The preliminary results of the God of Cookery Cup will come out soon.

Fifty people were directly eliminated on the spot, including many king-level spiritual chefs.

They may want to keep their trump cards in the first round, or someone may have made a mistake on the spot, causing the quality of the dishes to drop.

But no matter what, there is no chance to come back again.

Zhang Dali qualified for promotion with an absolute advantage, and his total score even reached the top ten.

And among the top ten contestants, all are veteran king-level chefs.

He seemed quite out of place as a recent graduate.

For a time, Zhang Dali became famous, and coupled with the calls from the navy before the start of the game, people couldn't help but wonder:

This guy may really be a dark horse and is expected to win the God of Cookery Cup...

…

"Dali, yes!"

Chen Shu and Zhang Dali immediately returned to the hotel where they were staying.

In order to avoid trouble, they did not hang around, and there were no fanatic fans or anything like that.

"Okay……"

Zhang Dali scratched his head and said, "Actually, this is already my highest level..."

"Um?"

Chen Shu turned around and looked over and said, "What about the next two rounds?"

Most people will not show their cards in the preliminary round because the dishes must be different in each round of competition.

"The same golden and perfect dishes..."

Zhang Dali said helplessly: "If you want to break through, you have to be a king-level one, but that is beyond my ability."

"..."

Chen Shu twitched the corner of his mouth and showed his trump card right from the start?

"If you are lucky enough to pass the second round..."

Zhang Dali said with thoughts in his eyes: "Only in the finals will I use king ingredients!"

"What level can the king's ingredients be?" Chen Shu asked.

"Uh... it's most likely a perfect golden dish."

"What about the small probability?"

"High-quality gold..."

"..."

Chen Shu twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "With you, you are not sure about winning the God of Cookery?"

"Who can guarantee it?"

Zhang Dali shrugged and said, "It all depends on the opponent's level and individual performance on the spot."

"Then why do you show so much confidence in front of your tutor and senior sister?"

"Can't I save my face?"

"..."

Chen Shu's lips twitched, he really thought that Zhang Dali was a sure winner.

"It depends on luck..."

Zhang Dali yawned and fell asleep.

Although it only takes twenty minutes to cook, it takes a lot of energy.

"You can sleep better than me..."

Chen Shu shook his head and came to the window, overlooking the entire city.

For some reason, he felt a dull feeling in his heart, as if something was about to happen.

But the system didn't give any options, and he didn't have a sense of crisis, just an instinctive irritability.

"Is there someone else who wants to kill me?"

Chen Shu murmured to himself, but it was a pity that the system's red light prompt had ended, otherwise he could have searched the whole city.

"No matter who it is, messing with me is like playing with fire..."

He stretched and turned back to his room.

If someone really made a sneak attack, his gangster instinct would be able to detect it in advance, enough for him to summon the Space Rabbit to save his life.

What's more, there is a high probability that the system will give corresponding options.

Unless it's a legendary move...

But at that level, there seems to be no need for a sneak attack...

…

The next day, the second round of the God of Cookery Cup took place as scheduled.

The audience was very enthusiastic, and many of them were Zhang Dali’s supporters.

"Chen Pi, are you buying a navy again?"

Zhang Dali raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect that his best friend who was jealous of him would actually attack him again.

"What are you thinking about?"

Chen Shu curled his lips and said: "I, the Nanjiang gangster, only buy a navy for one day!"

"You shined brightly yesterday, and these people are all your supporters."

"real or fake?"

There was a bit of disbelief in Zhang Dali's eyes, and he said: "I was only ninth yesterday, how can I be more popular than the first place..."

"Who told you that you are only twenty-two years old?"

Chen Shu smiled slightly and said: "Have you not seen that the people who support you are all young people? They are eager for your ability to surpass everyone and win the God of Cookery!"

"Like this……"

Zhang Dali looked stunned for a moment, but then he figured it out.

The world of spiritual chefs places too much emphasis on qualifications. Among spiritual chefs of the same level, the older ones are often more respected.

Although this is a virtue, many established chefs simply rely on their old skills and become old-fashioned.

Young people accept advice, but they don't accept criticism. Naturally, some people are unhappy with this kind of veteran chef.

Now that Zhang Dali has finally come out, he has naturally attracted the support of countless young people, hoping to break the old concepts in the spiritual chef world.

"After yesterday's competition, there are only fifty players left in this competition!"

The host came to the stage and said with a smile: "Now, here are our contestants!"

Everyone walked onto the red carpet one by one and came to their respective workbenches.

Because of yesterday's introduction, the host did not go into detail about each person's information.

The only thing left at the scene was the cheers of the crowd.

Zhang Dali straightened his chest. With the support of countless people, he couldn't help but be full of confidence.

Not only were there many supporters at the scene, but the Internet was also in a frenzy.

"Damn it, the youngest God of Cookery is about to be born, right?"

"Have you not noticed that this guy is a close friend of the Nanjiang gangsters? Could it be that those who hang out with him are a bunch of perverts?"
Chapter completed!