1266: C1266 A Strange Habit

C1266 A Strange Habit

Ozawa suffered a blow.

Yang Soong didn't make a mistake. He made a mistake. He... Only him, only him...

After everyone was woken up by Yiluo Ichiro Nozawa, other than Yang Soong, none of them could sleep. They simply chatted.

"What do you think happened to that He Country person?"

"I don't know. He suddenly started to scream."

"Could it be a custom on their side?"

"It's possible."

"[You have to shout a few times while cooking, and it's not nice to shout. Aren't you afraid of scaring the customers away?]"

"Who knows?"

"I won't go to He Country Restaurant to eat in the future. I'm so shocked that I can't help myself. You're crazy!" said Wang Yao.

……

Nozawa Ichiro thought a lot.

He thought of the ruthless words he had said before the match, and the people from He Country who were watching the live broadcast. There were recordings of the entire process, as well as several cameras. There were no blind spots at all.

It was supposed to record the process of his victory, but now it had become a witness to him making a fool of himself.

There were four machines filming with Yang Soong, and there were eight machines following Nozawa Ichiro.

It was the proper treatment for the male and female leads of Korean dramas to kiss.

Nozawa Ichiro: Am I going to lose again?

The moment the word 'lose' resounded in his heart, he suddenly stomped his feet and shook his head fiercely.

'I absolutely can't lose. If I lose this time, I won't have the face to go back to He Country. Before the match, he slapped those people in the face.

'I won, everything will be fine. ' 'If I lose, those people will definitely do their best to kick me while I'm down. '

Besides, nozawa felt that it was unlikely that he would lose. He had only made a slight mistake. Yang Soong was nearly two hours late.

I made a small mistake this time. I did not make my most successful Buddhist Jumping Wall. Even so, Yang Soong might not be better than me.

Nozawa narrowed his eyes and said arrogantly, "You are just a half-baked expert after all!"

Yang Soong had stewed the soup for too long. It would definitely taste good. Besides, Yang Soong had actually put so many messy things into the soup. Mushrooms could be used to raise the freshness, but to truly make a pot of soup, one had to rely on bones and meat.

Yang Soong had already lost to him in terms of ingredients.

The temperature of the soup was also low, so there was not much time left for stewing the soup.

The two of them competed in front of everyone and created a Buddhist Jumping over the Wall. They only set a time limit of 24 hours, and this time could not be wasted even a minute.

Yang Soong had wasted two hours.

Nozawa Ichiro stared at Yang Soong's Shao Xing Wine Pot.

"I'm sure the taste isn't good enough!"

Who said that Yang Soong didn't make a mistake?

Some people said that life was like a competition, but wasn't it also a life?

Nozawa Ichiro wanted to win too much, but he paid too much attention to his opponent and neglected himself.

Thus, he made a mistake.

It was also because he wanted to win that he urgently wanted Yang Soong to make the same mistake as him.

Yang Soong did not make the same mistake as him, and Nozawa Ichiro made up a mistake.

That's right, Yang Soong must have made a mistake. It was much bigger than Nozawa Ichiro's mistake.

Only then could Nozawa Ichiro's mood be comforted, and only then could he manage to calm down and continue the competition.

"I must win, I must win..."

Before the match, he muttered, "I will definitely win."

The difference in one word meant that everyone's character meant something was wrong.

"What if I really lose accidentally?"

"Yang Soong won by luck. What should I do?"

"Impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible, how could it be? I can't lose! "

"What if?"

"If I lose, then it must be because Yang Soong caused me to be distracted. When the time comes, tell him that this match doesn't count. Let's have another match."

"I have practiced Buddhism Jumping Over the Wall for more than 20 years. It's impossible for me to be inferior to a yellow-haired kid."

This yellow-haired kid was currently sleeping.

Nozawa was even more furious. 'Still sleeping and sleeping!' I am so busy, yet you are actually sleeping, what can you do? I definitely feel like I'm going to lose for sure, so I might as well break the jar and break the jar.

With this thought, nozawa suddenly felt enlightened. His entire body felt light.

There's no need to worry at all. Yang Soong is no good. As expected, I'm still the great chef of He Country. I can defeat him with one hand.

Nozawa walked proudly towards the rooster. Pui! He went to defend the Buddha and jumped over the wall.

In the last few hours, nozawa didn't dare to be distracted anymore. In his eyes, other than jumping over the wall, he also jumped over the wall.

He took care of Buddhism leaping over the wall as if he was taking care of a goddess.

Yang Soong was still sleeping, but he would still wake up from time to time, wash his hands, add some ingredients, or make a small fire.

Sometimes, Yang Soong did not even add ingredients, nor did he care about the fire. He would circle around the jar of wine. He would circle in two directions, and two in the opposite direction. After stretching his neck, he would go back to sleep.

It was as if he was sleepwalking.

That was nothing. There were very few ingredients needed to add to the Buddha Jumping Wall that had already been stewed with fire. Basically, the lid would not be lifted.

As for the fire, nozawa was very happy with it. Yang Soong basically did not move much.

Otherwise, he would not have the time to sleep.

Sometimes, Yang Soong would wake up and nod at the jar of wine. He would sit there and drink some water. He would also receive some water and place it next to him. He waved at the jar of wine and went to sleep again.0

There was one more time. Yang Song relaxed and yawned as he asked. "How are you?"

The group of people were dumbfounded for a long time before they realized that Yang Soong was asking about the jar of wine.

"You are an excellent wine jar. Work hard and do a good job. I believe you. Make the dishes better. I will go back and sleep for a while."

After giving instructions to the wine jar, Yang Soong went back to sleep.

This, this... What was going on?

"Chef Yang threw the cooking pot to the wine jar..." The person who asked this question couldn't believe it was true.

In a serious competition, not only would losing lose face, but one would also have to become He Guo's disciple.

This was a very serious matter.

Yang Soong actually handed it over to the wine jar?

It didn't seem to be true. However, this was the truth.

"Brother Song, you have such a big heart." Situ Qing was actually holding a 100 Famous Love Cards book while waiting to read and learn how to write a love letter that could move a girl.

Delicious food and love could not be let down.

"Chef Yang is clearly certain that the first steps have been completed, and the next step will be to hand it over to the wine jar."

"When our chefs cook, the pots and pans are all friends. When the food on the table is finally served, it requires the cooperation of all parties. Besides the ingredients and seasoning, there is also the kitchen utensils."

"As expected of Chef Yang. His realm is extraordinary from ours."

"That Wild Swamp is staring at him as if he is staring at a little girl. He is afraid that the Buddha will suddenly grow legs and run away after jumping over the wall."

"You don't understand Brother Song. Brother Song always has his own valley in his heart when cooking. His movements are smooth and natural, like flowing water and flowing water. This is the true demeanor of a master."

"The pattern! The pattern!"

A group of people: Mmm, that makes sense.

This was also life. As long as a group of people gathered there and relied on their imagination to come up with a result, most people would agree, and they would think that was the truth?

However, was that really the truth?

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