Jiang Fugui had a gray face. He didn't expect that Li Qingming would have this trick.

"Mr. Jiang, we can't do anything about this. Xiang Wenhui does have a chef qualification certificate." No matter how shameless the Jiangcheng Cuisine Association is, it cannot directly deprive Uncle Xiang of the chef qualification certificate on the spot.

"Hmph! A cripple man wants to win, it's a big joke!" Jiang Fugui's face turned pale.

"Ha!" Li Qingming heard Jiang Fugui's sarcasm and shouted loudly, "Jiang Fugui, you called my uncle a cripple again. Since you said he would be able to win, it would be a big joke. Then do you dare to bet with me? If you win, you will kowtow to me and apologize to the uncle! Do you dare?"

This kid actually dares to provoke me. Do you think Qin Heluo is secretly hiding you behind his back? Jiang Fugui has endless malice in his heart.

He knew about Qin Heluo going to meet Li Qingming last night. After all, once Qin Heluo's identity was moved, it would be impossible to hide it. He was scared to death at that time. He knew very well what Qin Heluo was going to do. He was really afraid that Li Qingming would come out with Qin Heluo, and that would be done. However, he did not expect that this guy would refuse.

This made him overjoyed. After this competition, he was not ready to spare this kid. Killing people in the city would be more troublesome. But throwing him into the wild is nothing. Unexpectedly, this guy dared to mess with him.

"Jiang Fugui, do you dare?" Li Qingming shouted angrily.

"Then you want to lose!" Jiang Fugui asked back.

"If I want to lose, it proves that I am a big liar. There is no need to say more, I will go out of the city and go out in the wild!" Li Qingming said lightly.

Wow! There was another uproar around. The wilderness is full of dangers and it is not suitable for people to live in. Therefore, no one will go out. His choice to go out basically means that he is looking for a dead end. Is he so confident?

"The little master will win!" Many students in Jiangcheng raised their arms and shouted.

Humph, if you take the initiative to seek death, you won’t blame me anymore!

"Okay, I agree!" Jiang Fugui said coldly, "Then let's play! Chef Sun, don't be influenced by this kid's tricks. We all watch, and we won't allow him to make any conspiracy!"

Masayoshi Son took a deep breath to calm down his mood. He actually let a dead cripple compete with him, which made Masayoshi Son furious. Uncle Xiang was timid and shrunk along the way, and such a person was worthy of competing with him.

But it's good, I will beat you upright! Let you know that my plagiarism is better than your original ones.

"Uncle, don't be afraid, just think it's practice at home." Li Qingming comforted softly, "Just do what I told you before, and you will definitely win!"

Uncle Xiang was still worried. He was not afraid of being embarrassed, but was afraid of affecting Li Qingming's loss.

"Don't worry, I won't lose. He doesn't know the trick at all!" Li Qingming smiled, "Uncle, you have to believe in yourself. In fact, just talking about cooking skills, you have to be better than me, right?"

Uh! When Uncle Xiang heard this, his usual scenes of Li Qingming cooking appeared in his mind, and his face became strange. Indeed, although Li Qingming developed many dishes, his cooking skills were really inferior to him.

Strictly speaking, it is far inferior to him. Although Uncle Xiang is just a night market, his cooking skills have made great progress over the years. However, he has never taken the promotion exam because there is no need. Of course, compared with international chefs, it is still far behind. But he is much smarter than Li Qingming.

From the beginning of this showdown, Li Qingming did not plan to play by himself. His chances of winning were much smaller than uncle Xiang. What's more, he wanted to stop it, that is, why his golden fried rice was not as beautiful as Masayoshi Sun's golden fried rice.

This is not something that you can convince the public if you taste good. Only Li Qingming himself doesn’t play, but sends someone to play. Uncle Xiang is naturally the most suitable candidate.

"Okay, Xiao Ming, since you look down on the uncle so much, I will help you compete!" Uncle Xiang took a deep breath, his person was no longer trembling, his eyes were full of determination.

For himself, he might not dare to compete. But these days, although he and Li Qingming are still uncles and nephews, their relationship has long been like father and son. Li Qingming defended him everywhere, and just now he bet on his life with Jiang Fugui because Jiang Fugui scolded him for his cripple. This made Uncle Xiang feel full of gratitude and pride.

In this duel, he will do his best to win for Li Qingming!

With everyone holding their breath, the showdown officially began.

Son Masayoshi took the lead, opened the stove door and ignited it. After the pot was hot, poured oil. After the oil was frying, he immediately picked up two eggs in one hand, broke the eggs in one hand, stir-fryed with one hand, and stir-fryed with the other hand. After the eggs were cooked, he immediately poured fresh rice and stir-fryed. The heat was ripe and added a little salt. It can be said that Son Masayoshi's cooking skills were definitely at its peak. The cooking in his hands was like art.

Of course, this is also a skill that the world's top chefs must master. When the ingredients are limited, chefs' skills have become their ability to attract customers. Their many tricks are like bartenders in bars.

International chefs, each of them has their own set of skills and skills. Son is naturally no exception.

Everyone was fascinated by the audience.

As for the other side, Uncle Xiang is much simpler, and he is just cooking at home, without any gorgeousness. Compared with Masayoshi Son on the side, he is like an ugly duckling and a white swan.

Soon, the golden fried rice was cooked and both sides were placed in front of everyone.

With the shooting of the high-definition camera, through the large screen, everyone in the square saw a high-definition comparison of the two sides' "Golden Fried Rice".

"Look, Chef Sun's golden fried rice has full grains, uniform color, and golden rice as its name. Look at the little liar, the golden fried rice has uneven color and unfull grains. From this look, you will know who is authentic and who is pirated!" Everyone around commented loudly.

Basically, most people's comments are the same. Even those die-hard fans have to admit that in terms of appearance, Masayoshi Son is more than Uncle Xiang's "golden fried rice".

Uncle Xiang looked ashamed.

"Uncle, you are much better than me!" Li Qingming comforted him in a low voice.

Of course, this is not a polite word. It is the truth. Uncle Xiang’s golden fried rice is much more popular than his. As for, it’s normal that he can’t compare to Masayoshi Son. Who can make him an international chef? It’s normal to have such a few brushes.

However, the cooking skills are not about appearance!

"Okay, now the game is over, what's left is to see whose golden fried rice is delicious. After all, this is not carving, it's better than who looks better. What really competes with cooking skills is whose food is delicious!" Li Qingming spoke in front of the emcee.

With the microphone in his hand, Li Qingming was not afraid of the emcee throughout the whole process. This also made the emcee so angry that his teeth were itchy.

The surroundings are naturally filled with harmony. That’s right, it’s useless to cook it well. The key is whether it tastes good or not! Whoever tastes good is authentic!
Chapter completed!