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The voice was not loud, but the shocked people present did not dare to come out.

The cruelest punishment for a chef is not to let him be a cook, not to let him do chores, but not to allow him to pick up a kitchen knife, tie an apron, put on a chef's hat, and stand in front of the cooking table to cook.

Moreover, this sentence was still said to the ambitious Jiu I Tangshan, it is conceivable that with the latter's arrogant mentality, how could he agree to the conditions that Lin Feng said.

After all, it would be even worse to keep Kuga Dozen from stepping into the kitchen than killing him.

"I promise!"

Jiu I Tangshan looked at Lin Feng deeply, nodded and said.

"What?"

"I heard you right, did I?!"

"For a long time, my husband actually agreed to the other party's unreasonable request?"

"Impossible!"

After hearing Kuga's kind words, everyone began to talk about it, thinking that they had heard it wrong.

Thinking that Lin Feng didn't hear his words clearly, Jiu I Tangshan continued: "I promise you the conditions, if I lose, I will never step into the kitchen again!"

Lin Feng, who had received an affirmative answer from Jiu Mei Tangshan, continued: "In addition, I still have one condition..."

And the conditions?!

Jiu I Zhaoji, who was sitting on the chair, suddenly got up, looked at Lin Feng and shouted, "Enough, we won't compete in this game!"

However, Jiuga Tangshan glared at Jiuga Zhaoji and scolded angrily: "Sit down for me, is it said that the cooking duel is not comparable?"

Then, Jiu I Tangshan turned to look at Lin Feng and said, "Say, what are the other conditions?"

"Actually..."Lin Feng shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "There are no conditions, as long as my husband keeps his promise." "

"Definitely!"

Kuga Dozen nodded, not nervous at all.

At the same time, Hojo Hitochi and others slowly lifted the lid on the plate under the expectant gaze of the diners.

The moment the sealing lid was lifted, a white bright light filled everyone's eyes, and if you looked closely, it turned out to be steaming heat.

"It's so fragrant~"

I don't know who took the lead in mentioning it, but everyone standing in the hall smelled the strong fragrance.

If the spicy fragrance wafting out of the boiling pot was destroying everyone's taste buds before, then now this rich fragrance is completely paralyzing everyone's taste buds.

"This is..."

After a long time, Teruki saw the tofu sprinkled with grains on it, and his face became embarrassed, and he said slowly, "Holy Basil?!"

In the previous competition with Lin Feng, I had seen the other party join the holy basil when cooking, and now that I see it again, it is inevitable that there will be bad emotions.

This situation is very similar to the beginning, but the person who fought against Lin Feng has become his father from him.

Subconsciously, I spooned it again for a long time, probed towards the mapo tofu on the plate, scooped up a spoonful of tofu and slowly put it in my mouth.

"Hmm~"

The moment of the entrance, Jiu I Zhaoji's face instantly turned red, and he couldn't help shouting: "It's so spicy——!!"

At the same time, Miyoko Hojo, who was standing behind everyone, had a misty look in her eyes, and she also remembered the game in the past.

"Miyo..."

Ryoko Yamato looked down at her daughter, and her face changed instantly.

At this moment, the appearance of his daughter is very similar to that of Kobayashi Gentian.

The attentive Yamato Ryoko followed her daughter's gaze and happened to look at Lin Feng who was facing away from them.

In the next second, a thought came to Yamato Ryoko's mind, but it was quickly erased by her, if this is really the case, I'm afraid that her daughter won't have a chance at all.

......

If it is said that the mapo tofu made by Kuga Dozen interprets the spicy to the extreme, like a volcanic eruption. Then, the magic mapo tofu made by Lin Feng is like everyone interpreting another spicy taste.

It's spicy, but it's not exciting, but it's addictive, and you don't feel thirsty.

Among the three, Jiu I Zhaoji was the most touched, he had tasted the mapo tofu made by Lin Feng at the beginning, but he didn't expect to taste the dishes made by Lin Feng again today, and the latter's cooking skills had made such great progress.

"Hiss~"

Hojo Hitochi, who tasted a bite of magical mapo tofu again, gradually lost the flush on his face.

The rich aroma of garlic fills the mouth, and the tip of the tongue, which was originally numbed by spicy and numb, gradually recovers, and the body and mind are happy.

At the same time, the middle-aged man showed a puzzled expression and said, "No, this taste... That's not right..."

"Look, that's it, how can the imp win Mr. Kuga. "

"Did you hear that, there are already judges who say that his magic mapo tofu tastes wrong!"

"The outcome has been decided, the little ghost can't even protect the kitchen knife, will he be beaten by his mother when he goes home?"

Everyone who stood from the perspective of Jiu Mei Tang was good, and when they saw that some judges questioned Lin Feng's cooking, they immediately began to fall into the ground.

And after hearing everyone's words, Hojo Miyoko, who came back to her senses, had an angry faint on her face, and shouted, "What do you know?!"

"We..."

The man who turned around and was about to scold angrily saw that it was Miyoko Hojo, and hurriedly sneered and said, "What do you know about a little girl?"

"You're crazy, she's the daughter of Chef Hojo. The companion next to the man whispered.

After hearing his companion's words, the man was first startled, then showed an indifferent expression, and said, "Hmph, even if it's the daughter of Chef Hojo, it shouldn't be long hair and short knowledge!"

"You..."

Miyoko Hojo was about to say something, but was stopped by Yoshiko Yamato.

Seeing her mother shaking her head, Miyoko Hojo glared at the other party, and then put her eyes on Lin Feng, expecting the other party to make a move that surprised everyone.

However, Lin Feng kept his hands on his chest, and he always had a shallow smile on his face.

"No, definitely not!"

"The taste is wrong, the chewiness is wrong!"

"It's... This should..."

The middle-aged man looked down at the plate, rolled back and forth in the plate with a spoon in his right hand, and said, "It's not meat foam!!"

Not meat foam?!

After hearing the middle-aged man's words, both Hitomo Hojo and Tenori Kuga stopped tasting the food and focused on the brown powder that wrapped the mapo tofu. _

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