937: C937 Thirteen Times Is a Curse

C937 Thirteen Times Is a Curse

Yang Soong had actually done something that could be considered the size of a ping-pong ball. This was too shocking.

When Zhou Yuanqi saw the live broadcast online, he was so angry that he smashed everything in the house.

"Yang Soong! Yang Soong! Why can't I kill you?"

Every time he tried to plot against Yang Soong, he failed.

He had been defeated many times, but he still didn't give up. Zhou Yuanqi had a strong will, but he didn't want to do anything serious.

Lisa admired the newly made armor and looked at Yang Soong on the screen with infatuation. "Brother, you look so good!"

Nozawa and his son and grandson saw it.

Each of them had a bigger mouth than the other. They were shocked.

"Is he still a human?"

"Can meatballs really be played as ping-pong balls?"

"It's simply a miracle."

"Are all chefs in China so young and so amazing?"

Nozawa Yixiong ran to the kitchen again and fought with the beef balls.

Another night passed. Nozawa Yixiong looked at the broken meatballs on the table.

"Why can't I become a ping-pong ball?"

"Why can't I do it?"

"Why did I fail again?"

Ever since he saw Yang Soong's video, Nozawa had realized that he still had a long way to go on the path of cooking.

He had yet to stand at the top of the mountain.

He could not even cook the dishes prepared by Yang Soong.

It was too much of a blow.

"Prepare a proper cooking exchange activity. Find a way to invite this chef Yang Soong. We must understand Wensi Tofu and pee on beef balls."

"What Huaxia chefs can do, we must be able to do it as well!"

"Go and arrange it now!"

"The honor of the Ozawa family cannot be threatened."

A group of chuunibyou.

"Also, keep an eye on Yang Soong," the middle-aged man said. Once he comes out with a new dish, you must inform me!" Nozawa took a deep breath.

"I don't believe that I can't make his third dish either!"

Nozawa Kongming took out his phone. "Grandpa, he has produced another type of cooked wheaten food. It's very magical."

The video screen played.

It was still at the entrance of the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion, the familiar table, and the familiar Yang Soong.

He was kneading the dough. It was a huge dough, like a small hill.

Today was the day Yang Soong pushed out the Yangchun Noodles, Fish Soup Noodles, Green Pepper Pork Noodles.

The morning of summer was definitely the most comfortable time of the day.

The day was planned in the morning.

Yang Soong put his face back together and began to clasp his face. He raised his hands and clenches with great skill, one after another.

"One, two, three, four... eleven... twelve... thirteen!"

Nozawa Yixiong went crazy. "Why can he be deducted thirteen times? Why thirteen times? Thirteen times!"

Ozawa Haitong and Ozawa Kongming were also in a daze.

The Ozawa Family was not a chef who was good at cooking cooked wheaten food in He Country.

He Guo's Master of Cooked Wheaten Food was Jiankang Fulijii.

Jiankang Fuli's best result was 11 times.

The further he went, the more he reached the peak of perfection. Even if it was one more time, it would be unpredictable.

"Call and call Jiankita Jiro!" Nozawa grabbed his grandson's phone and called him.

"Kongming, why are you looking for Uncle?" Jiankita Jiro was a very proud genius. He was very arrogant to many people, but he had a good expression towards Nozawa Kongming, who was like a nephew. "Is it because your grandfather is strict with you again? He is getting older. You just hide from him. " Don't... "

"Jiankiro!" Nozawa Yixiong interrupted him and was about to speak.

Not only did Kenziro, who had been caught red-handed, not feel embarrassed at all, but he also got angry instead. "Ozawa, you actually stole my grandson's phone. You are too much. Children need privacy too. You have to learn to respect them. Hurry up and return the phone to Kongming."

He did not blame himself for speaking ill of people behind their backs. Instead, he blamed Ozawa for hearing it without his permission.

"How many times can you cheat?" Nozawa didn't have time to waste with him. He went straight to the point.

"What do you mean?" Jadechiro Jadechiro was confused, but he understood again. "What's wrong? Is your Nozawa family going to issue a challenge to me?"

"I remember that your family's best result was a loss of face by ten times. However, it was only that one success record. You have maintained the record steadily below ten times."

A loss of face by ten times was a watershed in the absolute domain.

The distance between one digit and two digit was the distance to the ends of the earth.

Jadechiro Jadechiro was very pleased. "As for me, I keep the record at eleven times all year round. I am the best Master of Cooked Wheaten Food in He Country. I..."

"Someone can deduct thirteen times of noodles!" Nozawa had no choice but to interrupt again.

The other side was silent for a full five seconds. These five seconds were very long. Nozawa could only hear the rapid breathing of Kankita Juliji.

Suddenly, the sound of his breathing stopped.

"Jiandro, Jiandro, what's wrong with you? Did you faint?"

To Jiankita, who had always regarded the eleven times he lost face as his life's glory, this was a heavy blow.

It was not impossible for him to pass out.

"It's fake!" Jiankita Julijirou regained his senses and shouted at the first possible moment: "It's definitely fake. I'm a Master of Cooked Wheaten Food. If I can deduct eleven times, I'll be a genius. How can there be someone stronger than me?"1

He absolutely didn't believe it and couldn't accept it.

It's true. We all saw it with our own eyes. " Nozawa was very disappointed. He thought that Kankita Suzuki would improve, and perhaps he had already secretly improved to thirteen times.

He was too naive. If Jiro's character was improved, he would definitely shout so loudly that everyone would know.

He didn't shout, but he didn't do it.

"Where did you see that? You guys should be at home at this time of the day. " I'll go over now and wait for me! " Jiro Jiro spoke very quickly.

"I'd like to see how many hands your Nozawa Family's Defiant Genius Zhang Shou has!"

It was a misunderstanding.

Nozawa Yixiong sighed. "He's not from our Nozawa Family."

"That's from the Heimu Family?"

"No."

[Ozawa family?]

"Not really."

"Whose family does that belong to?" Wang Yao asked.

"It's not our country. It belongs to China." Nozawa was very sad. He had lost again.

Yang Soong's face this time was not only he could not do it. It seemed that no one in He Country could do it.

"I don't believe it! Huaxia people eat noodles made by machines. Why would they make noodles thirteen times?" Jadechiro Jadechiro was furious.

This guy probably forgot that the reason for the deductions was in Huaxia.

A heartless thing.

"I'll send you the video and you'll know after seeing it." Nozawa handed the phone to his grandson.

Jiro Jiro did not call Nozawa Izawa for a whole day and night.

Another night, when Nozawa Izawa returned home, he saw him on the doorstep of his house.

Kanzaki Jiro was in a sorry state. His body was covered in flour, and he was staring at his hands in a daze.

Nozawa walked over.

"Why? Why can't I do it?"

"That chef is so young. Why can he do it?"

"Thirteen times. Thirteen times. He succeeded so easily. The Huaxia people are really annoying!"

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