Because the incident of "framed the blame" last night happened too late, even if the police came to the hotel to take the person away for interrogation, only a few senior executives in the hotel knew about it.

They originally wanted to make some compensation to Chen Chong, but they were rejected by the latter and repeatedly told them not to be noticed, so this matter passed quietly.

However, Chen Chong did this naturally not because he was worried that Jin Cheng would be suspicious, but just didn't want Li Xiang and others to know, so as not to make the matter worse and worse. In the end, he had to come forward to explain the whole story and then expose the ice corpse.

Ice corpse does not belong to this world. Once suspicious of someone, it is an unsolvable bug!

Of course, if Chen Chong thought, he could also eliminate the traces of the ice corpse in the whole thing, but in this way, there were too many "unreasonable" that needed to be justified.

For example, why that woman entered the room but didn't know... For example, why could that money be put into the wardrobe openly, etc.

In addition, Chen Chong didn't want to tell Jincheng's identity too early because there was no evidence.

Although he has a good relationship with Li Jianbang, who can know what the relationship is between Li Jianbang and Jincheng? What if he reminds him kindly but treats it as a wind in his ears, Jincheng will have an opportunity to take advantage of it and turn things around.

In short, now is not the time to tear apart, so as not to affect your mood during the game. When all the games are over, he will let some people know what the consequences of provoking him will be.

After getting out of the car, Chen Chong, Fatty Li, Zhao Si and Li Xiang walked directly through the crowds and entered the backcourt of the gymnasium, while the others followed the audience lined up outside the field to pass the ticket gate.

"This is the clothes I bought for you in the morning, so change them quickly." Entering the backcourt, Li Xiang immediately took out three sets of chef clothes from her bag and handed them to Chen Chong and the other two.

Since the food street has entered the finals, it is still necessary to customize some uniform clothing like other teams.

"Okay." Zhao Si took the lead, without saying nonsense, tear open the packaging and put it on his body directly, and put it on his high chef's hat. The chef's temperament immediately became prominent.

The whole set of clothes has no gorgeousness, the color is white, and there are three red fonts of "Food Street" printed on the chest.

"Puchi..." Chen Chong couldn't help laughing.

"Why are you laughing?" Li Xiang's eyes immediately looked over, with warning signs in her eyes.

"I just suddenly thought of a joke, don't get me wrong." Chen Chong quickly curled his smile. The stain on his body has not yet been eliminated, so it is not advisable to start a war with the former at this time.

The reason why I laughed is mainly because if this set of clothes is not set off by the chef's hat, it is exactly the same as the white coat in the hospital. I don't know where Li Xiang made it. It's so perfunctory. After all, it's okay to give her an apron!

"I know what you are laughing at!" Li Xiang hummed: "Time is already in a hurry, so it would be nice to print the three words "food street". Moreover, it is really difficult to find Uncle Li's clothes!"

Hearing this, Fatty Li wiped his cold sweat awkwardly and quietly walked aside to put on his clothes. However, his belly was too big and he collapsed the buttons. In the end, he could only open his clothes, making him look like a fat doctor holding a fried spoon!

Li Xiangquan pretended not to see it, and after saying "Come on", he pretended to answer the phone and slipped away, his clothes looking guilty.

"This clothes are too small..." Fatty Li smiled and explained a few casually.

Chen Chong didn't know how to answer the conversation, so he pretended to wear his own chef's uniform.

Fortunately, the size of this dress is quite suitable. The only drawback is that it still does not cover the flip flops on its feet!

Chef Li with a big belly, Chef Zhao, who looks like a fitness coach, and Chef Chen, who is lazy, stands together, and the style of painting is indescribable.

"Everyone, we're meeting again." A cheerful voice sounded from the side. Chen Chong and the other two turned to see that it was Wangjiang Pavilion's team that arrived, and the speaker was naturally the main force of the team, bald Luo Feng.

The other two are Qi Ya and Xiao Ya who played in the second round yesterday, all of whom are familiar faces.

"How is it? Did it succeed?" Zhao Si took the lead and said something that seemed a bit inexplicable to others.

"The method you taught me is very detailed, it's successful." Luo Feng nodded and looked at Chen Chong again, "I really didn't expect that it turned out that you were the main force of the food street, and you hid it so deeply."

"There is no such thing as whether the main force is not the main force. They are all cooks." Chen Chong shook his head with a smile.

"Most chefs won't practice the scoop so well." Luo Feng's eyes flashed and he said meaningfully: "But the stronger you are, the happier I am. I hope you and I can all play your best in the later game!"

"Sure." Chen Chong shook hands with him. His impression of the latter was quite good, at least not as sinister as Liu Yuan and Zhang brothers.

"The last three minutes left in the game, please go to the entrance hall to prepare." Someone reminded him with a loudspeaker and immediately led the way in front of everyone.

When they arrived at the entrance of the passage, they found that Wang Xing, Wang Shan and another participating chef had been waiting here for a long time.

Wang Xing smiled and nodded at everyone, saying hello, and then looked at Chen Chong for another time, then went to chat with his enlightenment mentor Wang Shan.

It was said to be the final, but the atmosphere was relatively calm at this time, and there was no ubiquitous smell of gunpowder like yesterday.

...

At the same time, the atmosphere in the main arena was a different scene.

The judges entered the seat, the singing and dancing warmed the venue, and various conversations from the audience.

It is not difficult to see from the attendance rate of the audience that there are more audiences today than yesterday, with tens of thousands of seats sitting around two-thirds.

After the singing and dancing performance, the lights in the museum started to light up, and the two hosts of the commentary seat appeared on the big screen, Liu Hua and Mu Mu.

"First of all, thank you for participating in the final of the last day of the 7th Chef Gods Competition!" Liu Hua spoke first with a smile, "After yesterday's competition, the teams that successfully advanced to the final include Dashi Dai, Wangjiang Pavilion, and the dark horses of this competition, and the food street."

"To stand out from the eighty-eight teams, these three teams have obviously proved their super high cooking skills. It can be seen that today's final will be a wonderful battle between dragons and phoenixes! And which team can finally win the championship, let's wait and see!"

After the words came, Mu Mu and Liu Hua looked at each other, and then said in unison: "Next, please welcome the contestants to the venue with the warmest applause!"

Crazy...

While applause was heard on the scene, all the lights were dim, and as the spotlight shone towards the entrance of the passage, the first detachment slowly appeared in everyone's sight.

According to the score ranking, the total score of Dashi Agent is 52 points, ranking first among the three teams.

The one that followed the Dashi Reign was Wangjiang Pavilion, which lags behind the Dashi Reign by a fraction of the difference.

Finally, there is the Food Street. Although the score is the same as that of Wangjiang Pavilion, both of which are 51 points, since two points in this score are extra points, they are arranged to appear in the third place.

However, by this time, the order of appearances has become no longer important.

"Come on Wang Xing! Come on the big era!"

"Come on Wangjiang Pavilion, and another creative dish!"

…

As the three teams appeared one after another, bursts of shouts burst out from the audience, but the support for the food street was not heard.

Of course, it was not that Charlie Zhou and others didn't shout, but that the voices of the few of them were completely drowned out by other sounds at the scene, and even a small wave was not filled.

However, although there was no shouting about the food street, the discussion about the food street quietly spread like a plague in the audience.

"I really didn't expect that the food street that is least favored has entered the finals. Unfortunately, I was born at the wrong time."

"Yes, when it's about to rise, I'm really unlucky to encounter such news."

"Compared with the communication power of news, the promotion package rewarded by the organizer is simply not worth mentioning, and it will even add fuel to the fire, allowing people to completely remember the three words "food street" and be linked to danger."

"Oh, I can only blame them for their bad luck..."

Many people showed regret and shook their heads helplessly.

...

Small building by the river.

Coach Qiao's family had already been guarding the TV, and the table was filled with fruits and snacks.

"Dad, I'm really sleepy." Qiao Yi sat between the couple with a bitter face, spreading his long hair with his long shawl.

Just ten minutes ago, she was preparing for lunch break and was forcibly pulled to the first floor by her own mother, saying that she was accompanying them to watch the game.

"Don't you want to learn to cook? Well, this is a good opportunity." Coach Qiao laughed.

"What is this opportunity?" Qiao Yi gently stroked her forehead, "Others are master-level existences. I am a beginner, so how can I understand it?"

"It's okay, it's good to have a long experience." Zhong Xueqin answered.

Seeing this, Qiao Yi was stunned. She always felt that the two people around her were quarrels, but they couldn't figure out what was going on.

"Daughter, who do you think these three teams can win the championship?" Coach Qiao suddenly asked.

"How could I know..." Qiao Yi leaned against the backrest of the sofa and replied casually.

"I think Dashi Dai can win the championship! Because Wang Xing is very popular!" Zhong Xueqin said confidently.

"You can win the championship if you have high popularity? You are too naive. I support Wangjiang Pavilion. Although the chefs in Jiang Pavilion are all young people, the Yangtze River waves push the previous waves, and one wave is stronger than the other!" Coach Qiao retorted.

"Nonsense, if you are young, you are strength, then wouldn't the kindergarten children be stronger?" Zhong Xueqin rolled her eyes.

"You are quite unreasonable." Coach Qiao argued at the top of his throat.

"What's wrong with me just being unreasonable? Why don't we bet two or one?" Zhong Xueqin said while slamming the table.

"Just bet if you want to bet, I'm afraid you won't succeed!" Coach Qiao was not showing any weakness, and even sparks were almost emerging in his eyes.

Looking at their formation, Qiaoyi, who was sitting in the middle, was startled and quickly persuaded: "What are you two doing? Isn't it just a cooking competition? As for making you fight red?"

"Your mom is unreasonable!"

"Your dad is unreasonable!"

"Okay!" Qiao Yi smiled bitterly. Just as she was about to continue persuasion, she found that the couple looked at them, and an ominous premonition quietly emerged.

"Daughter, do you support him or me?" Zhong Xueqin asked with a serious face.

Qiao Yi's face was suffocated. This was simply a desperate multiple-choice question. No matter who you choose, it was wrong! So, after struggling for a while, she said angrily: "I...I choose a food street!"

"Now, each of us has a different position. Let's wait for the final result." Coach Qiao spread his hands, then exchanged a look with Zhong Xueqin without any trace, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

If you want Qiao Yi to sit here willingly and watch the competition, the only way is to let her participate, so that she can carry out the next formal "brainwashing" work.

It's hard to be a matchmaker...

Coach Qiao turned his head, picked up the tea and took a sip, which was very comfortable.
To be continued...