Jiang Dasheng is a very ordinary person with an ordinary appearance, no background, half an otaku, and little experience. He has never had a girlfriend in his early twenties. He has been with Miss Wu for many years and his right arm is extremely thick.

However, Jiang Dasheng also thinks he is not ordinary because he has the highest professional identity chef in today's society.

"Bang"

The sound of the dream breaking, Jiang Dasheng wiped his mouth and woke up with his sleepy eyes. When he was awake, he realized that he had become a formal chef, obtained a star badge, handed over a young and beautiful girlfriend, and became a big winner in life... These scenes are just imaginations in the dream. Jiang Dasheng's sigh and murmured dejectedly: "When will I become a regular apprentice!"

In fact, Jiang Dasheng only stepped into the food industry with half his foot. He is an apprentice in a star-rated hotel kitchen in Jingchu Province. The master is a special chef with more than a dozen disciples. The number of apprentices is even more than a hundred. Jiang Dasheng is not eye-catching in the group. He tear opens his inner scars and says that his scores in each period are easy to find from the back to the front. The day of being promoted to a disciple is far away.

Last night, he practiced his basic skills until very late. Jiang Dasheng got up with difficulty and washed up.

He has a good small single room, one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom, and there is a area of ​​dozens of square meters. If he is promoted to a formal disciple, he will be more favorable. According to the usual rhythm of life, Jiang Dasheng went into the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth, turned on the TV in the living room, turned on the volume up, and the morning news that came into the bathroom was very clear.

The pleasant female voice broadcast said:

"...This is a professional star hotel in Jingchu Provincial Capital. The reporters at our food station have arrived at the scene. Below is a video of the on-site reporter's interview with the hotel management."

With a beep, the TV screen switched. After the female reporter asked a question, a thick male voice that made Jiang Dasheng tremble all over his body answered:

"We really welcome Chef Xia and his party to enter and provide the best service to the best of their ability!"

master?

Jiang Dasheng didn't bother to spit out foam and rinse his mouth, so he ran out of the bathroom, opened his mouth wide and watched the TV screen.

A middle-aged man with great momentum stood in the camera, wearing chef's clothes, carrying his hands on his back, and a work sign "Someone hotel deputy chef" hung on his chest. He was swept away by the middle-aged man's eyes from the air, and Jiang Dasheng almost got dizzy.

Immediately, Jiang Dasheng opened his mouth to the greatest extent because of the content of the TV program, "What, what, that Xia Demon King, the Demon King of Mianshi, is he staying in our hotel?"

He immediately turned his head and stared at the calendar on the TV cabinet.

Today is Saturday!

"My God!" Jiang Dasheng suddenly recalled his taste, then felt a dizzy turn, dumbfounded, "Doesn't this time mean that tomorrow, Sunday... Xia Demon King is about to climb Baiyun Pavilion?!"

He was so busy that he almost forgot about this big thing!

Wash your mouth and wash your face, quickly put on your apprentice work clothes, Jiang Dasheng rushed out of his personal residence and rushed to the skyscraper not far from the hotel dormitory building as quickly as possible.

The small garden and parking lot in front of the building are covered in darkness.

It seems that it happened to run into a time point when a big shot interview was over. Media people left in groups of three or three.

A female reporter passed by, and Jiang Dasheng heard her joke and laugh at the cameraman: "I really don't know how to describe this Demon King Xia. He said he was arrogant and young and energetic, but he rarely appeared in public, rarely accepted interviews, and was very low-key."

"Why!"

The female reporter's smile turned gloomy, "But, this time he has a great chance of playing with it. He can do whatever he wants outside, but if he comes to the door to play the house like this and dances on his head, how can the head Huang He, the head of the sect, tolerate it!"

The cameraman shook his head, his eyes showing a hint of ridicule of watching the show: "Demon King? This nickname is okay to scare the younger generation, but it is a joke for the Dragon Chef at the level of Huang Chu."

"I think, this time, the devil is going to die, just in time, the popularity of this person has been on the rise in the past six months."

Jiang Dasheng, who came for his idol, was angry when he heard this: "Chef Xia will not lose!"

The loud voice that blurted out spread across the hotel's main entrance, and many media people looked at each other.

The female reporter who was talking in a low voice, the cameraman gave Jiang Dasheng a strange look, and said nothing more, speeding up and leaving in a hurry. But before they left, the look of looking at people seemed to mock Jiang Dasheng for his blind admiration for his idol Xia Demon King. In other words, with the current online and offline public opinion atmosphere, there are probably only a small group of "brainless fans" who firmly believe that Xia Yu can still maintain his golden body when confronting a dragon chef.

Jiang Dasheng is a very small number of "brainless fans". He stood among the scattered crowd and suffered all kinds of strange eyes.

At this time, a wide palm rested on his shoulder.

"You are not alone."

The low and resolute male voice was not very standard in Chinese, with a bit of a foreign accent. Jiang Dasheng looked up in shock and found that there were several people standing behind him. He reached out and patted him on the shoulder. He was a very strong man in suit with a buzz cut and a toned face with a refreshing smile.

The faint sense of familiarity made Jiang Dasheng strange. He seemed to have seen this person somewhere.

Another middle-aged man with long red hair and black T-shirt and jeans stepped forward and said, "Yin, it's time for us to go in, he's waiting."

The man's clear eyes swept across Jiang Dasheng and grinned slightly: "I have the same view as you. In this cooking showdown, the winner must be... Xia Demon King!"

"Okay, okay!"

Masato Kamihara came up with a small box, "Remember, we are foreign tourists, be low-key!"

The igo trio and Yuanyue’s two legendary masters have arrived.

The heroine Ryoko Lina will take off her sunglasses. She is an office workplace woman outfit, slim trousers, which highlights her straight and round legs. Inside the suit is a lace white shirt. The very plump and material things tighten the buttons. From the side, no words can be used to praise her body with a convex front and a curvy back.

Hotel, top floor.

Dingdong.

When the elevator door opened, Xia Yu said to these friends who came from afar: "It's great that you can come and watch the game."

In fact, this visiting team came uninvited and sent a text message to Xia Yu before boarding the plane.

Xia Yu also knew that "Worship" had spread to the international community in the past week. The heat and influence of the incident fermented and spreaded, reaching an unprecedented peak. The exotic viewing group composed of Dojima Gin, Kamihara Masato and others is just one of countless teams. Until tomorrow, there will definitely be many exotic faces in Baiyun Pavilion Square.

"Such an event is a completely public duel for Dragon Chef. It's hard to encounter once in ten years, so you can't miss it!" Gin Doshima stepped out of the elevator with a refreshing smile.

"Chima and the others cannot be on the scene because of their studies." "Shura" Chiaki Ichiro smiled, "But they will definitely watch the live broadcast in front of the TV to cheer for you."

"How, how sure is there to win?"

Kamihara Masato and Aoki Secta asked at the same time.

A pair of beautiful eyes that looked like a hidden pool were also Yingying, and Xia Yu spread her hands: "This is my first battle with Long Chu, I can't tell you..."

Words stop.

Xia Yu received no movement for many days, and then a new task prompt popped up suddenly, with a look of eagerness to try:
Chapter completed!