Saint Eyes: The Magic Doctor

This question almost pushed Wu Lai to the top of the wave. In half a situation, the host would not ask such a question, but the host asked. The microphone was still placed beside Wu Lai, waiting for his answer.    

    

Wang Xinrui finally got busy. After all, Jiang City's first class reputation was also there. His reputation had accumulated during this period of time, and many people had come because of his fame. They started to taste the ramen he made, but the expressions on the faces of these customers were far less than those of the people in front of the Drifter shop. There was no need to mention the number.    

    

Fortunately, only Wu Lai and his shop had officially opened. The other chefs were slowing down their movements.    

    

Wu Lai looked at the host meaningfully and replied, "Is this question very important?"    

    

"Ah, I'm very sorry, Mr. Wu. I made a mistake by accident. I'm deeply sorry. Recently, there have been a lot of rumors, so I did not suppress my curiosity for a moment." The host hurriedly apologized, but he didn't have the intention of taking the microphone away.    

    

"He said that a Master Chef came from the Drifter. That's right." Wu Lai looked at the host and said faintly, "It's also true that Master Chef is representing the Drifter in the competition."    

    

"Then..."    

    

The host was speechless. "Now, it's not wrong for me to stand here. So, what do you think I need to say?" After Wu Lai finished speaking, he placed another five faces in front of him.    

    

One minute. This was the limit of the cutting speed of the knife. In one minute, the appropriate benefits would allow all the noodles to be cooked and all the seasoning would be ready. All of this was done by Wu Lai alone.    

    

Wu Lai's words could not be considered as revealing, but they were also very clear. He was Master Chef.    

    

"Mr. Wu is indeed very confident. Judging from the current situation, I'm afraid there won't be much suspense in the final winner of the Yunnan Province's Chef Competition." The host said loudly with a smile on his face.    

    

"Is there really someone who calls himself Master Chef?"    

    

"Didn't Master Zhou also become the Master Chef of Yunnan Province? Since his culinary skills are better than Master Zhou's, then isn't he the Master Chef of Yunnan Province?"    

    

"Isn't he a little arrogant? Didn't he say that there will be no Master Chef after Zhou Xing? Does he think that he can be compared with Zhou Xing? "    

    

... ""    

    

Regarding Wu Lai's confidence, he naturally had praise and criticism. However, to Wu Lai, he didn't care what these people were saying at all. He was just doing what he was doing to make these customers in line eat happily and satisfy them.    

    

Wang Xinrui raised his eyebrows. He could hear the confidence and arrogance in Wu Lai's words.    

    

From these words, he could tell that Wu Lai didn't care about any of the other contestants. To be more precise, in Wu Lai's eyes, his opponent was only himself.    

    

Arrogant and conceited.    

    

Wang Xinrui wasn't convinced, but judging from the performance of the crowd, Wu Lai had the right to do so. No matter who it was, in terms of speed, quality, and the fragrance that drifted over from the other side, it had already made Wang Xinrui admit defeat.    

    

Even if he was diligently cooking the ramen in his hands, in terms of fragrance, Wu Lai's side was absolutely invasive. Under such circumstances, all the guests on the scene would be monopolized by Wu Lai!    

    

"There's no hope anymore."    

    

Suddenly, a chef from a restaurant stopped what he was doing and turned off the stove. He spoke in despair.