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Thinking about it, Lang Chuan's face turned scarlet red, the corners of his mouth still twitched uncontrollably, and he scolded Zhang Yitian in his heart hundreds of times.

Zhang Yitian didn't really think much of it, he could tell just by looking at it that Lang Chuan was shocked to the point that she couldn't take it anymore.

Perhaps Lang Chuan just now thought that he was going to win, but she turned the tables on him when she made the soup, this really made Lang Chuan, who was just about to come out first, hold it in for a while.

Although Zhang Yitian had the upper hand in the battle from the beginning, but he was still worried about the process of seasoning.

That was the most important thing. If the goose was taken out from the steamer later, even if there was a strange smell, Zhang Yitian wouldn't be able to save it.

Therefore, although he was excited, Zhang Yitian's heart was still full of apprehension.

Time passed second by second. A faint steam came out of the steamer.

The steam actually carried the aroma of meat.

The two geese were both steamed in a steamer. Although they were separated by a wall, the steam was still the same. No one knew just who created the pleasant fragrance that was wrapped within the steam.

The fragrance of meat lingered in the air, and there was even the pure and heavy sweet fragrance of the seasonings mixed within, causing one's appetite to increase upon smelling it.

Some of them mumbled out a mouthful of saliva from their lips.

”It's too fragrant …” ”If I had eaten it, it might not have been so delicious …”

”Yes, yes. It's just that I don't know who did it …”

”Sigh, of course it's Lang Chuan, he's the one who concocted the secret spice, that brat just blindly used the seasoning, he almost stuffed the spice plate into the goose's stomach …”

The sounds of these discussions were stopped in Zhang Yitian's ears, but he was also worrying about whether it was possible. If it was really like this, then there was no need to compete anymore, he could just admit defeat.

Lang Chuan, who was at the side, had a pleased look on his face. He was happy because he was very clear that he would definitely win this time, and it was because of the rich seasoning that only he could concoct.

Lang Chuan was almost unable to control himself from drooling, he pretended to wipe his sweat, while doing so, he wiped the saliva at the corner of his mouth.

He was even a little surprised. He had used this secret ingredient bag for more than ten years, but today, this strong fragrance seemed to have never been here before.

Carrying these doubts, Lang Chuan laughed, he felt that, just by relying on this fragrance, he would definitely win!

Everyone was looking forward to it, other than the few people who were approaching Zhang Yitian.

They had also smelled the fragrance, and it was indeed very tempting …

However, this would only worsen their uneasiness. Lin Muru could not sit still, and the tip of his feet continuously tapped on the ground, producing an anxious and frequent sound.

Yet Jiao Haichuan had already smoked six or seven cigarettes in such a skillful manner, the butts of the cigarettes had already been extinguished messily in the ashtray.

Jiao Yanyan's face was also burning with anxiety. He turned around and glanced at Jiao Haichuan, and quietly muttered: ”Father …”

Jiao Haichuan waved his hand and did not let her continue speaking. Unless it was the last moment, no one would know whether they would win or lose.

Everything depended on the last entrance!

After about half an hour, a rich fragrance filled up the entire Drunken Immortal's middle hall. Right now, only Drunken Immortal deserved its name.

During this time, Ye Yu ordered everyone to get a few cups of Dry-Fruit Tea. He wasn't so nervous now.

Right now, everyone seemed to be eagerly waiting for something to happen, waiting for the moment the steamer was opened.

As long as Lang Chuan was showing off his culinary skills in the Drunken Immortal, when this matter spread out, the reputation of his Drunken Immortal would still skyrocket.

The place Lang Chuan was publicly performing at was equivalent to having a golden signboard affixed to his Drunken Immortal. The Drunken Immortal would also quickly rise to prominence with Lang Chuan's fame.

Just thirty thousand, Ye Yu would probably be able to exchange it for three hundred thousand from his competitors.

The astute merchants would not wait for such a pointless result. Ye Yu turned and left, heading straight back to his own office.

This matter had to be reported in the newspapers so that its influence would be expanded bit by bit.

Ye Yu couldn't help but feel excited in his heart. He thought that after this day, his Drunken Immortal would be able to quickly move to the next level and stand shoulder to shoulder with the top restaurants in the Linyi City.

The person who had been controlling the fire the entire time, was still Lang Chuan. After twenty years of working in the industry, his control over fire had reached a superb level.

This cooking method of fumigating, one more minute, the goose will be loose, thus losing the taste. If it was just one short minute, it would look leathery and unfavorable, but it would also lose its taste, and might even affect the taste.

A good chef had first-rate control over time, and Lang Chuan was one of the best. Zhang Yitian had learned a lot from him today.

Lang Chuan continuously adjusted the temperature of the fire, and at times, steam would gush out from the steamer, but at other times, the fire would be reduced because of him, and the smell would only come out …

From the time they entered the steamer, a full 40 minutes had passed … Lang Chuan's mouth revealed a smirk, and decisively switched off the heat.