Saint Eyes: The Magic Doctor

Following the host's drawing of lots and his loud announcement, the Chef Competition officially began the competition!    

"Noodles? Under normal circumstances, this topic was usually chosen by the north side. Very few people in the south put this topic in the examination. After all, we don't like wheaten food as much as the north. " Master Zhou immediately frowned when he saw this topic.    

"Indeed, even though some of the food habits in the north and south have started to integrate, I have to say, there are very few handmade noodles and ramen in the south nowadays. Most of them are alkali noodles and ramen, and the food habits are also relatively different. " Master Faang also began to ponder.    

"There's no need to think so much. Just do it." Wu Lai shook his head. To him, no matter what topic it was, it did not matter.    

Wang Xinrui had already started to move. When it came to noodles, the best way was naturally to pull noodles. The texture of the noodles was the best among all the noodles, be it the hanging noodles. Both of them could not compare to the texture of the noodles. Since today, he only had one day. In order to get a better result, he had to start moving immediately.    

His two kitchen assistants also started to quickly make noodles over there.    

On the other hand, Wu Lai's side was very comfortable. Wu Lai just stood there without moving. Master Zhou and the other three did not know what to do either. They looked at Wu Lai and did not know what to do.    

"Mr. Wu, it's time to make a move. Otherwise, we will fall behind others." Master Faang was an impatient person. When he saw that the chefs in the other stores were starting to make a move, he hurriedly urged them.    

Wu Lai smiled. "No need to rush. Just take it slow. Let's make some noodles first."    

As he spoke, he still looked calm and relaxed. His movements were very casual.    

Do you look down on people?    

Wang Xinrui narrowed his eyes. He had been watching Wu Lai's actions all along. To be honest, Wu Lai's actions had infuriated him.    

Was this an attitude used to deal with the competition? With such an indifferent attitude, was this person worthy of being called a chef? He didn't even have a basic attitude. This kind of person wasn't worthy of being called a chef!    

And he even called himself Master Chef? Thinking of this, Wang Xinrui's movements became even faster. He wanted to use his actions to let this guy called Wu Lai understand the consequences of underestimating his opponent!    

Master Zhou and the others were also somewhat worried. They wanted to help Wu Lai, but were stopped by Wu Lai's gaze.    

Wu Lai wanted to finish this competition alone, but no matter how good the taste was, it wouldn't last until there were too many customers. He wouldn't be able to keep up with the speed!    

Wang Xinrui quickly prepared the first batch of ingredients for ramen and began to prepare the soup. At this time, Wu Lai's movements only became faster and faster.    

"I have to speed up now. It's too late." Wang Xinrui sneered. He hadn't even started to prepare the noodles properly. Missing. The elasticity had been completely shaken off by their speed. This was only the beginning. If Wu Lai's speed was always this fast, then... At that time, no matter how delicious the noodles he made were... It's impossible to be number one!    

"Mr. Wu, do you want to hurry up?" Master Zhou couldn't help but ask. Usually, when Wu Lai was cooking in the Drifter, but now, Wu Lai had changed his attitude. In this time of competition, he was taking his time leisurely.