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Chapter 89 Competition with Senior Brother 2
As soon as these words came out, everyone at the scene gasped. The incident between Bei Dao and Jiang Guangming was a turmoil back then. Only one eye, just keep your mouth shut.

"Stinky girl! What do you mean!"

Chen Xiangqin sneered: "Why, are you scared? Don't think that no one knows what you did back then!"

Having his scar exposed, Jiang Guangming was a little out of breath. He took a deep breath, stabilized his mind, and looked at her coldly: "Okay, you can gamble, but if I win, you will never be able to enter Culinary world! Can't be a chef!"

"it is good!"

Xu Shouyi, who was standing by the side, said, "Then I'll be the referee! Both of you are Bei Dao's apprentices, and your sword skills must be very good!" Halfway through his sentence, he suddenly gasped, and stopped in the second half. Stop talking.

When Jiang Guangming heard what he meant, he wanted to be better than the swordsman. He had practiced hard with Beidao for more than ten years. Although he was not as good as old Uncle Dong, he was definitely more than twice as good as the stinky girl in front of him.

Chen Xiangqin's face twitched. Didn't Brother Yi know that he had only studied for a short time?Why is it better than a knife tester? !
Gathering his breath, Xu Shouyi continued, "Today, we're not going to compare knife skills, but the simplest and most difficult delicacy—egg fried rice!"

He also deliberately bumped Jiang Guangming with his elbow: "Your son is more than ten years old, and you must have spent a lot of time practicing swords. If you compare swordsmanship, you will be a bit invincible!"

"Egg fried rice is egg fried rice! I'm still afraid that a little girl will fail!" In Jiang Guangming's view, no matter what the competition is, the other party is not his opponent.

When Chen Xiangqin heard that it was better than fried rice with eggs, she almost jumped up with joy. She walked to Xu Shouyi's side, winked at him, and said in a low voice, "Brother Yi, thank you!"

Soon, two long tables were placed on the stage, and the ingredients for egg fried rice were also placed on the tables. The media reporters clicked on the tables, and soon someone noticed the difference. .

"The ingredients are all the same, but Comrade Chen Xiangqin's table has an extra pot!"

"Yes, why does she have two iron pots!"

"Look, she doesn't have a frying spoon! How can I fry later?"

The dialogue between several people attracted the attention of many people, and they were full of curiosity about the next competition.

"Leaders and comrades, the culinary challenge from the brothers and sisters of the same school is now officially started!"

As soon as the hostess spoke in a correct voice, Jiang Guangming picked up the kitchen knife and quickly cut the side dishes, each knife was fast and steady.

With a smooth operation, he quickly cut and arranged all kinds of auxiliary ingredients neatly. Whether it was orange carrots or green bell peppers, they were all formed into small cubes of one centimeter. If you pick up two at will, they can overlap perfectly.

Everyone was immersed in his performance, and Chen Xiangqin also started to make preparations. Although she often practiced knife skills in the space, she could not catch up with the other party's 20-year skills. Honestly take it step by step.

"Sure enough, Junior Sister is still a bit off the mark! After all, she is still too young!"

"It would be such a pity if we lose! You will never be a chef in this life!"

"Admit the bet and admit defeat, who made this girl so crazy!"

The few masters in the audience were not optimistic about Chen Xiangqin. Director Jiang and the three of them just heard the whole thing. They are also comparable in appearance, maybe they are not as good as others!"

Qiangzi also chimed in: "Master is right! The skills of these guys can't compare with yours, let alone Comrade Xiao Chen!"

The master and apprentice vented their anger through one nostril, and made the gossiping chefs very angry.

"What are you two talking about!"

"Yes! What do you mean by the words?!"

"Exactly! What do you mean?!"

Director Jiang accompanied the smiling face, and began to smooth things over: "Oh, you are all old comrades from our province, don't be angry, don't be angry, the pattern should be bigger, the fat master's words are indeed not pleasant, but the words are rough and unreasonable. Rough!"

Several chefs looked at each other, and they always felt that something was wrong!Before they could react, Director Jiang said again: "Okay, let's concentrate on watching the game!" He changed the subject, and the focus of the group returned to the stage.

At this moment, Chen Xiangqin has finished cutting and matching all the side dishes, while Jiang Guangming has already started frying eggs. He skillfully flips the spoon to keep the heat going, and keeps moving and changing the iron pan to ensure that every small piece of scrambled eggs is cooked perfectly. Heats evenly.

"Little girl, the old man Bei Dao probably hasn't had time to teach you the skill of turning spoons! Hahaha!" His words were full of provocation.

Chen Xiangqin cast a glance at him, and said with a sneer: "Whether you win or lose, I don't know yet! Aren't you afraid of talking too much and flashing your tongue!"

Jiang Guangming sneered: "Oh, little girl, you better take care of yourself! You don't even need a spoon, I'll see what you do later!"

"Then just keep your eyes open!"

As soon as the words fell, Chen Xiangqin poured a whole plate of cold rice into the iron pot. This operation really made the audience in the audience gasp.

"Shouldn't the fried rice be fried with the side dishes first, and then the rice at the end? Hokuto's new apprentice seems to be nothing more than that!"

"Could it be that the practices of the north and the south are different?"

"Even if it's different, you should scramble the eggs first! After frying the rice and then scramble the eggs, the rice will be cold! Doesn't it mean frying for nothing!"

Before the audience in the audience could react, Chen Xiangqin picked up another iron pot, buckled the two pots up and down, exerted all her strength, and saw her vigorously shaking her arms in circles. The chefs from all walks of life were stunned.

Jiang Guangming was also taken aback by her actions!What kind of technique is this?Could it be that the old man Bei Dao still has some unique secret books? "Little girl, what kind of technique is this? Who taught you?!"

Chen Xiangqin rolled his eyes at him, squeezed his throat and said deliberately: "Of course it was taught by the master! Why, didn't the old man teach you back then?"

!!!

OK!The old man really kept a hand!Jiang Guangming frowned, his whole face was stretched, and he snorted coldly: "Hmph! Don't think that you can cover up your poor cooking skills with fancy movements! You are still a little tender!"

Chen Xiangqin didn't bother to talk to him, and devoted all her attention to the fried rice. After shaking for a few minutes, she lifted the iron pan on the top and poured all kinds of ingredients and seasonings into it, even the egg liquid. Poured it in, and finally added a small spoonful of spirit spring water that she took out from the space.

(End of this chapter)