This is the most intense season of the year. It was just ten o'clock in the morning, and the sun was already rising. The vicious sunlight was cast from the unobstructed sky, scorching everything on the earth. The bluestone road in Dongting Old Street was roasted and smoked. People walked on the old street as if they were walking on Teppanyaki, sweating on their faces and bodies.

Zhu Laoer and Su Le walked one after another, and there were more than 300 meters from the nearest bus stop to the Yanxi Hall. This distance had already made them sweat.

Su Le wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked up at the Yanxi Hall in front of him: "Master, will I really kowtow when I see my master's wife later?"

Zhu Laoer said: "No, of course you have to blame me. She is my teacher's wife and your teacher's breastfeeding. Of course, you have to follow the etiquette for the first time when you come to the door."

Su Le said: "Isn't she your little teacher's wife?" Because Qi Cuiting is a Xuxian, Su Le asked this question.

Zhu Laoer's eyes were wide open: "Bastard, can you say these words?"

Su Le muttered in a low voice, thinking that since it was the fact that there was something wrong with saying that he didn't have much good impression of his teacher's wife Qi Cuiting. He mainly learned from Miao Qingyu that Qi Cuiting wanted to sell the Banquet Hall at a low price. Today's food competition is nothing more than a form. The real purpose is not to resell the Banquet Hall, but just to do it well and block Youyou's mouth.

The crowds in front of the Yanxi Hall were bustling. Although the Yanxi Hall is not as good as before, the three words Yanxi Hall are a well-known signboard in the Southeast catering industry. Not to mention anything else, the Southeast chef god Miao's casual cloud-cutting sword has aroused great interest in the cooking industry. Besides, today, Miao Suiyi's four disciples reunited after twenty years of separation, and are a cooking showdown between the new generation of descendants. All of this attracted celebrities in the Nanwu catering industry like magnets.

It was said that it was an internal competition, but it still had to support her. A total of 100 guest posts were sent. These 100 people were fortunate to become witnesses of today's internal cooking competition in Yanxi Hall. At the same time, they also witnessed a piece of history. This competition also means that the Miao family's rule at Yanxi Hall came to an end. Most people already knew that Qi Cuiting was going to resell Yanxi Hall to Xinyuejiang Group.

When Zhu Laoer and Su Le arrived in front of the gate of the banquet hall, a beautiful reporter was doing a random interview there. She blocked Zhu Laoer's way and said with a smile: "Hello, sir, I am a reporter from Nanwu TV Life Channel. Can I interview you a few questions?"

Zhu Laoer lowered his head and walked towards the door without saying a word.

Su Le also wanted to follow him, but was stopped by the beautiful reporter and smiled sweetly: "This little classmate, have you ever heard of the Banquet Hall?"

Su Le smiled and said, "You really asked the right person. I am the direct disciple of Mr. Miao Suiyi, the founder of Yanxi Hall. "This guy has always wanted to have a chance to go on TV. Unlike his master Zhu Laoer's low-key personality, Su Lete likes to show off. There is no way, young people are like this, confident and ostentatious.

The beautiful reporter was very happy. Unexpectedly, he accidentally interviewed Miao Suiyi's successor. She just wanted to interview passers-by and ask about her feelings. When she wanted to ask more questions, Zhu Laoer over there had already started calling: "Su Le, leave quickly, you're almost late, so there's not so much nonsense."

Su Le smiled at the reporter and chased the master. The beautiful reporter followed suit and aimed at Su Le: "Mr. Su, are you the high-level disciple of Mr. Miao?"

Su Le pointed to Zhu Laoer in front of him and said, "That is my master, Southeast Chef Saint, Zhu Dacheng!" His voice focused everyone's attention on Zhu Laoer.

Zhu Laoer sighed in his heart, the times are different. What their generation fears most is to be famous and like to hide everything. But nowadays, young people are not even filled with half a bottle of vinegar, and they want to wander around the world to know that his grandmother's little bastard doesn't know how modest and low-key they are?

Su Le's voice did not arouse much response. Someone in the crowd said, "Isn't that guy Zhu Laoer who killed pigs in the meat factory? When did he become the chef saint?" Someone also said, "What Southeast Chef Saint, I think the Southeast beast is almost the same..." The crowd laughed when they heard the word Southeast beast.

Zhu Laoer could hear it clearly, and he had a fever in his face. He thought to himself that you were embarrassed, but he even brought me with him. Looking back, how I settled the score with you.

At this moment, I heard a crisp voice from the crowd saying, "Come on Su Le, Su Le will win!"

Su Le turned around and saw more than a dozen beggars appearing in the crowd under the leadership of Zhuang Dafang. Each of them held a dog-beating stick in his right hand and a rice bowl in his left hand. While shouting slogans, he also beat at night in accordance with the rhythm. This formation is really invincible.

When Zhu Laoer saw it, his head was so embarrassed that he was about to shrink into the collar. Su Le, Su Le, you kid is really not embarrassed. He actually made a group of beggars as a group of relatives and friends. God, the earth! Why did I accept such a shameless apprentice!

In fact, Zhu Laoer really wronged Su Le. This group of beggars cheerleaders was not found by Su Le. Even he himself didn't know that Zhuang Dafang would come to cheer him. Although the situation looked a bit funny, the atmosphere was still quite good.

The beautiful reporter's eyes shine. What a reporter likes the most is this entertaining scene. The more absurd, the more stories there are, the easier it is to make a story.

Qian Guisheng, who was in charge of the reception work, was also a little amused when he saw the scene in front of him. He was not familiar with Su Le, but he could also guess that this kid should be the apprentice of the second senior brother Zhu Dacheng. He came to Zhu Dacheng and smiled and said, "Second Senior Brother!"

Zhu Lao Er nodded, turned around and looked at Su Le, and found that this kid was actually quite enjoying the feeling of being interviewed.

The beautiful reporter interviewed: "Mr. Su, do you have confidence in today's game?"

Su Le laughed and said, "I don't know what you mean? In my eyes, there is no competition at all. Everyone gathered together just to discuss cooking skills and exchange experiences, not to decide a victory or defeat."

"Mr. Su, do you mean you don't have the confidence to win?" The reporter's ability to provoke trouble is definitely first-class. If there is no conflict, you have to provoke conflicts. Only when there is conflict can you create news. Of course, the hotter the news, the better.

Su Le stopped and turned behind and said, "Who do you hope will win the game in the end today?"

"Su Le!" Zhuang Dafang took the lead and shouted. A group of beggars responded behind him: "Su Le Su Le, the king of cooking, unify the world, for thousands of years!"

Although Su Le had a thick skin, after hearing this slogan, he felt a little unbearable. He coughed dryly and Zhuang Dafang clapped his hands. Immediately, several beggars pulled up red banners on the scene. It seemed that they were ready. The banner reads - Su Le Su Le, the king of cooking, unify the world, for thousands of years!

The beautiful reporter smiled along her lips, and she signaled the cameraman to point the camera at the banner. Today's cooking competition at Yanxi Hall is much more interesting than she thought. She continued to ask: "Mr. Su, what do you think now when you see so many fans support you so much?"

Su Le smiled and said, "I just wanted to find a piece of pork to stew them together!"

"Ah!" The beautiful reporter was so beautiful.

Su Le laughed and said, "Pork stewed vermicelli! Hehe, just kidding, I love them. I originally looked down on victory and defeat, but seeing my fans are so enthusiastic, how could I bear to let them down? So I decided to leave it to myself first and let others compete for the second!"

Zhuang Dafang led the little beggars to cheer in unison, and then began to shout Su Le's name loudly.

Su Le sighed in his heart, Zhuang Dafang, Zhuang Dafang, you are just a praising and killing. My master, uncle, and a large group of people are there. You have named me a cooking king, where are they? I have been ruined by you today. I don’t know how to settle the score with me. Su Le waved to Zhuang Dafang, and Zhuang Dafang smiled and ran to him: "Su Le, how about it? This cheerleading team is good!"

Su Le avoided the female reporter and attached himself to his ear and said, "Brother, keep a low profile, let's be more low-key, you must know that the higher you praise, the heavier you fall."
Chapter completed!