Chapter 66: The Second Watch of the Southern Rod That Gazes at the World

  Actually, I've always thought that from a foodie's perspective, the women in this world can be divided into two types: one type is naturally green and healthy like willow catkins, with a plain face and a radiant complexion; the other type is like those female stars who have undergone plastic surgery, with a thick layer of makeup and a dazzling glow.

  Ke Yangcai this girl made Zhou Yi somewhat hesitant, and for a moment he was unable to accurately categorize her.

  When I first saw Yang Cai, it was that scene of a thousand people eating noodles in unison. Yang Cai, wearing a red skirt and black silk stockings with high-heeled sandals, made a stunning appearance, not only curing many men's hidden diseases that they couldn't even mention if they were beaten to death, and bringing happiness to many families that night; Moreover, she also made most of the males present want to swallow her alive with saliva, and many men said that this woman was promiscuous, but in fact, they didn't know how comfortable they felt... Only regretted that day she was a judge, not a bikini girl holding a sign on the boxing ring.

  I Ching pursues green in food, and it's the same with women. So, I'm not interested in this spicy and charming girl today. A strong woman is meant to be oppressed by a strong man, and has nothing to do with an 'idle person' like myself. What's the point of thinking about her?

  Today, Yang Cai was a stark contrast to her previous fiery appearance. With a plain face and no makeup, she wore a small-standing collar grey woolen jacket with a fitted waist, underneath which was a tender yellow thin sweater like a flower bud; on her legs were slim-fitting pencil trousers, and under the slender shaking calves, were standard black high-heeled shoes in the shape of a boat, with the pant legs half-pressed and half-hidden, cleverly revealing a captivating grey silk foot, perfectly reaching the 'inner beauty' realm that those mediocre women could only aspire to but not attain.

  This standard office attire, unexpectedly made her stand out. As soon as she stepped into the conference hall, she was like a freshly picked scallion, making many men secretly swallow their saliva and their eyes blaze with anger... Those angry glares were all directed at Lao Ge~ Ming's old comrade-in-arms, Comrade Chang Aiguo.

  Including Zhang Zhuo, the master of the house, everyone felt a bit itchy in their teeth. The more they looked at Chang Aiguo, this old bird, the more displeasing he became. What kind of thing is this! He's not even crippled, yet he still has a beauty supporting him. Isn't this the typical case of occupying the toilet without doing one's business?

  "Hello, Editor-in-Chief Chang and Yang, welcome..."

  Zhang's belly was filled with envy, jealousy and hatred, but his face showed a warm enthusiasm, smiling as he welcomed them. He first shook hands with Chang Aiguo, then calmly grabbed Yang Cai's small hand: "The great beauty has arrived, it really makes our humble shop shine... Little Zhang, come quickly to take a photo."

  His mouth said to take a photo, but his hands did not relax at all, grasping Yang Cai's small hand, this beauty in his heart. This time with Zhou Yi's 'Tian Shang You' pickled vegetables, winning the stick is a must-win, and it's still in front of Yang Cai, this big beauty... Zhang Zuo thought about it more and more, tonight Lao Er and Lao San are not thinking about resting.

  "Hmm... it seems Zhang boss is very confident, has he already won?"

  Yang Cai is also a seasoned socialite, if she were in the old society, she would definitely be able to mix with Xu Wenqiang's red powder confidant in the ten-mile foreign scene. What hasn't this kind of girl seen? As soon as the photo was taken, her small hand withdrew without leaving any marks and turned to tease Zhang Zuo.

  "Haha, that's not it. But as a proud Han Chinese, regardless of winning or losing, we can't let those little Japaneses get the upper hand in terms of momentum, right, Old Chang?" Zhang Zuo said with some embarrassment, chuckling.

  "This is true. If we hadn't sent troops to provide aid back then, that little country would have been destroyed long ago..."

  Chang Aiguo estimated that some old men were a bit confused, not quite distinguishing between North and South Korea. He looked at Zhang Zhao with a serious expression: "Little Zhang, you must do your best! Although our hearts are towards you, once we're on the judging panel, we have to be impartial. If your family's things can't make it onto the stage, I won't show favoritism to you either."

  "That's that... Don't worry, Old Chang, our usual place will definitely not lose face for Huaxia!" Zhang Zuo chuckled and said: "At that time, I'll invite Old Chang and Chief Editor Yang to taste a few more dishes too."

  "Gee, I can't eat too much kimchi."

  Yang Cai muttered under her breath, if it weren't for the news value, she wouldn't have come. Can kimchi be so delicious that it can reach heaven? If it were a dish from the Imperial Palace's Nan Water Temple, it would be somewhat acceptable...

  Or maybe it was the Sanmei tofu eaten in Yunshui Village... Thinking of this, Yang Cai couldn't help but stick out her small tongue and lick her lips. This one revealing gesture instantly made the male animals standing in the outer hall collectively petrify, each and every one of them breaking out in a cold sweat. Fortunately, the position where they were sweating was low, so no one could see it.

  "Hello Mr. Zhang!"

  A very polite yet icy greeting came, temporarily suppressing the flames of passion in a group of wolves. Everyone turned their heads to look, and saw six men and women dressed in traditional Korean attire entering in a line; at the front was none other than Park Ji-soo, the owner of Jang's restaurant, who had been stirring up the culinary world of Chu for years.

  Pu Zhisu's name seems to be quite in line with the Chinese philosophy of being moderate, but he himself is actually a very belligerent guy. He asks politely with his mouth, and even gave Zhang Zhuo a 30-degree bow, but the provocative tone in his eyes can be seen by a three-year-old child, it's like a small dog looking at people from the gap under the door...

  "Hey, Park Geon-oh, you're quite punctual, not even a second late? Are you learning from Mr. Fogg and planning to travel around the world too?" Zhang Zuo smiled coldly and didn't even bother to shake hands with him, opening his mouth to mock: "You guys look really good in those tall hats, are you going to act after the competition is over?"

  You play fake politeness with me, I'll play along with you. You want to play with tone, then get out of here! Zhang Zuo just wants to beat the master to death with random punches, and doesn't follow the rules from the start.

  "Hmm..." Park Ji-soo was stunned by Zhang Zhuang's words, and after a while, he said: "Our Goguryeo nation is the most polite, this challenge is also for healthy competition and common progress. Please don't misunderstand, Mr. Zhang, we... will always be friends."

  "Alright, alright, then please remember your own words, later on who's anxious and who's the grandson!" Zhang Zuo glanced at Zhou Yi, feeling that his tone was too rough, and leaned in close to Pu Zhishu, lowering his voice to say: "Grandson, Zhang Ye will let you know soon enough, your country's kimchi is just... trash!"

  "Hey!" Even with Park's good upbringing, his face changed color. Just as he was about to retort, Zhang Zhuo hooked his shoulder and said with a fake smile: "Just kidding, all joking. Park brother, the stage is all set for you, please come on up? Hehehe..."

  ***

  Apart from Park Ji-soo and a big-named chef, among the other four judges, two of them are serious-looking judges who seem harder to please than passing gas, reportedly being some kind of kimchi authority in South Korea.

  The host in Zhang's hotel introduced it like this, and everyone immediately understood. It turned out that these two goods were pickled too much and became authorities; if they were in our Huaxia country, they would just be old farmers selling pickles in the countryside, but in Japan, they are unbeatable, after all, kimchi is a national dish...

  The other two were stick-like girls, wearing ankle-length skirts and a variant of Hanfu with a bow tie on their chest, standing behind Park Ji-soo with downcast eyes; those who knew thought it was Park's show-off, while those who didn't thought these two girls were his lice-picking servants, looking like they were performing a monkey show.

  The plain and simple self-feeling is still pretty good, with a serious face sitting on the stage of the challenger, in his heart he was still thinking about making these Chinese people admire the etiquette of my great Korea, but unknowingly everyone below was already laughing out loud.

  It wasn't long before the president of the Chu Du Food and Beverage Association, Old Master Feng, arrived, making up the five judges. This challenge match, representing not only two hotels but also the honor of two countries, could finally begin...

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