"It's natural that it's fair. Everyone chooses one dish, and then make both dishes on both sides, and then leave it to professionals to select it after it is finished." Mo Qiuran said, "I'm too lazy to talk about the evaluation rules. Everyone has the ability to judge. I think senior, you are not the kind of person who is willing to rely on background power to defeat others. Everything depends on your own ability."

Originally, Mo Qiuran subconsciously wanted to make a dragon to serve as a ingredient. Later, after thinking about it, it might be similar to cheating in others' eyes, so it changed to normal when it was exported.

Caesar's expression eased a little a little. Mo Qiuran's words were still very much to his liking. Moreover, as he said, he let the words go, and he would not find any excuses to explain!

So a slightly strange scene appeared. The struggle between the kings turned into a competition between the president of the student union, Caesar, and the S-level kitchen competition that happened once in 40 years. Such a magical plot was probably not expected by anyone except Chu Zihang... No one else expected it... No, there was another person.

"I know." The principal sighed slightly, "that child really doesn't play by the rules."

"Hahaha, I like this child! I think the child from the Gatuso family must have been caught off guard and looked confused!" The old cowboy laughed wildly.

"At his age and identity, he can cook at most, not to mention that his opponent is still a Chinese, even if he is good at it..." The principal shook his head.

"The Italian cuisine has a long history and a variety of styles, but compared to Chinese cuisine, it's still a big deal... I remember wanting to spend a year eating all over China, but I didn't even go out of that province that year. I remember it seemed to be called Sichuan." The old cowboy looked down at his beer belly and sighed.

"I remember there is a legend that the origin of pizza was the Chinese scallion oil pie. After Marco Polo returned, he wanted to eat it, so he asked his friend to imitate it. However, that friend didn't know how to put the filling into the dough, and finally put it on it and turned into pizza." said the principal.

"It really looks like this," the old cowboy nodded.

...

Just as the meaning revealed between the words of the principal and the old cowboy... Caesar lost, but lost completely.

It’s not that Mo Qiuran has such a superb cooking skill. Although Mo Qiuran, an orphan who grew up alone, is indeed good at cooking skills, he is not as good as a master.

However, everything is afraid of comparison.

Caesar Gattuso, the emperor of the Gattuso family, has been educating and frugal since childhood and has received the highest-end education and training in the world, and is proficient in horses, archery, boating, fighting, shooting art and culture, etc. It is a real genius!

But he is always alone, and being a human has its limits, so... cooking skills... are indeed his weakness, because he has never learned it since he was a child and is not interested. After all, what the Gattuso family wants to cultivate is an emperor rather than a chef, and the emperor does not need to cook by himself!

So he failed this time.

Although he has put out 100% energy to work hard, cooking, something that requires proficiency, cannot be achieved by focusing on concentration.

He was burnt.

The dishes made by Mo Qiuran are at least full of color, fragrance and taste.

"I failed." Caesar admitted frankly.

"It's okay, failure is the mother of success. After being a son so many times, he finally became a mother... Oh, sorry, this metaphor is not very appropriate. In short, proper failure is a good thing, and people cannot be omniscient and omnipotent." Mo Qiuran comforted him.

Finger, on the other hand, tried hard to shrink his huge figure to the smallest, thinking that he hoped that his junior could say less "comfort" words, otherwise it would be difficult to leave safely today... Didn't the junior see that the angry value of the person next to him increased by visible eyes?

If Caesar lost in a normal showdown, these people would not be so angry. After all, they are indeed not as good as witnessing with their own eyes... But Mo Qiuran and Caesar are comparing with cooking skills!

No matter what, they all think it is more like Mo Qiuran's "unfair morality".

But Caesar would not, he was born as the lion with a golden mane, he walked on the grassland like the sun rising and setting. He could fall, but his justice could not fall, he was a person who lived for pride all his life.

People who are truly proud will not make excuses for losing. They will only admit their failure frankly, then study hard, and then do their best to defeat the person who defeated them, and bring back their pride and honor!

"In a month, I will challenge you again." Caesar said, giving himself a month to study.

"What are you challenging me?" Mo Qiuran was puzzled.

"Of course it's cooking," said Caesar.

"Oh...or, I don't think others are convinced," Mo Qiuran scratched his head and said, "A month later, since you challenged me, the content will be up to you, including cooking skills, but also everything you are good at, no matter what... it is OK."

The audience returned to silence again, and everyone was surprised. This time, including Chu Zihang, it proved that he looked at Mo Qiuran.

However, he was also the fastest to accept this fact. Mo Qiuran has a reason for everything he did. At least for now, he has not seen Mo Qiuran say it and never did it.

The anger of the student union members gradually disappeared because they finally realized that the boy in front of them was S, who met once in forty years, and he was even more cherished than a giant panda. Most of them only knew that the principal was S, and the principal was a well-deserved legend, a legend of dragon slaying, and a leader among the mixed races.

How bad can such a person be?

In their eyes, Mo Qiuran was like finally putting away the lazy tiger and awakening from his sleepy state. After confirming Caesar's character through a "ridiculous" competition, he believed that he had the qualifications to compete with him, so he finally decided to be serious and show his duel attitude... This is the real duel between kings!

If Mo Qiuran knew what they thought, he would definitely complain that they were all crazy and were hopeless to be able to get too much hatred after winning by using such means!

As for failure? That's something Mo Qiuran had never considered. No matter how strong Caesar was, he was still a human. Being a human means that he had his limits, but Mo Qiuran was different.

He is cheating.

"...Are you sure?" Caesar raised his eyebrows. His voice hesitated for the first time, which was caused by someone's daring to say such words in front of him. But immediately he saw Mo Qiuran's eyes, so he felt that he understood everything. It turned out that this was an opponent who was truly confident to defeat him in any aspect!

It's really...

Very good!

Caesar is looking forward to it, no matter what the result is!

"Of course." Mo Qiuran smiled slightly, and he looked around, thinking that since he decided to pretend, he might as well pretend to be a big shot.

So, as his eyes focused, the boy's voice was light and clear, and it sounded like a beating of war drums in everyone's ears.

Whose war?

To everyone.
Chapter completed!