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The host continued for a while longer, and finally cut to the chase, ”Today, we were fortunate enough to get Mr. Lang Chuan to visit our store … Today, Mr. Lang Chuan and the Mr. Zhang beside me will have an interesting showdown, and the winner will receive our reward of thirty thousand … ”

The host went on and on for a bit, then walked to Zhang Yitian's side and asked: ”Mr. Zhang, everyone knows Mr Lam very well, but which hotel do you work at? Looking at how young you are, you must be young and vigorous, that's why you are challenging the Mr Lam, right? ”

Zhang Yitian looked at the sea of people below and below him. He was a little nervous from the bottom of his heart, but he still suppressed it and tried his best to suppress all the negative emotions.

”I'm not a chef!” Zhang Yitian said, ”I am just a farmer, as for challenging this Mr Lam, it's not because you are young, but because there are some things, you will have to use results to speak, no?”

There were no less than a hundred people upstairs and downstairs, and when they heard Zhang Yitian call themselves a farmer, they all orderly let out an inconceivable sound.

”Are you joking? Peasant? Challenge a top chef? This brat didn't take any medicine did he? ”

”Hehe, I thought it was some rich second generation's willfulness. I didn't think a country bumpkin would be so arrogant …”

”What on earth is this person thinking?” ”If he wins, I'll eat this wooden fence …”

The crowd started to clamor, and all of them started to mock Zhang Yitian.

The sounds of ridicule from all around gushed into Jiao Yanyan and Lin Muru's ears like tidewater. The two of them started to worry for no reason.

The host saw that the situation was spiraling out of control, so he patted the microphone and said: ”Okay, since there are people supporting each other! Let's wait and see who will win this match. ”

Just as the host finished, someone from the crowd shouted: ”What's the point of watching? Why not just give the money to Lang Chuan and fight with a farmer? At least you guys could think of something … ”

No one paid any attention to the ones who were speaking. Instead, they each made their own preparations.

According to their previous agreement, Lang Chuan had to make the first move. But Zhang Yitian sat below the stage, carefully watching every single change in Lang Chuan's technique.

A table was placed on top of the table. There was a cutting board, a steamer, an oven … All the tools were available.

Lang Chuan taking care of the young goose was also the most important step of the whole dish.

Lang Chuan used the back of the blade to ”force” the bones out of the young goose. This was a huge test of the chef's professionalism, he had to use the knife to beat and crush them, separating the meat out of the bones, then from the only hole in his body, he would squeeze out all of the bones.

A little carelessness can leave a bone or break a goose's body.

This was one of the reasons why young geese were chosen as ingredients. The meat of young geese was elastic, and not easy to break, unlike the meat of half or adult geese. If the meat was not careful, it would be punctured.

Lang Chuan's techniques were quick and professional, but when handling it, he was still careful, and looked a little slow.

Even so, those who had their heads stuck out to watch the show still applauded. To them, this level of craftsmanship was like a magic shock to the senses.

The crowd cheered, but with every shout from the spectators, Lin Muru and Jiao Yanyan's hearts were filled with worry.

The two of them looked more anxious than Zhang Yitian.

On the other hand, Zhang Yitian, even the people beside him, were constantly cheering for him, excitedly discussing just how great his ability was. However, it was as if he was completely covered up, his eyes were still staring straight at Lang Chuan, and there was even a slight smile on his lips.

From the very first action that Lang Chuan took, Zhang Yitian had already secretly activated the roulette like spell.

Zhang Yitian felt that Lang Chuan's movements, seemed to be ten thousand times slower, as he could clearly see every single one of Lang Chuan's movements.

Lang Chuan appeared like a transparent person in front of him.

Lang Chuan seemed to release a series of mysterious symbols with every movement, and these things were sucked into Zhang Yitian's brain like data.

A few exquisite and profound movements would usually result in more data appearing, and some chicken ribs like movements, the number of mysterious symbols would gradually decrease, and would be replaced by other things that were derived from the things that Zhang Yitian had copied out from the previous records.

Lang Chuan spent twenty minutes to clean up the entire young goose. Wiping away his sweat, Lang Chuan smiled provocatively at Zhang Yitian.

”I have practiced this martial arts for twenty years!” Lang Chuan brought up the young goose that had only a piece of soft flesh and said, ”Mr. Zhang, can you do it?”

Zhang Yitian's mind felt a little dizzy. The data just now was too huge, and after smoothing it out for a long time, he was finally able to process that huge amount of data intermittent.

In the end, it was like a pile of messy writing paper had been bound into a detailed textbook, and the completed data was imprinted in Zhang Yitian's mind.

Zhang Yitian laughed: ”Alright! ”Let me try.”