto Tenqi's hand poked loudly, but he was more worried about his safety.

"Call him quickly and tell him not to do anything stupid. Even if you don't admit to this kind of bet, it's nothing."

But it's just a matter of face, the Miyamoto family can still afford to gamble.

As for those chatterers, they didn't dare to gossip behind them, they didn't have the courage and guts.

"I'll call right away."

The butler didn't dare to delay for a moment, picked up the landline next to him, and dialed the other party's number.

When Takeshi Miyamoto received the call, he realized that his father was watching TV.

He faced the direction of the camera, knocked his head several times, and said apologetic words, but his attitude was very firm.

"Father, your son has made you ashamed, but this expert's Tang makes me willing to admit defeat and be your son again in the next life."

After three beeps, he slowly closed his eyes, quietly waiting for the arrival of death.

Miyamoto Tianqi looked at his stubborn son, his eyes were blood red with anger.

It's just a bet, and there's no need to take it so seriously.

He stared at the bowl of soup with piercing eyes. It was nothing but a bowl of plain water. He didn't know what kind of ecstasy drug the other party had given, which could fool his son around.

But no matter how worried he was, he was thousands of miles away, and now there was nothing he could do to stop his son's stupid move.

It is impossible to understand the feeling of a white-haired person sending a black-haired person to someone who has not experienced it.

I saw the boy on the TV slowly raised the knife in his hand, and saw that he slashed at the opponent's neck.

Miyamoto Tianqi's ten fingers were close together, tightly twisted together, the hatred in his heart erupted like a volcano.

But Mo Fan's knife slashed across the top of the opponent's head, directly cutting off a whole piece of hair on the top of his head.

The originally handsome hairstyle instantly changed to a Mediterranean one, and the whole person instantly aged, giving him the feeling of being a teenager.

Takeshi Miyamoto could feel that blade passing across the top of his head, and the unusually cold feeling made him feel a chill in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, he slowly opened his eyes. Everyone on the audience stage widened their eyes and opened their mouths.

He touched his neck, his head was still there.

He looked at Mo Fan puzzled, and saw that the other party threw the knife very coolly, and nailed it to the chopping board in an instant.

"In front of food, I still don't want to make it too bloody, so I won't be able to eat."

If the other party does not recognize the bet, even if he is not killed in front of the national audience, he will be dealt with in private.

Takeshi Miyamoto's calm attitude made him change his previous opinion, and he was willing to give him a chance to change his mind.

"Aren't you going to kill me?"

Takeshi Miyamoto stood up from the ground, looking at the back that was as straight as a pine and cypress, he realized that the gap between himself and the other party was more than a star and a half.

Not only in terms of cooking skills, but also with a broad mind, there is no way to compare myself with the other party.

"Leave your little life for now, don't do anything outrageous in the future, otherwise I'm still eligible to take it back at any time."

Mo Fan turned his head and smiled lightly, and walked directly to the stage.

Seeing this, the judges put aside their criticisms and walked away cheerfully.

Everyone took a big bowl and scooped out the soup in it. Everyone sat in their seats and tasted it, not so much tasting it, but taking advantage of this opportunity to eat it.

The people on the audience stand were drooling, and their curiosity was even greater.

The few people sitting in front had relatively long legs, they directly stepped over the security guards, and ran to the side of the boiled water they looked down upon.

Completely forgetting what he said before, he licked his face, picked up the bowl and poured a bowl for himself.

The moment they drank it, they understood why Takeru Miyamoto, such an arrogant person, was willing to kneel on the ground and admit that he had done something wrong before.

If they were to be replaced by them, they probably wouldn't have the face to say that the food they made could taste better than this.

This pot of soup caused a sensation, and everyone rushed to come over. In order not to make things worse, the judges drank the pot of soup straight away.

People with better luck have also tasted some flavors, like a flash in the pan, so beautiful that people can't fault it, the only shortcoming is that it is too short.

The soup made by Mo Fan is the same, it tastes so delicious that it is impeccable, but there is only one bucket.

There are tens of thousands of audiences on the stage, and one drop is not enough for one person.

Feng Wei hid in the dark and was fortunate that when those people squeezed in to fight for it just now, his sleeve touched the soup in the pot. Although there was no smell left, he could still smack it a few times.

There was no image and temper that a master should have. When everyone regained their senses, the scene was in chaos, and even the previous pot had completely changed its shape.

Feng Wei stood up and announced, "The champion of this competition, even if I don't say it, everyone knows that it is Mo Fan!"

At this moment, everyone was overwhelmed by the taste.

They no longer have any objections, and Mo Fan also took advantage of this opportunity to advertise.

"I opened a chain store called Xingchen Restaurant, where I can enjoy five-star treatment, and the soup you just drank just now can be sold on sale at the end of every month."

The reason why the soup tastes good is because of the recipe in his mind, as long as he follows that recipe, the soup will naturally not taste bad.

From today on, everyone will remember Star Hotel.

Mo Fan didn't introduce too much, he just mentioned it casually.

"As for the prize of this competition, I heard it is a top-notch luxury car. My final solution is to sell this luxury car and donate it to those who need it most."

Mo Fan put this car directly into welfare work.

He now has countless cars under his name, even if he drives in a different style every day, 360 five days a year, he can guarantee that he will not repeat the same.

He has always believed that there is a cause and effect.

It is also a joy to be able to help those who cannot afford food.

The image of Mo Fan in the minds of those people instantly became extremely tall.

Those who abused before had a face full of shame, wishing they could find a crack in the ground and sneak in.

After the game, some people gave Mo Fan his business card in private, wanting to taste the soup he made with his own hands. Some of the audience had tasted it, and some hadn't tasted it yet.

The sensation caused before made everyone's hearts itchy, wishing they could turn into a mosquito and fly directly into the soup, drowning would be happiness.

(End of this chapter)