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Text Chapter 897 The chef is not easy to mess with either

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    When Field came to the headquarters of Tower 2, he found that the tower was in full swing.  It's not a quarrel or a fight, it's a stir-fry.

    There are two stoves, one of which is Shi Bafang.  It's just that at this moment, Shi Bafang seemed completely oblivious and didn't notice Field's approach at all.  On the contrary, the chef standing on the stove opposite Shi Bafang did not have any reaction after discovering Field. He just glanced at Field lightly and then ignored him.

    Field frowned when he saw this, and tentatively raised the rifle in his hand to shoot the cook opposite. However, with his movement, Shi Bafang said "Novel."

    "Field, don't interfere, this is my battle."

    Hearing what Shi Bafang said, Field put down his gun in confusion and asked: "Bafang, are you doing something?"

    "Let's have a test."

    "Competition? But this can also be considered a competition?"

    "Of course. Just like you are competing with others to test your marksmanship, I am here to compete with the guy across from you with your cooking skills. Don't ask any more questions. I don't have time to explain to you now. Anyway, don't interfere until the competition is over."

    "It can be solved with one shot." Field muttered in confusion.  However, since Shi Bafang said so, Field couldn't intervene anymore. Anyway, Field had already made a plan. Regardless of Shime competition, as long as Shi Bafang was in danger, it would not be too late for him to take action.  Thinking of this, Field stepped aside and quietly watched Shi Bafang moving in front of the chopping board.

    It’s actually quite nice to watch the chef cook.  But Field is a person who can't sit still. After seeing that Shi Bafang's movements were clearly behind his opponent's, Field rolled his eyes and sauntered over to Shi Bafang's opponent.  Stretching his neck to look at the other party's chopping board, Field Turán's nose felt itchy, and he opened his mouth and wanted to sneeze loudly.  Just sneeze.  Then Field won Shi Jiān for Shi Bafang.  But the cook seemed to have guessed that Field's arrival was unkind. Before Field could sneeze, he raised his hand and a piece of white stuff flew towards Field, hitting Field in the forehead. Field was hit.  He threw his head up and sneezed.

    It feels very uncomfortable to be disturbed when you sneeze.  Field was about to get angry, but he didn't expect the cook to move faster, and a long white thing fell from the sky.  It fell on Field.  Field stretched out his hand and pulled it, and it turned out to be sticky. The more he pulled it, the stickier it became. After a while, Field was stuck in place.  Let alone shooting, it's a little difficult to even move now.

    "Let me go!" Field shouted at the cook.

    "Shut up! If you keep nagging you, I'll put you in a steamer and steam it." The chef warned without raising his head.

    Field, whose movement was restricted, was furious when he heard this.  How dare a poor cook be so arrogant?  Field began to struggle.  Unexpectedly, the more he struggled, the stickier the sticky stuff stuck to his body became. After some struggle, Field couldn't even break free, and now even moving his fingers seemed a bit strenuous.

    Field immediately asked Shi Bafang for help, and then began to harass the chef with words.  He also tried to spit at the chef, but naturally the chef stuffed his mouth with a piece of radish.

    "Crunch, crunch~" Field ate the radish in his mouth and shouted to the chef: "Hey. The radish tastes good. Here's another piece."

    “Whoosh~whoosh~” Two objects flew towards Field’s mouth.  This time, Field's rice was delicious. The chef was so wicked that he threw a red pepper and a Sichuan peppercorn into Field's mouth.  Field's mouth was so hot that it was numb and spicy.  I wanted to curse, but I couldn't open my mouth, so I could only stare at the chef fervently.

    Shi Bafang raised his head and glanced at Field, and said to the chef: "Let him go. I guarantee that he will not trouble you again."

    "Humph!" The chef opposite snorted, raised his hand and picked up a basin of water and poured it on Field's head.  Field became a drowned rat, but the colorless objects that were still very sticky before also lost their stickiness.  Field returned to Shi Bafang's side in despair. Shi Bafang still blamed Field for causing trouble, but said softly: "Field, I know you want to help me, but this is my battle. Please don't interfere, okay?"

    "Oh." Field, who had suffered a lot, had no choice but to agree honestly.  In order to prevent Field from causing further trouble, Shi Bafang thought it would be better to tell Field about the matter here, so he said to Field: "Field, the fight between me and the guy opposite is related to our life and death, and we can't be careless in the slightest. Who can  If I lose, I will pay for Ziji’s life.??Go.  "

    "Isn't it just a competition of cooking skills? Why is it related to life and death?" Field asked in confusion.

    "Ruguo is just an ordinary cooking competition. After I stayed, the chef opposite challenged me in cooking. I originally thought I was going to have a big battle with him, but I didn't expect the content of the battle.  It turned out to be a competition of cooking skills. The other party was very happy that we are good at shime. We all competed in the areas we are good at. For example, I am good at cooking, and you are good at firearms. I guess Ningping and others are also competing in swordsmanship,  Medical skills and stuff like that.”

    "Oh, no wonder you told me as soon as you saw me that I was competing in cooking skills. But does this have anything to do with life and death?"

    “The cook opposite said that the full name of the cooking skills we are competing against now is the Death Chef Competition. As the name suggests, those who fail will lose their lives.”

    "But how do you decide who wins and who loses? My firearms competition is very simple, just beat whoever to death. Is your cooking competition to see who can hold someone to death?"

    "Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. Look at my feet. Is there a circle?" Shi Bafang said angrily after hearing this.

    When Field heard this, he looked down and found a circle at Shi Bafang's feet. However, Field still persisted and said: "Even if this circle opens, it will kill you, but who will judge who loses and who wins?"

    "I'm not sure about that either. The chef opposite said that he would tell me the standards of the competition after everyone makes their own food." Shi Bafang shook his head and replied.

    "Then you're not at a disadvantage? What if that guy says whoever cooks the worst food wins?" Field said with a frown.

    "Bah! I hate you for being shameless." The chef on the opposite side sighed after hearing Field's words.  Field said nonchalantly: "Why? The cowboy I fought with was very shameless. We agreed on a cowboy-style duel, but in the end, he secretly prepared a bulletproof shield. If it weren't for me, I would be very lucky. I wouldn't be able to come.  It’s here.”

    "Nonsense, if that guy used a bulletproof shield, how could you not even be injured?" the chef said in disbelief.

    "Hmph! That only shows that I am lucky and capable. Look at this. Is this that guy's thing?" Field snorted lightly, picked up the box that had been placed next to the Shibafang stove and said to the chef opposite.  When he saw the box in Field's hand, the chef opposite seemed a little surprised and blurted out: "Huh? Why did that guy give you the anti-tank rifle?"

    "Anti-tank rifle?" Field asked in surprise.  To Field, the anti-tank rifle was only known by its name but not by its actual existence.  After experiencing a man-made disaster, mankind lost a lot of important information, among which the information on anti-tank rifles was one of the lost items.  There is only a record of the name, but it is rare to see the actual object.

    The chef, who knew he was lying, ignored Field's inquiry. Since Field could not continue to do things that disturbed the game, he had to sit on the difāng not far from Shi Bafang and began to study the parts of the anti-tank rifle in his hand.  The chef opposite saw this and finally couldn't help but give a reminder.  "Every part in your hand is useful." He just said this, and then no matter how Field asked.  The chefs across from him stopped talking to Field.  I don’t know if the chef told Field to prevent Field from disturbing him anymore.

    Shi Bafang saw that Field was focused on the anti-tank rifle.  I couldn't help but feel relieved.  Everyone has their own pride. For Shi Bafang, cooking is his pride.  Although Field is willing to help, Shi Bafang still wants the upright Tongguoziji's cooking skills to win over his opponent.

    ……

    As time passed by, Shi Bafang and his opponent stopped moving with the sound of a gong coming from nowhere.  Field, who was assembling the firearm, was startled.  When he looked up, he found that both Shi Bafang and the cook had prepared the food.

    After sniffing hard, Field's stomach was making a "gurgling" sound.  Unfortunately, the food prepared by Shi Bafang and the chef opposite was not prepared for Field. Field could only look at the food on the stove with greed.

    "Hmm Now that we have all prepared Ziji's food, let's start the judging." The chef opposite coughed, stretched out his hand and patted the food, and with the sound of slaps, the scene in the tower began to change.  Upon seeing this, Field, who was very nervous, comforted Shi Bafang and said: "Don't worry Bafang, this is changing the playing field. I have encountered it before."

    As soon as he finished speaking, the scene change stopped. Field looked around again and saw that Ziji, Shi Bafang and the cook opposite were actually on the ring, surrounded by crowds of spectators.

    The deafening cheers made Shi BaFang was a little nervous, but Field was not afraid at all. He reached for his rifle and said to Shi Bafang: "Bafang, don't be nervous. These people are all fake. Don't look at these guys. They all look real."  Yes, in fact, even if you kill him, he won't even bleed. If you don't believe it, just look" As Field was about to shoot at the crowd, Shi Bafang quickly stopped him and said, "Okay, Field, I believe what you say, no need to prove it.  .”

    Being stopped, Field put down his gun with regret, and asked Shi Bafang in a low voice: "Bafang, do you have any extra food? I'm a little hungry."

    "I just know you're hungry. No, I made extra noodles. You can eat them." Shi Bafang nuzzled at the bowl of noodles placed by the stove and said to Field.

    Field believed that Shi Bafang would not fool Ziji with fake things, so he immediately picked up the noodles without hesitation, completely ignoring the glare from the chef opposite to Ziji, and ate with big mouthfuls, making a slurping sound on purpose.  The chef opposite was obviously angered by Field's actions. He tightened his mouth again and again, and finally said angrily to Shi Bafang: "Shi Bafang, can you please respect the competition?"

    "Why don't I respect the game?" Shi Bafang asked in confusion.

    "Is this called respect?" the chef asked with a look of disgust, pointing at Field who was eating happily.

    "Why is this disrespectful? I want to ask you, does the chef prepare food for shime?"

    Hearing Shi Bafang's words, the chef snorted coldly. Méiyou answered Shi Bafang's question and said: "Huh, I won't talk to you about anything else. You heard about it. Our competition is to ask the five judges to cook their own dishes.  The food will be scored, and the one with the highest score will win. For the sake of fairness, the dishes we make will be authentic."

    "Wait a minute, does the food we made earlier count as shime?" Shi Bafang asked in confusion.

    "That's just to show me how qualified you are to compete with me." The chef opposite replied with a haughty look.

    Shi Bafang was so angry that he glared, but Field was very happy. He looked at the chef opposite and asked, "Can I eat all these foods?"

    “It’s up to you.” The chef opposite replied angrily.

    "Oh yeah!" Field cheered and said to Shi Bafang: "Bafang, you're welcome."

    “Well, let’s eat, let’s eat.” Shi Bafang replied somewhat depressedly.  Field smiled when he saw this and said: "Bafang, are you depressed? You forgot what you said before. As a chef, the happiest thing is that the food you make is welcomed by others. And for me, the food you make  They are all the most delicious. Fortunately, Han Yu and Ning Ping are not here, and meiyou are two foodies. These delicacies are all mine."

    Shi Bafang was amused by Field's words, and said to Field with a smile: "Field. Thank you."

    "You're welcome? Aren't we companions? Come on. You eat too. You have worked hard for so long. Eat something to replenish your strength. Then you can defeat the cook opposite and let him win again."

    "Yeah." Shi Bafang nodded heavily.

    The chef opposite glared at Field, but unfortunately Field didn't even look at him.  He just chewed according to the record and didn't even raise his head a few times.

    Compared with the lively Shibafang side, the chef's side opposite seems much deserted.  I'm afraid of comparison in this matter, so I look at Shi Bafang's side.  The chef opposite was taking small bites of Ziji's food while glaring at Field angrily.  Just seeing the box next to Field, the chef's eyes dimmed.

    ……

    "Oh, I'm so full, I can hardly walk." After a big meal, Field said to Shi Bafang, touching his round belly with both hands.

    Hearing this, Shi Bafang laughed and said, "You deserve it. Who told you to hold on for dear life?"

    "Hehe aren't you used to being robbed by those two foodies Han Yu and Ning Ping all the time? You go and take charge of defeating the cook. I'll walk around to relax."

    "Okay, don't go too far, and don't make trouble. We won't do any evil things." Shi Bafang warned Field worriedly.

    "Sure, as long as the other party doesn't cheat, then I will just be a spectator." The other party said this very loudly, as if he deliberately said it for the chef opposite to hear.  When the chef opposite heard Field's words, he was so angry that his teeth itched. He decided in his heart that after dealing with Shi Bafang's opponent, he would immediately deal with that talkative bastard.

    "Get ready. In half an hour, we will start the first competition." The chef opposite raised his voice and said to Shi Bafang.

    Shi Bafang immediately asked: "Compared to shime?"

    "fish."

    Fish is very fishy, ??and after special treatment, the resulting fish is basically inedible.  Hearing the opponent's announcementAfter learning the content of the competition, Shi Bafang immediately told the person who came over to prepare the materials what he needed.  Field, who was walking around to eat, quickly came over when he saw this. In order to prevent the other party from tampering with the ingredients, Field followed the person in charge of the ingredients and left and came back.

    "How's it going? I'm going to do something wrong, right?" The chef opposite sneered at Field.

    Field was not angry when he heard this, nodded and said: "Don't worry, I can't do anything."

    Hearing what Field said, the chef opposite was stunned and quickly looked at the person responsible for delivering ingredients to Ziji.  The man nodded quickly and said, "Don't worry, that man was just watching and didn't notice any unusual behavior." After hearing the words of the person who sent the ingredients, the chef opposite felt his heart return to his stomach, but when he saw Field's face  With a half-smiling face, the chef opposite became uncertain again.

    When Shi Bafang saw this, he said to Field: "Don't make trouble."

    "I didn't cause trouble, it was just that guy's random thoughts." Field shrugged and replied with an aggrieved look.

    Seeing the pride in Field's eyebrows, Shi Bafang shook his head helplessly, and then began to check Ziji's ingredients to make sure there was nothing missing.  The result was very good, and the preparations by the chef on the opposite side were very complete.  There were several rare condiments, which made Shi Bafang nod secretly.

    The chef opposite finally replaced the ingredients because of Field's mischief, but he carefully checked them over and over again. From time to time Field showed a smile that showed success.

    Half an hour of preparation for the shijiān passed quickly. With the sound of a gong, Shi Bafang and the chef opposite began to work nervously. The shijiān for the competition lasted two hours. The shijiān was a bit tight. Field looked up and looked at it.  Calculating the time with the hourglass, I noticed that the chef opposite was named Taihe.

    I have never heard of this name Field.  I wanted to ask Shi Bafang, but seeing that Shi Bafang was busy, I swallowed the words that came to my lips.

    When Field came to the headquarters of Tower 2, he found that the tower was in full swing.  It's not a quarrel, nor a heated fight.  Instead, the stir-fry is piping hot.

    There are two stoves, one of which is Shi Bafang.  But at this moment, Shi Bafang seemed completely oblivious to himself.  I simply couldn't find Field's proximity.  On the contrary, it was the cook standing on the stove opposite Shi Bafang.  After discovering Field, there was no reaction at all. He just glanced at Field lightly and then ignored him.

    Field frowned upon seeing this, and tentatively raised the rifle in his hand to shoot the cook across from him, but his movement caused Shi Bafang to make a sound.

    "Field. Don't interfere, this is my battle."

    Hearing what Shi Bafang said, Field put down his gun in confusion and asked: "Bafang, are you doing something?"

    "Let's have a test."

    "Competition? But this can also be considered a competition?"

    "Of course. It's just like when you're competing with someone to test your marksmanship. Here I'm competing with the guy across from me to test my cooking skills. Don't ask any more questions. I don't have time to explain to you now. Anyway, don't interfere until the competition is over."

    "It can be solved with one shot." Field muttered in confusion.  However, since Shi Bafang said so, Field couldn't intervene anymore. Anyway, Field had already made a plan. Regardless of Shime competition, as long as Shi Bafang was in danger, it would not be too late for him to take action.  Thinking of this, Field stepped aside and quietly watched Shi Bafang moving in front of the chopping board.

    It’s actually quite nice to watch the chef cook.  But Field is a person who can't sit still. After seeing that Shi Bafang's movements were clearly behind his opponent's, Field rolled his eyes and sauntered over to Shi Bafang's opponent.  Stretching his neck to look at the other party's chopping board, Field Turán's nose felt itchy, and he opened his mouth and wanted to sneeze loudly.  As long as this sneeze comes out, then Field will win the battle for Shi Bafang.  But the cook seemed to have guessed that Field's arrival was unkind. Before Field could sneeze, he raised his hand and a piece of white stuff flew towards Field, hitting Field in the forehead. Field was hit.  He threw his head up and sneezed.

    It feels very uncomfortable to be disturbed when you sneeze.  Field was about to get angry, but he didn't expect the cook to move faster. A long white thing fell from the sky and landed on Field's body.  Field stretched out his hand and pulled it, and it turned out to be sticky, and the more he pulled it, the stickier it became. After a while, Field was stuck in place. Let alone shooting, it was a bit difficult to move now.

    "Let me go!" Field shouted at the cook.

    "Shut up! If you keep nagging you, I'll put you in a steamer and steam it." The chef saidHe warned without raising his eyebrows.

    Field, whose movement was restricted, was furious when he heard this. How dare a poor cook be so arrogant?  Field began to struggle hard. Unexpectedly, the more he struggled, the stickier the sticky stuff stuck to his body became. After some struggle, Field couldn't even break free. Even moving his fingers seemed a bit strenuous.  .

    Field immediately went to Shi Bafang for help, and then began to harass the chef with words, and even tried to spit at the chef. Naturally, the chef stuffed his mouth with a piece of radish.

    "Crunch, crunch~" Field ate the radish in his mouth and shouted to the chef: "Hey, the radish tastes good, here's another piece."

    “Whoosh~whoosh~” Two objects flew towards Field’s mouth.  This time, Field's rice was delicious. The chef was so wicked that he threw a red pepper and a Sichuan peppercorn into Field's mouth.  Field's mouth was so hot that it was numb and spicy.  I wanted to curse, but I couldn't open my mouth.  I could only stare at the chef with disgust.

    Shi Bafang raised his head and glanced at Field, and said to the chef: "Let him go. I guarantee that he will not trouble you again."

    "Humph!" The chef opposite snorted, raised his hand and picked up a basin of water and poured it on Field's head.  Field became a drowned rat, but the colorless objects that were still very sticky before also lost their stickiness.  Field returned to Shi Bafang's side in despair. Shi Bafang still blamed Field for causing trouble, but said softly: "Field, I know you want to help me, but this is my battle, please don't interfere. Is that okay?"

    "Oh." Field, who had suffered a lot, had no choice but to agree honestly.  In order to prevent Field from causing further trouble, Shi Bafang thought it would be better to tell Field about the matter here, so he said to Field: "Field, the fight between me and the guy opposite is related to our life and death, and we can't be careless in the slightest. Who can  If we lose, we will pay for Ziji's life."

    "Isn't it just a competition of cooking skills? Why is it related to life and death?" Field asked in confusion.

    "Ruguo is just an ordinary cooking competition. After I stayed, the chef opposite challenged me in cooking. I originally thought I was going to have a big battle with him. But I didn't expect the content of the battle.  It turned out to be a competition of cooking skills. The other party was very happy that we are good at shime. We all competed in the areas we are good at. For example, I am good at cooking, and you are good at firearms. I guess Ningping and others are also competing in swordsmanship,  Medical skills and stuff like that.”

    "Oh, no wonder you told me as soon as you saw me that I was competing in cooking skills. But does this have anything to do with life and death?"

    “The cook opposite said that the full name of the cooking skills we are competing against now is the Death Chef Competition. As the name suggests, those who fail will lose their lives.”

    "But how do you decide who wins and who loses? My firearms competition is very simple, just beat whoever to death. Is your cooking competition to see who can hold someone to death?"

    "Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. Look at my feet. Is there a circle?" Shi Bafang said angrily after hearing this.

    When Field heard this, he looked down and found a circle at Shi Bafang's feet. However, Field still persisted and said: "Even if this circle opens, it will kill you, but who will judge who loses and who wins?"

    "I don't know about that either. The chef opposite said that he would tell me the standards of the competition after everyone makes their own food." Shi Bafang shook his head and replied.

    "Then you're not at a disadvantage? What if that guy says whoever cooks the worst food wins?" Field said with a frown.

    "Bah! I hate you for being shameless." The chef on the opposite side sighed after hearing Field's words.  Field said nonchalantly: "What the hell? The cowboy I fought with was very shameless. We agreed on a cowboy-style duel, but in the end, he secretly prepared a bulletproof shield. If I hadn't been lucky, I wouldn't have been able to  Came here.”

    "Nonsense, if that guy used a bulletproof shield, how could you not even be injured?" the chef said in disbelief.

    "Hmph! That only shows that I am lucky and capable. Look at this. Is this that guy's thing?" Field snorted lightly, picked up the box that had been placed next to the Shibafang stove and said to the chef opposite.  When he saw the box in Field's hand, the chef opposite seemed a little surprised and blurted out: "Huh? Why did that guy give you the anti-tank rifle?"

    "Anti-tank rifle?" Field asked in surprise.  To Field, the anti-tank rifle was only known by its name but not by its actual existence.  After experiencing a man-made disaster, mankind lost a lot of important information, among which the information on anti-tank rifles was among the lost items.One of them is only recorded by name, but it is rare to see the real thing.

    The chef, who knew he was lying, ignored Field's inquiry. Since Field could not continue to do things that disturbed the game, he had to sit on the difāng not far from Shi Bafang and began to study the parts of the anti-tank rifle in his hand.  Upon seeing this, the chef opposite finally couldn't help but remind him, "Every part in your hand is useful." After saying this, no matter how much Field pressed, the chef opposite stopped talking to Field.  I don’t know if the chef told Field to prevent Field from disturbing him anymore.

    Seeing that Field was focused on the anti-tank rifle, Shi Bafang couldn't help but feel relieved.  Everyone has their own pride. For Shi Bafang, cooking is his pride.  Although Field is willing to help, Shi Bafang still wants the upright Tongguoziji's cooking skills to win over his opponent.

    ……

    Shijiān passed minute by minute, followed by the sound of a gong coming from nowhere.  Shi Bafang and his opponent both stopped moving.  Field, who was assembling the firearm, was startled. When he looked up, he found that both Shi Bafang and the cook had prepared food.

    After sniffing hard, Field's stomach was making a "gurgling" sound.  Unfortunately, the food prepared by Shi Bafang and the chef opposite was not prepared for Field. Field could only look at the food on the stove with greed.

    "Hmm Now that we have all prepared Ziji's food, let's start the judging." The chef opposite coughed, stretched out his hand and patted the food, and with the sound of slaps, the scene in the tower began to change.  Upon seeing this, Field, who was very nervous, comforted Shi Bafang and said: "Don't worry Bafang, this is changing the playing field. I have encountered it before."

    As soon as he finished speaking, the scene change stopped. Field looked around again and saw that Ziji, Shi Bafang and the cook opposite were actually on the ring, surrounded by crowds of spectators.

    The deafening cheers made Shi Bafang a little nervous.  Field, on the other hand, was not afraid at all. He reached for his rifle and said to Shi Bafang: "Don't be nervous, Bafang. These people are all fake. Don't look at these guys, they all look real. In fact, they are all fake."  Even if you die, you won't even bleed. If you don't believe it, just look" As Field was about to shoot at the crowd, Shi Bafang quickly stopped him and said, "Okay Field, I believe what you say, no need to prove it."

    Being stopped, Field put down his gun with regret, and asked Shi Bafang in a low voice: "Bafang. Do you have any extra food? I'm a little hungry."

    "I just know you're hungry. No, I made extra noodles. You can eat them." Shi Bafang nuzzled at the bowl of noodles placed by the stove and said to Field.

    Field believed that Shi Bafang would not fool Ziji with fake things, so he immediately served the noodles without hesitation.  Completely ignoring the glare from the chef opposite to Ziji, he ate with big mouthfuls and deliberately made a slurping sound.  The chef opposite was obviously angered by Field's actions. He tightened his mouth again and again, and finally said angrily to Shi Bafang: "Shi Bafang, can you please respect the competition?"

    "Why don't I respect the game?" Shi Bafang asked in confusion.

    "Is this called respect?" the chef asked with a look of disgust, pointing at Field who was eating happily.

    "Why is this disrespectful? I want to ask you, does the chef prepare food for shime?"

    Hearing Shi Bafang's words, the chef snorted coldly. Méiyou answered Shi Bafang's question and said: "Humph, I won't talk to you about anything else. You heard that our competition is to ask the five judges to cook their own dishes.  The food will be scored, and the one with the highest score will win. For the sake of fairness, the dishes we make will be authentic."

    "Wait a minute, does the food we made earlier count as shime?" Shi Bafang asked in confusion.

    "That's just to show me how qualified you are to compete with me." The chef opposite replied with a haughty look.

    Shi Bafang was so angry that he glared, but Field was very happy. He looked at the chef opposite and asked, "Can I eat all these foods?"

    “It’s up to you.” The chef opposite replied angrily.

    "Oh yeah!" Field cheered and said to Shi Bafang: "Bafang, you're welcome."

    “Well, let’s eat, let’s eat.” Shi Bafang replied somewhat depressedly.  Field smiled when he saw this and said: "Bafang, are you depressed? Have you forgotten what you said before, as a chef, the happiest thing is that the food you make is welcomed by others. And for me, the food you make  They are all the most delicious. I'm happy. Fortunately, Han Yu and Ning Ping are not here. Meiyou, two foodies, all these delicacies belong to me."

    Shi Bafang was amused by Field's words, and said to Field with a smile: "Field, thank you."

      "You're welcome? Aren't we companions? Come on, you eat too. You have worked hard for so long. Eat something to replenish your strength. Then you can defeat the cook opposite and let him win again."

    "Yeah." Shi Bafang nodded heavily.

    The chef opposite glared at Field, but it was a pity that Field didn't even look at him. He just chewed according to the situation without raising his head several times.

    Compared with the lively Shibafang side, the chef's side opposite seems much deserted.  I was afraid of comparison in this matter. Looking at Shi Bafang's side, the chef opposite was eating Ziji's food in small bites while glaring at Field with hatred in his eyes.  Just seeing the box next to Field, the chef's eyes dimmed.

    ……

    "Oh, I'm so full, I can hardly walk." After a big meal, Field said to Shi Bafang, touching his round belly with both hands.

    Hearing this, Shi Bafang laughed and said, "You deserve it. Who told you to hold on for dear life?"

    "Hehe aren't you used to being robbed by those two foodies Han Yu and Ning Ping all the time? You go and take charge of defeating the cook. I'll walk around to relax."

    "Okay, don't go too far, and don't make trouble. We won't do any evil things." Shi Bafang warned Field worriedly.

    "Sure, as long as the other party doesn't cheat, then I will just be a spectator." The other party said this very loudly, as if he deliberately said it for the chef opposite to hear.  When the chef opposite heard Field's words, he was so angry that his teeth itched. He decided in his heart that after dealing with Shi Bafang's opponent, he would immediately deal with that talkative bastard.

    "Get ready. In half an hour, we will start the first competition." The chef opposite raised his voice and said to Shi Bafang.

    Shi Bafang immediately asked: "Compared to shime?"

    "fish."

    Fish is very fishy, ??and after special treatment, the resulting fish is basically inedible.  After hearing his opponent announce the content of the competition, Shi Bafang immediately told the person who came over to prepare the materials what he needed.  Field, who was walking around to eat, quickly came over when he saw this. In order to prevent the other party from tampering with the ingredients, Field followed the person in charge of the ingredients and left and came back.

    "How's it going? I'm going to do something wrong, right?" The chef opposite sneered at Field.

    Field was not angry when he heard this, nodded and said: "Don't worry, I can't do anything."

    Hearing what Field said, the chef opposite was stunned and quickly looked at the person responsible for delivering ingredients to Ziji.  The man nodded quickly and said, "Don't worry, that man was just watching and didn't notice any unusual behavior." After hearing the words of the person who sent the ingredients, the chef opposite felt his heart return to his stomach, but when he saw Field's face  With a half-smiling face, the chef opposite became uncertain again.

    When Shi Bafang saw this, he said to Field: "Don't make trouble."

    "I didn't cause trouble, it was just that guy's random thoughts." Field shrugged and replied with an aggrieved look.

    Seeing the pride in Field's eyebrows, Shi Bafang shook his head helplessly, and then began to check Ziji's ingredients to make sure there was nothing missing.  The result was very good. The chef on the opposite side had prepared everything very well, including several rare condiments. Shi Bafang couldn't help but nod secretly.

    The chef opposite finally replaced the ingredients because of Field's mischief, but he carefully checked them over and over again. From time to time Field showed a smile that showed success.

    Half an hour of preparation for the shijiān passed quickly. With the sound of a gong, Shi Bafang and the chef opposite began to work nervously. The shijiān for the competition lasted two hours. The shijiān was a bit tight. Field looked up and looked at it.  Calculating the time with the hourglass, I noticed that the chef opposite was named Taihe.

    Field had heard this name from me, and he wanted to ask Shi Bafang, but seeing that Shi Bafang was busy, he swallowed the words that came to his lips.  To be continued)
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