"Chen Chong, let's find the location first."

After finally sending Chen Chong to the entrance of the backcourt, Li Xiang and others rushed to the main entrance of the gymnasium. Fortunately, because Chen Chong was a contestant, they did not need to buy tickets in advance this time. The organizer included all the tickets, and the viewing location was pretty good.

Various flashes behind him were still flashing densely. Chen Chong turned his back to everyone and entered the waiting area under the guidance of the staff.

Every time I enter this familiar place, Chen Chong's feelings are different.

In the first round, the backcourt area was crowded with people, and even the temperature of the air conditioner could not be felt. The conversation around was buzzing, and the atmosphere was extremely lively; in the second round, there were only ten people, although it was not deserted, but it was not lively.

However, now, the empty waiting area is just a staff member, and there are not even a chat person in addition to themselves.

He found the seating area beside him, picked up a cup of hot water, and sat on the sofa and waited quietly.

In fact, everyone already knows what the last round is about. Even if they can't guess the details, the general direction will never be wrong. They must cook a dish seriously. As for what dishes to cook and how to cook, it is unknown.

Chen Chong crossed his legs and carefully calculated the dishes he had mastered now.

There are secret beef sauce, authentic fish-flavored shredded pork, authentic Mapo tofu, five-color glutinous rice, roasted pepper beef, exquisite sweet and sour pork ribs, pickled cabbage fish, classic casserole chestnut chicken, top-quality tofu with abalone sauce, and special small buns and rose vinegar.

Among them, the production process of secret beef sauce, five-color glutinous rice, roasted pepper beef, and the best tofu with abalone sauce are quite time-consuming and definitely not suitable for competition.

And the others...

Frankly speaking, even if Chen Chong did the other dishes to the extreme, he was not fully sure of winning. After all, Mr. Huang and Du Wenlong had both won the title of God of Chef, and these dishes were almost no threat to them.

"After all, I have too few dishes to master, and there are even fewer dishes that can be used for competitions." Chen Chong took a sip of water and sighed secretly.

If he is given more time, complete more tasks, and obtain more recipes, I believe that winning the game will definitely be as easy as taking pictures.

Calculate the time, it only took a few months from the time of obtaining the Doom Game to the present. Although the process is dangerous and weird, it is not without gains. At least before the food street accident, the popularity of the restaurant was rising sharply, and his cooking skills became stronger and stronger in the cooking process, and the skills used in each dish became his own thing.

To be honest, through understanding and handling different ingredients, he can completely ignore the recipe and complete dishes beyond his memory independently.

For example, the best-known green pepper shredded pork in the past, the method of handling shredded pork with fish-flavored pork is integrated into the fish-flavored pork. As long as you master the heat and seasoning ratio, you will definitely reborn the previous green pepper shredded pork, which is very impressive.

This is not blind arrogance, but the self-confidence naturally formed when the cooking skills rise to a certain level!

"It's a pity that the championship effect of the team competition has not only failed to play the due role, but has also contributed to the fire, making people remember the food street deeply, of course, it is negative."

As soon as he thought of this, Chen Chong shook his head with a wry smile, drank the water in the cup, and then continued another cup.

"However, it would be useless to solve the dilemma of the food street before the team competition rewards were executed." He placed the paper cup on the coffee table, then pillowed his hands behind his head, leaned against the back of his chair, and closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

Compared with team competitions, the competition benefits of individual competitions are much simpler, only for individuals.

In other words, as long as you gain honor and popularity in individual competitions, you will not be affected by the environment, because everyone recognizes you as a person, not the food area you are in.

In addition, the individual competition award is cash reward, with the first place receiving 500,000, the second place receiving 300,000, and the third place receiving 100,000.

In terms of value, this amount of money is simply not as good as the promotion rewards of the team competition, but it is very real and something that can be seen and touched.

If Chen Chong can get the chef god, he can not only complete ordinary tasks, but also use the "decoration restaurant" that is about to complete simple tasks, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

And more importantly, the title of "Cook God" is priceless and the highest honor of the chef. No one can resist this temptation, even if there is no substantial reward in the individual competition!

Therefore, rather than saying that the top three in the individual competition have rewards, it is better to say that the ultimate goal of all participants is the "unique", and the reward is the second.

It is still the old saying that a soldier who does not want to be a general is not a good soldier, and a chef who does not want to be a chef is not a good chef. The same is true.

In short, at this point, Chen Chong actually did not want to ascend to the supreme position simply to complete the task. Once this idea appears, it will be difficult to curb.

"Um?"

Chen Chong, who was closing his eyes to rest, suddenly noticed that the red exclamation mark in the upper left corner of his vision suddenly flashed a few times, which made him sit up straight and look surprised.

Under normal circumstances, flashing exclamation marks generally means that the task is completed or a special task prompt is triggered, but the problem is that it has not completed anything.

"Did the special mission be triggered?" He quickly denied the conjecture.

Although the game had a prompt when collecting ordinary tasks, saying that it might trigger special tasks after completing tasks, it was obviously not now.

He did not continue to think about it carefully, and opened the game of doom. He imagined that a prompt box popped up and appeared. There were only various options he saw after entering it.

If the Doom Game is a program on a computer, he might think that the probability of making a mistake is high, but it is obviously not, but an existence that science cannot understand, so the probability of making a mistake is almost zero.

He opened [Special Task] and there was no information inside, and it was blank.

Open the [Life and Death Roulette] again, and the number of times the turntable is displayed as zero, and there is no sudden increase in a few points as you imagine.

【Doom Value】, 【Rare Assistant】, 【Props Warehouse】, 【Unlock Achievements】..

Open these options in turn. Except for the increase in [Doom Value], the contents in the other options are exactly the same as before the game, and there is no change at all.

The doom value has not increased much, only a few hundred points. It was obtained by Ice Corpse selling buns in the morning two days ago, and it is not uncommon.

Chen Chong looked at the last option, which was also the most familiar option in the past, [Daily Task].

Entering [Daily Task], before he had time to check whether there was any change between [Simple Task] and [Ordinary Task], he was completely attracted by a line of eye-catching red options.

The color is as bright as blood!

Mission of Hell!

Since completing the last difficult task and unlocking the title of "Defaultless", the difficult task no longer appears. According to the prompt, it will be replaced by [Hell Mission], but it does not appear every day.

This was the first time Chen Chong saw a task marked with blood red. The color was so pure that after just a few more glances, he felt uncomfortable breathing. An extremely depressed emotion quietly emerged and could not be dissipated.

It seems that this color is not a dead object, but a living object, written by hot blood!

"Hell-level...bloody..."

Chen Chong adjusted his breathing and hesitated to turn it on.

[Hell Mission: Horror Arrives (Seriously Warning: This mission is extremely dangerous. Once received, you will directly reward two lucky values ​​with a 50% turntable point, and it cannot be cancelled. If the mission fails, you can only die!). Will you receive it? Yes/No]

“…”

Chen Chong chose to quit without saying a word, leaving this task behind for the time being without thinking about it.

Although the number of turntables that increase good luck is very tempting, he has no need to rashly block his life for such things now.

No matter what perspective it is, it is not worth it!

"Xiao Chen, you came very early."

Just at this moment, a familiar voice sounded from the side. Chen Chong quickly withdrew from the game of misfortune and looked in the sound. He saw Mr. Huang, who had gray hair and rosy complexion, slowly coming under the leadership of two staff members.

"Anyway, the hotel is idle, so why not come here early to feel the atmosphere." Chen Chong took two steps forward and said with a smile.

Putting aside the age gap, the two of them can meet here today, which is enough to show their status in the food industry, so no one thinks there is anything wrong with Chen Chong speaking in a peer-like tone.

What's more, his seemingly inconspicuous two steps forward fully demonstrated a young man's respect for the elder.

"Hotel? Oh, I forgot if you don't say it. The university town is not close to the city center. I really don't have time to go back during the competition." After Mr. Huang finished speaking, he thanked the staff and then came to Chen Chong alone. "I'm taking advantage of it. My family lives nearby. After lunch, he took my grandson to stroll around the park, so he rushed over slowly."

"Haha, what's the advantage?" Chen Chong smiled and pointed to the sofa beside him, signaling Mr. Huang to take a seat, while he took a step back.

Chen Chong was respectful to the senior in the food industry in front of him. After all, the other party actually won the title of "Cook God" five times, and his strength was beyond doubt.

And there is a detail worth noting. Mr. Huang just mentioned the university town rather than the food street, which shows that he cared about Chen Chong's real situation very much, at least he was not a person who was relying on his seniority and was unrestrained.

After the two of them took their seats, Mr. Huang carefully looked at the young man in front of him and finally said with praise: "Your cooking skills are really amazing!"

Chen Chong smiled and shook his head, knowing that the other party had nothing to say, that was about age. If his age was similar to that of the other party, he would naturally not be surprised.

"It's just good luck."

"You are a little too modest. For cooking competitions, luck is useless." Mr. Huang stroked his beard gently. "Looking back then, when I was as old as you, I was still working for others. I could not even cook vegetables or wash dishes all day long."

"So, did you not study cooking when you were young?" Chen Chong asked.

"Haha, in our era, eating was a problem, so we didn't have the heart to learn cooking skills. We learned secretly in the kitchen when we were working." Mr. Huang shook his head, "Later, there was a sudden acute appendicitis in the restaurant, and there were customers in the restaurant. The boss could only bite the bullet and let me push it. But I knew that the effect was pretty good."

Hearing this, Chen Chong looked at the expression in front of him carefully. Although he was smiling, he smiled brightly. It seemed that the time was not as simple as ‘the effect was not good’, and it should be amazing.

“So you become a chef?”

"Chef...is it." Mr. Huang thought about it carefully and smiled: "However, I don't care whether I am a chef or not. I only know that since then, I like to observe the status of customers when eating. Sometimes I frown, sometimes nod, sometimes I eat two more bowls of rice, sometimes I feel drowsy, etc."

Chen Chong seemed to understand but not understand.

Mr. Huang ignored it and said to himself: "After watching it for a long time, I found that those who frowned meant that they did not taste the taste at the first time, and the food lacked the focus; those who nodded mean that the food had the focus and knew what was eaten; those who ate two more bowls of rice mean that the food was in line with their appetite and was appetizing; and those who were drowsy... "

"What does that mean?" Chen Chong asked.

At this point, Mr. Huang suddenly patted his thigh and laughed, "That must have been on the night shift the day before!"

"Puchi..." Chen Chong was also amused by the former's humorous language, but his smile gradually subsided, and he said seriously 'Thank you'.

This old man seemed to be talking about interesting things when he was young, but in fact he was teaching himself experience and giving himself a dose of preventive vaccine in advance!

It is not difficult to understand the experience. He tells himself that the preferences of customers are the only standard for delicious food!

And the vaccination...

He was worried that he would be frustrated in the later game, so he told himself in advance that the game was not the only criterion for judging delicious food!

Mr. Huang nodded with a smile, and a ray of light flashed in his eyes that were squinting because of his smile, and he looked at Chen Chong a little more high-mindedly. He was young and skilled in cooking and extremely intelligent. Such a person is destined to be extraordinary in the future.

Chen Chong did not notice the former's expression, because just a second ago, his eyes fixed on Du Wenlong who had just come in from the door.

Du Wenlong was tall and stood in front of him like a wall, blocking the light reflected from the door, making the field a lot darker.

The two of them were in contact with each other in mid-air, and they pointed their fingers at the wheat rays.

Last night, one drove the ghost to attack, while the other encountered the ghost was safe and sound.

Neither of them was mentally prepared for such a result, so when they met, they were very complicated in their hearts. Fortunately, everyone knew the other party’s background and chose not to expose each other, and there was no need to expose each other. After all, who would believe it after exposing it?

Du Wenlong withdrew his gaze and passed by the rest area with a blank expression. After standing at the entrance, he never moved again.

"I don't like this guy, it's gloomy, as if the whole world owes him money." The old man suddenly approached Chen Chong and muttered in a low voice.

Chen Chong pulled the corner of his mouth, and it turned out that this highly respected senior also had an unknown childish character.

"So, I," he said.

‘Ding! The competition starts three minutes later, please prepare in the entrance channel.’

As the electronic sound sounded, the chef gods competed for the hegemony finally began!
Chapter completed!