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"Yes, five judges will be selected first, and they will decide the outcome of this duel. How do you think the selection will be?" Rich looked at Mag with a relaxed expression, but his eyes became a little dignified. After all This was a duel that blocked all his wealth and the hard work of three generations,

Outside Mamy's restaurant, people spontaneously kept quiet. They all stood on tiptoes and looked at Meg with their heads stretched forward. Their faces were full of expectations, and they were all guessing that those people would be selected for this duel. The judges, of course, also thought about whether such good luck would fall on their own heads.

"Since it's a duel, and all of our net worth has been gambled, the judges should naturally be more professional, so that whoever wins will be convinced." Mag looked around at the surrounding guests and said with a smile: " Everyone here, see if there are any professionals around you who can recommend it, or those who feel that they are professional and fair enough can also recommend themselves."

"Alright." Rich nodded, agreeing with McGonagall's approach. This method of selection is obviously more reliable than randomly pulling five passers-by, but if this is the case, the buddies and friends he arranges in the crowd are basically It's useless, but he is confident that he can defeat McGonagall in the barbecue.

"Boss Mai, President Robert of the Catering Association is here!" Harrison raised his hand in the crowd and shouted.

The crowd spread out a little to give way to Robert.

"President Robert, I wonder if I could ask you to be one of the judges for this duel." Mag looked at Robert and smiled.

"President Robert!" Rich's eyelids twitched. Rich's barbecue restaurant was dropped from the food rankings when the new president took office. If he became a judge, it would be a bit disadvantageous for me.

People also looked at Robert curiously, wondering if he would agree. The Catering Association is the most official and authoritative catering organization in Chaos City. If the president of the Catering Association presides over this duel, there will be no need for fairness and authority. I was worried, but I thought it was just a small-scale duel, but it attracted the president, making this duel even more exciting.

"Although I don't quite agree with culinary skill duels with wagers, it's a voluntary choice of both of you, so I won't interfere. Today I will judge this duel as the president of the Catering Association." Robert walked slowly He came out and said with a serious expression.

"Thank you." McGonagall nodded with a smile. He was not afraid of authority, but he was worried about the selection of five fake viewers who had paid money. Robert was obviously not among the ranks that Rich could buy.

"The famous food critic——Mr. Phoebe is here!" Soon, another voice rang out from the crowd, which immediately caused an uproar and attention.

"I can promise you to be the judges of this competition.

The crowd parted ways, wearing a gray-black windbreaker and holding a brown cane, Fei Peter stepped forward on pointed leather boots, looked Mag up and down, and said slightly mockingly: "Your chef The clothes are quite clean, but it looks like a saury wrapped in flour. "

A burst of laughter erupted from the crowd. Fei Peter is well-known among gourmets in Chaos City, especially in the foodie circle, and is famous for his poisonous tongue. I didn't expect him to come today and become a judge.

As soon as he appeared on the stage, he commented on Mag with his iconic poisonous tongue. Although Mag in a white and black chef's uniform is far from the saury that has been floured, it can be predicted that today's duel will become more interesting because of him.

Rich also couldn't help showing a smile on his face. Although he didn't like this reviewer who had commented on Rich's barbecue restaurant in various strange languages ​​many times, but now it seems that he seems to have more affection for Mag. Some hostility and aggression, which is undoubtedly good news.

"You look pretty good too, and a duck just out of the water doesn't have your upturned buttocks." Mag said with a smile, looking at Fei Peter's windbreaker folded up behind his tail.

"If Yaya raises its butt, it can still be compared." Amy looked at Fei Peter's clothes and said seriously.

"Looking at it this way, the upturned clothes really look like a duck that just came out of the water."

"Hahaha, I laughed so hard, Boss Mai and Boss Xiao are really bad."

"It feels like Fei Peter has met his opponent, one against two, completely defeated!"

The crowd was silent for a moment, and then a louder burst of laughter broke out.

Fei Peter's face flushed a little, and the curvy mustache on his lips trembled. Usually, those restaurant owners were ridiculed by him one by one and smiled to curry favor with him. There has never been a situation where he was directly beaten back like this. , looking at the Mag father and daughter, feeling as if they were meeting their opponents, took a deep breath to calm down, curled his lips and said: "Chefs speak by their culinary skills.

"You're right, a chef can rely on his culinary skills if he doesn't have a good mouth, but if a critic doesn't have a good mouth, he won't even have to eat." Mag's smile remained the same.

Bitter critic? Heh, then he is at the level of the Patriarch. After all, he is the only one who can punish Heavenly Dao and throw him directly to another world.

In contrast, this fellow from another world who took the same route as him back then was obviously a little younger, and unfortunately, he also met him.

It's just that his current status has changed from a critic to a chef and a boss. He doesn't have the good temper to stand aside and listen to people's diss. His true temperament is when he goes back. The long-suppressed soul of poisonous tongue has begun to show signs of recovery. .

"Huh!" Fei Peter was so angry that he couldn't speak, he snorted heavily to express his anger, glanced at Mag, and stood aside and stopped talking, but he had already thought about it in his heart, and he must make a good comment later The dish made by this guy who keeps his mouth shut.

Rich couldn't help but want to laugh, and at the same time his heart was already full of joy. It was too late for others to praise the critics, but McGonagall directly confronted him. It seemed that Fei Peter's vote was stable.

Next, two judges were selected from the crowd. One is a professor of Chaos Academy, who usually writes some food reviews on a part-time job, and is considered a little famous. A loyal boss, his family's barbecue restaurant ranks 50th on the gourmet list, and he can be regarded as a professional in barbecue.

"There is still the last judge. Is there any recommendation or self-recommendation?" Mag looked at the crowd and asked.

With Zhuyu in front, the general foodies would naturally not raise their hands. After all, it would be embarrassing if they couldn't say a word after going up, so they fell into silence for a while.

"Can I?" At this moment, a voice sounded, although it was a question, but it had an unquestionable feeling.

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