This was the first time Chen Chong noticed the danger smell from a person's eyes, as if he was staring at a colorful poisonous snake, his snake skin was shiny and he spitted out a letter from a snake.

It is not difficult to guess from Zhao Xiaokang's slightly lower position that that man must be the real ruler of the Food City, Du Wenlong.

"Not any good birds." Chen Chong pursed his lips and slowly moved forward with the crowd.

If Li Shenghui didn't know about Zhao Xiaokang's series of tricks, he believed it. But if Du Wenlong didn't know, no one would believe it. Therefore, under such circumstances, Chen Chong would never relax his vigilance.

As for the desperate situation facing the food street now, we can only find a way to break the deadlock after the game.

…

"Is that boy?" Du Wenlong said as he looked at Chen Chong's back as he walked away.

"That's right, it's him." Zhao Xiaokang nodded, "I really don't know where Li Jianbang found such a person. It's really a headache."

"This kid has good concentration." Du Wenlong seemed not to hear the former's complaint and said to himself: "There are not many people who dare to look directly at me."

"That's called overestimating one's own abilities." Zhao Xiaokang disdained.

"But didn't he win the team championship with the food street?" Du Wenlong looked at Zhao Xiaokang and asked, "And it was under your various obstructions."

"I..." Zhao Xiaokang said in a silence and gritted his teeth: "That boy is lucky."

"Luck is also part of strength." A cold light flashed in Du Wenlong's eyes, "Don't forget who sent him to the final."

Seeing this, Zhao Xiaokang's heart trembled violently, and was startled by the former's eyes. He vaguely felt that Du Wenlong's personality was getting colder and colder, and he was moody.

It may be difficult to see changes in the short term, but compared with Du Wenlong, who was carefree and often drank with him, the changes were very big, and they were completely different.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault." Zhao Xiaokang did not explain, nor did he want to explain. After all, the Food Street was able to advance to the finals from the second round because what he did in the first round was exposed, which led to the latter's chance to get a vote, and he defeated the Food City by one point.

Of course, if you have to dig into the bottom line, it will naturally be the pot of the Zhang brothers. If they can wash the vegetables or be more careful, even if the food street gets an extra two points, it will not be possible to make waves. Zhao Xiaokang's series of practices have indeed caused real troubles to the food street. If it were other teams, they would have been eliminated as early as the first round.

Therefore, from an objective fact, Zhao Xiaokang is not wrong.

"I'm sorry?" Du Wenlong frowned, as if he was about to get angry, but he laughed in a blink of an eye and patted Zhao Xiaokang on the shoulder, "It's all my brothers, so how can I say sorry? I'm just saying it casually."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xiaokang smiled and didn't answer. He didn't know whether the former was true or false, but he couldn't tell the difference anyway.

"It's been a long time since we competed." Du Wenlong looked at a figure behind Zhao Xiaokang again.

"It's been four years."

Li Shenghui's gray hair blinked in the sun, giving people a sense of steady, restrained and gentleness, which contrasts sharply with Zhao Xiaokang's haze and Du Wenlong's unhurried and self-righteousness.

"Time flies so fast." Du Wenlong sighed.

"Yes." Li Shenghui nodded, his language was concise and clear.

"You are still the same, and you haven't changed at all." Du Wenlong didn't care and kept smiling.

"You have changed a lot." Li Shenghui glanced at the former for a few more glances, then walked towards the entrance of the gymnasium, leaving Du Wenlong and the others stunned.

"Brother Long, Shenghui has always been this kind of personality, don't think too much." Zhao Xiaokang quickly smoothed out the situation.

Although all three of them stayed in the Food City, Li Shenghui was withdrawn by nature. He rarely stepped on the sixth floor except for staying in restaurants to cook food. However, Du Wenlong gradually disappeared from the world over the years, either went out to find inspiration or stayed in the room on the sixth floor. So after a while, the two of them had almost no chance to meet.

"I know." Du Wenlong said with a calm expression: "It seems that the agreement that year was indeed a bit cruel to Shenghui. What do you think?"

"This..." Zhao Xiaokang hesitated.

The agreement between Du Wenlong and Li Shenghui began fifteen years ago, and at that time, they were still running their own restaurants in the food street!

At that time, in order to let Li Shenghui leave with him, Du Wenlong and him privately spread rumors that the former was not as good as Du Wenlong's cooking skills.

Fifteen years ago, Li Shenghui was still a young man, so he could not bear such stimulation. He was immediately aroused and wanted to compete with Du Wenlong. However, this was just the first step of their plan.

The plan is divided into three steps.

The first step is to lead Li Shenghui to the bait;

The second step is to maximize the brewing of Li Shenghui's emotions.

Du Wenlong found countless excuses to refuse, such as worrying about affecting friendship, worrying about affecting the restaurant business after obvious results, etc. In short, no matter what Li Shenghui said, he refused. On the one hand, it aroused Li Shenghui's appetite, and on the other hand, it made the rumors worse and worse, and then acted on Li Shenghui in reverse, causing it to form a vicious cycle.

As long as there is no result in a day, rumors will be exaggerated without limits. This method is consistent with the experience of today’s food street!

The third step is the closing stage, which means responding to the challenge. The losing party must agree to a condition that adds the lottery to the game.

At this time, Li Shenghui had been so excited by rumors that Kenben had no intention of thinking about other things. This was exactly the result he and Du Wenlong wanted the most.

For fairness, the competition location was chosen in his restaurant, and it was night. In his words, Li Shenghui and Du Wenlong had a good relationship. There was no need to face the match with so many people. Just announce the results of the competition later. This was also a preparation to express the "condition".

The result of the competition was actually already destined, and Du Wenlong also expressed his request, which was to let Li Shenghui leave the food street with him. Of course, in order to make Li Shenghui's mistakes with the previous matter, Du Wenlong promised to accept Li Shenghui's challenge every year in the future. As long as the latter wins, he can also make a request, including leaving the food city.

Looking at Li Shenghui's slightly lonely back, Zhao Xiaokang showed a faint bitter smile on his lips.

In fact, although the outside world agreed fifteen years ago that Du Wenlong's cooking skills were stronger than Li Shenghui, in fact, Li Shenghui's cooking skills were better. Unfortunately, Li Shenghui did not like to show up in public. Many customers remembered the dishes, but could not remember the reputation, so they gradually forgot this point.

Originally, the result of that game should be Li Shenghui's victory, but as the referee Zhao Xiaokang moved the scales to Du Wenlong.

Zhao Xiaokang could no longer remember where he was tampering with his hands and feet. He only remembered that Li Shenghui had white hair because of the competition.

"Forget it, this incident has troubled Shenghui for so many years. I hope he can beat me today." Du Wenlong walked into the crowd to himself, "This guy takes promise too seriously."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xiaokang was silent for a moment and sighed quietly. Frankly speaking, Li Shenghui had no chance of winning, because after that game, he never interfered with any subsequent competition between the two, and Li Shenghui never won again.

Du Wenlong's cooking skills have improved so quickly that he has long been at the top of the pyramid!

...

When Chen Chong entered the backcourt, the inside was already full of contestants, and the staff were holding small speakers to continuously maintain order on the scene.

"It's so hot, have the air conditioner turned on?"

"There are too many contestants in this year, right? I remember when I came to participate in the last session, there was still a place to sit in the backcourt area. Now, I can only stand and stare at you."

"There is no way, people pay more and more attention to food, so the importance of similar competitions has also increased. Look, how could there be any media people like journalists, anchors and other media in previous years?"

"I have to find a chance to go to the camera, what if it gets popular."

"Don't dream, if people don't interview you, who knows who you are?"

"Did you see the old man in the emperor?"

"What is someone else's identity? How could it be like us to gather here and wait for the game to start. I've been invited away by President Jiang long ago. I'll probably enter the venue alone in a while."

"I'm so fucking envy."

"If you enter alone, others have already advanced to the second round."

"What?"

"Don't you know? Every chef is qualified to enter the second round directly! You don't have to participate in the first round."

"Damn it! Doesn't this mean that you have already become the top ten before the competition has started?"

"It's over, five or six hundred people compete for nine places, which is really annoying."

"I'm wrong, there are eight! Because there are two chefs!"

"Two? Who is the other one?"

"I know, he is a person from the Food City. He was the last chef god. Since the last veteran did not participate in the competition, he was very controversial. Many people believe that if the veteran veteran participated in the competition at that time, he would be able to capture the chef god again."

"This is really unlucky."

"As you say that, today's game is really exciting, the two chef gods compete for the dominance!"

"So, the unenviable guy, it seems like we have no chance at all."

“Haha…Haha.”

"Don't laugh, nothing is absolutely true. If a dark horse really appears, that's interesting."

"Dark horse? Who? Let's hear it."

"Luo Feng from Wangjiang Pavilion and Wang Xing from Dashi Dynasty, these two have a chance!"

"Hehe, sorry, according to the latest news I have received, the so-called two dark horses are not participating in the competition this year because in yesterday's competition, one of them frostbite and the other one burned their hands...."

"Don't underestimate the food world in Longjiang. In addition to Luo Feng and Wang Xing, Shen Ruyun from Zhulin Tea Garden, Gu Shangsheng from Gudao Fishing Mansion... well... by the way, there is also the champion of yesterday's team competition, Chen Chong from the food street!"

"Yes, that guy, yesterday was a real dark horse!"

"Come on, the individual competition and the team competition are not the same level as each other. The individual competition tests the chef's all-round skills, and no one else can help!"

"Yes, yes, you're right. I hope you won't be slapped in the face then."

…

Many contestants gathered together to express their opinions, making the backcourt as noisy as the vegetable market. For a time, even the small horns in the hands of the staff did not play much role.

So, they changed to a larger speaker!

"Ahem..."

The staff coughed twice, and the harsh sound suddenly rang throughout the audience, mixed with a tingling sound like metal rubbing, making the gums hurt.

"Everyone, please be quiet. You will be in three minutes. Please queue up according to your respective numbers."

As his words fell, before many contestants could take action, the entrance passage not far away flashed with a flash of light from the field inside.

The host was in the warm room, and the audience was cheering. The rhythmic music spread through the narrow passage, affecting the hearts of every player in the backcourt, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
To be continued...