Saint Eyes: The Magic Doctor

This is not someone they can get their hands on just because they want to. But Wu Lai was really not someone they could afford to offend.    

    

"Let's talk about it later. I will discuss it with the chairman. If he is really taken in by another company, the chairman said. For us, it is not a big deal. Let's make arrangements. Make two preparations." Ning Yu thought for a moment and said," Go down. "    

    

"Yes."    

    

...    

    

The Chef Competition was getting closer and closer. There were already many famous hotels informing their customers. Their head chef was unable to be a chef for the next month, so these customers understood. The Chef Competition was a very important moment for any hotel. The Drifter was the center of attention.    

    

All along, the title of Master Chef in the Yunnan Province was given by Master Zhou. This had made the Drifter's business one of the best in the Sha City. If it wasn't for the membership system of the Drifter, and the relatively high price, perhaps the customers of the Drifter would line up in a long line every day. It would be so full that all the chefs and waiters wouldn't be able to handle it.    

    

Of course, this was not the main point. Although Master Zhou's culinary skills were not bad, however, it was not to the extent that these people felt that they could not match up to him. Recently, however, it seemed like a mysterious figure had arrived in Drifter. He was known as Master Chef. Countless guests were paying attention to the Drifter. It was said that they would cook different dishes every day. Even the dishes that were impossible to make in anime and manga were presented in front of everyone's eyes one by one. It could be said that he was very mysterious. This made many chefs who heard the news think of finding an opportunity to come to the Drifter to take a look.    

    

"Old Fang, you're here too?" At the harbor of the Drifter, four middle-aged men were waiting for them. When the four of them met, each of them had a surprised and natural expression on their faces.    

    

"Of course I'm coming. I don't believe that Drifter can really invite the Master Chef God. If it's true, we won't have any hope in this competition anymore." Old Fang said. A trace of worry flashed across his eyes.    

    

"It shouldn't be Old Man Master Chef. Back then, Old Man Master Chef said that he will never participate in this competition, unless he really meets someone worthy of his participation." Another man said.    

    

"That's right. All these years, although the Chef Competition hasn't won the championship every single time, they still won't be able to win it. But we've never met someone like the Master Chef who won with absolute superiority." Old Fang nodded. "After Zhou Xing, there is no Master Chef."    

    

They did not say this, nor did they say it in Huaxia. It was agreed by all the chefs in the world. In the past few years, every time the champion of the Chef Competition obtained the title that they dreamt of obtaining, he would say those words in front of the camera in an incomparably desolate and unwilling manner.    

    

This was the highest evaluation of Zhou Xing. It was also a sad and helpless thing that they found when they stood at the top of the cooking world.    

    

Even if there were European, American, and Japan people who said those words, their tone was incomparably sincere and serious when they said those words.