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In fact, Xu Mao has no idea in his heart, and he is not sure whether Jiang Feng will stay in the store, or choose a better future.

But in any case, at least they can't hold him back now.

Even if Jiang Feng's choice is something he doesn't want to see, in a friendship, he will still smile and wish him a bright future!

The cooking competition will start soon.

Compared with the rest of the contestants, Jiang Feng's cooking is like a personal show.

Gorgeous knife skills, gorgeous spooning, every step is just right, even the mastery of the fire is perfect.

The scent that tantalizes the taste buds wafts out quickly, and with just a slight sniff, all the judges present have already made a decision in their hearts.

In particular, when he took that bite, his eyes lit up, which cannot be fooled 04.

The result was no surprise.

The champion was naturally Jiang Feng, holding a golden spoon-shaped trophy, he walked to the front of the stage, in front of several reporters with microphones, vying to ask questions.

"Mr. Jiang, what is your impression of this award?"

Jiang Feng chuckled, his smiling eyes swept across the crowd, and landed on Xu Mao's area: "First of all, I would like to thank my brothers who supported me, who are also my close comrades-in-arms colleagues."

As he spoke, he curled his lips into a smile, the man's slightly curved mouth, and his slashed face fell into the eyes of the reporters at close range. It was extremely impactful, and the screams resounded throughout.

He said: "I am honored to be their head chef. Although they often say that I have superb cooking skills, good looks, and good personality...but I think that I am able to win the award today is not solely due to myself. Can't do without them!"

What they said was sincere and sincere, and everyone was moved by their feelings.

Only a pair of eyes full of resentment suddenly appeared in the corner, staring closely at the much-anticipated Jiang Feng.

Zhao Hao gritted his teeth, clenched his fists tightly, and the green veins popped out on the back of his hand: "Why?!"

Why is Jiang Feng able to stand under the spotlight so shiningly, catching the attention of all the people?!

All of this should be his!

The more he thought about it, the more angry Zhao Hao couldn't hold back, he rushed out from the corner, pointed at Jiang Feng on the stage, and cursed loudly: "Jiang Feng, what are you pretending here? Those who don't know really think you are a good person !"

"Fuck, don't put gold on your face, you are a pure bastard!"

Zhao Hao spat, then turned to face the reporters, and shouted loudly: "You don't know, do you? Jiang Feng is not as simple as he looks on the surface. You scum, don't be fooled by him!"

When Zhao Hao appeared suddenly, many people didn't react. Hearing such words suddenly, they were shocked to realize that there was definitely an unknown big melon in it.

In line with the professional ethics of journalists, they almost poked the microphone in Jiang Feng's face.

"Mr. Jiang, please 260 ask what you said to this gentleman, do you have anything to explain?"

Jiang Feng smiled slightly, the white chef's attire, under the bright white light, was very soft and surprisingly elegant.

It's like, nothing was said, but everything was said.

Zhao Hao couldn't get used to Jiang Feng's defiant appearance, so he yelled again: "Jiang Feng, do you dare to admit it? Today I will report your evil deeds in front of all reporters!"

"Save scum like you, deceiving others!"

The righteousness he said is awe-inspiring, as if he has portrayed himself as a person who hates evil.

In the eyes of the reporters who don't know him, it really looks like that. .