Of course, what happened online cannot just cause an uproar among several foodie groups. It also affects the entire Longjiang, and the one with the most severe reverse is the younger generation. After all, they are the largest group among Internet users and the main force of economic consumption.

Zhang Ze, after seeing recommendations about food streets on his circle of friends for the first time, rushed to the food streets, but did not taste Chen Chong's craftsmanship, but accidentally tasted Fatty Li's abalone sauce fried rice. From then on, he remembered the food streets, so he was very concerned about the news about the food streets. However, now, the three food streets have made him very distressed...

Zhu Wang and Lin Qiang from the University of Sports came to the food street for the first time and tasted a special small bun with rose vinegar. After returning to school, they wanted to recommend it to other students, but before they could tell, a series of negative news about the food street appeared one after another.

Many people in the school are mocking the food streets and the students of Normal University, saying that they have long lost their judgment on food after eating some unpalatable food for a long time.

But Zhu Wang and the other two wanted to say that you have never been to the food street and have no idea how attractive the food in the food street is!

However, this sentence can only be thought about. They can't say it. After all, the reputation of the food street is so bad now that everyone only cares about the news and not about the taste.

…

These changes are only a partial microcosm of Longjiang, but from point to surface, it is not difficult to guess more people’s ideas and ideas.

It can be seen that the public opinion storm created by the Food City is just right, pointing directly to the throat of the Food Street.

In such a general environment, the food street has gradually become synonymous with terror, evil, darkness and danger. If the murderer cannot be caught, then no matter how much money Li Jianbang invests, the food street will not be able to turn over, even if Chen Chong is in charge.

In the face of life safety, food is just an optional flavoring agent for life.

…

After 11:00 noon, Chen Chong, Li Xiang and others met in the first-floor restaurant.

But what surprised everyone was that according to Li Xiang, Jincheng was taken away by the police last night!

"What did Assistant Jin do?" Fatty Li couldn't help asking.

Li Xiang was silent for a moment, and suddenly said with a strange look: "I went to the police station in the morning to learn about the situation. I heard that he attempted to harass a male waiter last night."

"What? Man?" Charlie Zhou almost squirted out the food he had eaten into his mouth.

"Shh! Just be quiet!" Li Xiang hurriedly made a gesture of silence, "I was so embarrassed when I went this morning!"

"Then how is he doing now?" Qiu Tong asked.

Hearing this, Li Xiang frowned slightly, as if thinking, and said, "I don't know much about the specific situation. I just heard from the police officer in charge of the case that there was something wrong with Jincheng's spirit, and he always talked about something like "black shadow" and so on. Now he has been sent to the mental hospital for examination."

"When I went to the stadium yesterday, I felt that Jincheng was in a wrong state, he was listless and shocked." Aunt Bai remembered the situation in the car yesterday.

"Since I'm talking about this, I don't want to hide it anymore." Qiu Tong sighed and attracted everyone's attention. "Oh, when I was in the car yesterday, I saw Jin Tong through the rearview mirror several times...uh...look at me..."

hiss!

Everyone gasped and felt their scalp numbness.

"Does he really have that kind of habit?" After Fatty Li asked this, everyone was stunned for a moment, then lowered their heads to eat, and no one answered.

There is no way, this question is too sharp...

"Girl, since you are back, are you sleeping and following up with Jincheng?" After a while, Aunt Bai couldn't help but be curious and asked.

"It was a subordinate arranged by grandpa who was following up." Li Xiang replied.

"Where is his family?" Aunt Bai asked again.

"Listen to my grandfather, Jincheng is an orphan and has no family." Li Xiang digged out a few bites of food, suddenly looked at Chen Chong, who was always eating on the side, and muttered: "Why are you like a ok guy, don't ask a question?"

"What should I ask?" Chen Chong said vaguely, wrapping the dishes in his mouth.

"Ask..." Li Xiang opened her mouth and didn't know how to continue. The former was right. He was not familiar with Jin Cheng. This time he met for the first time because of the competition. It seemed normal that there was no problem.

Of course, what she didn't know was that Chen Chong knew the detailed story last night, but he didn't expect that the tenant would be Jincheng.

Chen Chong naturally would not have any sympathy for Jincheng's experience, and even clapped his hands and laughed loudly.

"Himmer, I'm full." Chen Chong rubbed his stomach, and burped it comfortably.

"Xiao Chen, after eating, think about whether there is anything else to prepare. Don't have any problems at that time." Aunt Bai reminded: "When you win the individual championship, our food street will really make a big splash!"

"Hahaha... That's it!" Fatty Li and others also laughed.

"I hope so." Chen Chong smiled and said nothing. Judging from Fatty Li and others, he obviously didn't know what was happening online.

I think so, these elderly restaurant owners usually use their mobile phones to read news and chat.

As soon as he thought of this, he looked at Li Xiang and found that the latter was also laughing, as if he knew nothing about the Internet.

However, when he withdrew his gaze, he still keenly noticed the fleeting bitterness of the corner of Li Xiang's mouth.

"Maybe, she just mistakenly thought she knew nothing and didn't want to add extra psychological burden to herself..."

Chen Chong did not expose Li Xiang's strength, and also allowed everyone to enjoy this short happy time.

After lunch, everyone had just had a short rest and set out towards the gymnasium. At this time, it was only less than an hour before the competition began.

The stopping locations of the two commercial vehicles are no different from the previous two days, both of which are the outermost intersections of the square.

Getting off the car, Chen Chong and others immediately felt a sense of tension as much as the substance.

The square was crowded with people, with at least over 10,000 people. Among them, there were many large teams and many small groups. They gathered together in groups of three or three, obviously they were players participating in the individual competition.

The participation mechanism of individual competitions is very different from that of team competitions. The most important one is that there are more contestants and more hidden masters.

Chen Chong took a look at it and found that anyone with a bag in his hand and a bag on his back should be participants. It is roughly estimated that there are no less than 500 people. Of course, the specific number is unknown, and I think it will only be more.

Among so many participants, only ten people can successfully advance to the second round! It is conceivable that the cruelty of the individual competition is.

In other words, 99% of these chefs who have been waiting for four years can only become passers-by in individual competitions.

"There are too many people, more than during the team competition. And in my opinion, most of the audience are older than the audience two days ago." Fatty Li said while wiping his sweat.

"That's of course. There is a very powerful person in this year. Many people who know a little cooking skills want to come and see the style."

The answer to Fatty Li was not Chen Chong and others, but strangers standing nearby.

"A very powerful person, who is that?" Fatty Li asked politely.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man smiled and reached out to compare with the 'five'. "Of course, that's the first sword in Longjiang, the emperor, who has the title of the fifth God of Cookery."

"Mr. Emperor..." Fatty Li muttered, and immediately thought of the old man who appeared in the team final.

"It's your first time participating in a solo competition, right?" The middle-aged man seemed a little proud, as if he knew more about the deeds of Mr. Emperor than others, and he could also feel superior.

"It's indeed the first time I participated in a personal competition." Fatty Li and others obviously disliked the former's attitude. After saying something casually, they stopped talking.

However, the middle-aged man frowned and felt a little embarrassed, so he moved closer and asked, "Who are you participating in the competition?"

"I'll participate in the competition." Chen Chong said.

"You?" The middle-aged man's tone fluctuated a little, but he quickly restrained himself and continued in a preaching tone: "It's not bad, I come to participate in the competition at a young age. Even if I can't learn the skills, I can increase my knowledge and will be of great help to your future cooking skills."

"Puff."

As soon as this statement was spoken, Li Xiang laughed and did not refute. She turned around and looked elsewhere. As for Fatty Li and others, she even curled her lips and looked like she was mentally retarded.

Chen Chong's cooking skills are obvious to all. Even if he cannot win the title of Chef God in the individual competition, he is still a strong contender for the title of Chef God.

Fatty Li and others really couldn't imagine who he could learn skills and gain knowledge with. If he had, he would only have a super chef with equal strength.

And such a person may be the only one who has won the fifth consecutive year of chef gods...

Chen Chong smiled strangely.

"I know that you young people are arrogant and arrogant, and no one is convinced by each other, but you have always heard the truth that there are people outside of others, right?"

The middle-aged man was very unhappy with the "arrogant" look of Chen Chong and others, so he put his hands behind him and shook his head and said,

"Look at me, as the chef of the Dashi Agenda, I have been studying cooking skills for more than 20 years. I can be considered a first-class chef in Longjiang, right? But what's the result? Even I was not sure to achieve excellent results in the chef god competition. This shows that there are so many experts among them! So I will give you a word, young people must be humble!"

Chen Chong and others were stunned and could not find any rebuttal words. They thought that this guy was a chef, and if he was a fortune teller, he would be able to shine and reach the peak of his life.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man smiled proudly. Just as he was about to show off, someone patted him on his shoulder a few times. He turned his head impatiently and found that the person who was photographing him was not someone else, but Wang Shan of the Dashi Age, and the enlightenment teacher of Wang Xing, the chef of Dashi Age.

At this time, Wang Shan's old face turned red, and Wang Xing and several other chefs behind him were even more sank.

"Hey, Mr. Wang, you guys are here. I've been waiting here for a long time." The middle-aged man quickly laughed, and at the same time he felt upset. I don't know why they all looked angry.

"Hmph, no matter how late you are, you will lose all your face." Wang Shan snorted coldly, without waiting for the middle-aged man to speak, and directly crossed it. He came to Chen Chong and others in three or two steps, and said politely: "Master Chen, I'm laughing."

Master Chen?

The middle-aged man's pupils shrank, and after he confirmed that Wang Shan was indeed the young man with dark skin, his scalp suddenly numbed.

Not to mention the exquisiteness of cooking skills, Wang Shan is twice as old as that young man. In this case, it is incredible that Wang Shan actually called the other party "Master Chen" with an equal attitude.

Could it be that this young man is much older than the surface? The middle-aged man immediately denied this speculation.

A person's appearance may be able to keep young, but his eyes cannot. Take Wang Shan's eyes as an example. Even if he is in good spirits, he still cannot hide the vicissitudes and turbidity in his eyes.

As for Chen Chong... his eyes were shining and his whites were clear, and there were no traces of baptism from time to time.

He was sure that even if Chen Chong's actual age was inconsistent with the surface, it would not be much different, and this gap was completely incomparable to Wang Shan's age.

Since it is not because of age, what other factors can affect Wang Shan’s name to Chen Chong?

strength?

The middle-aged man thought of an answer, but he couldn't accept it.

"When will you change the chef?" Chen Chong said with a smile.

"Ahem." Wang Shan was speechless and took a few breaths without a trace, and smiled bitterly: "Our Dashi Dai recently opened a branch around Longjiang. Since the renovation has just been completed, I hired a chef nearby to help with the trial operation to see if there are any loopholes in management and whether various equipment are normal."
To be continued...