Chapter 67: The Third Watch of the Night, Looking Down on the World with Contempt

  Feng Lao Ye Zi's name is Feng Huo Yan, probably because he was born with a lack of fire in the five elements, so he was given this name.

  His people were as fiery as their name, even at the age of sixty, they still did things with a strong and decisive attitude, without any hesitation or delay. After glancing at both parties and the representatives below, he directly announced: "Today's competition is according to the rules of the diligent, with Changjin Restaurant challenging Lao Difang, the content being kimchi. If Lao Difang loses, they will have to reopen on a date specified by Changjin Restaurant; if Changjin Restaurant loses, they will not be allowed to do business within a month after Lao Difang reopens, and they will also have to hang up Lao Difang's poster outside their store to promote for them. Do either of you have any objections?"

  Zhang Zhuo and Park Ji-soo both said no. Feng Huoyan nodded in satisfaction, looked at the other four judges again, and said: "Today I am one of the five judges, I just want to remind you that I hope you can be fair and not biased because of national issues..."

  The four judges, led by Chang Aiguo, nodded in unison. The two judges from Nanbang were even shouting: "He has that chicken, he has that chicken......" The representatives of various restaurants below the stage couldn't help but laugh and think to themselves, what does it have to do with you whether others have chicken or not?

  "Everyone, quiet down." Feng Huoyan coughed heavily: "The competition has officially begun, please go first. Hmm... since this is a comparison of... kimchi, it shouldn't take up too much time, so just bring out the prepared kimchi directly, okay?"

  To be honest, Old Feng's resentment is huge. Compared to pickled vegetables? What kind of thing is this, isn't it humiliating the judges? Only a fool could come up with such competition content...

  However, as the president of the Chu Du Food Association, the old man's opinions must be respected. If he were to get angry, the food industry in Chu Du would be thrown into chaos like the Spring and Autumn period or the Warring States period. Therefore, they could only go through the motions, prepare to eat a couple of mouthfuls and then give their evaluation, and leave early to avoid being caught up again later.

  "Sorry, President Feng, you probably don't know much about the kimchi of Da Gao Li Guo..."

  Upon hearing Park Ji-hoon's words, Piao Zhi-su let out a scornful smile. She shook her clothes and stood up, took a white handkerchief from behind a stick-like girl and wiped her hands and mouth before slowly saying: "I think I need to explain something to you and all the fellow practitioners present here so that everyone can understand the grandeur and profundity of my country's kimchi."

  "Pffft——"

  The representatives of various restaurants under the stage are listening with disgust. Even a simple dish is being made to sound so profound, can you make it even more pretentious?

  "Oh?" Feng Huoyan glanced at Pok Chi Soo and suppressed his anger: "Alright, speak."

  "Thank you, President Feng."

  "With a proud smile, Pak swept his eyes over the audience: 'Ladies and gentlemen, our Great Korea's kimchi is different from your country's simple pickled vegetables. It was created by our Great Korea's first literary giant, educator, thinker, military strategist, and geographer, Confucius... it is the essence of Kongfu cuisine. Ah, let me add a bit more...'"

  "Slow down!"

  Chang Ai Guo waved his hand to stop Pu Zhi Su, stood up with a cold smile: "Pu boss, right? As a judge, I shouldn't question you. But how come my old man can't understand it? When did the Sage Confucius of China become a person from your Korea and even researched kimchi? Can you explain?"

  Lao Lao Ye has always been a man with strong professional ethics, although he has a fiery temper, he can still be clear-headed when serving as a judge. This time, he really couldn't help it, as a proletarian patriot, the old man simply cannot accept Pu Zhong Su's arbitrary relocation of Confucius' residence.

  Feng Huoyan furrowed his brow, but didn't stop Chang Aiguo either. He had already lost patience...

  The representatives of various restaurants under the platform were also in a state of turmoil. Everyone was fighting internally, but when faced with this kind of thing, they would definitely unite against outsiders! Who is Confucius? Except for those few years during special periods when he was criticized, at all other times he has been a representative figure of our China! Your Korea is just a small place the size of a palm, how dare you! Even Yang, the beautiful woman who usually pays great attention to maintaining her demeanor, was now staring fiercely at Park with a hostile gaze...

  Zhou Yi also sneered, looking at Pu Zhi Su as if he was looking at a foolish old man, or one who was congenitally brain-damaged.

  "Haha, hahaha..."

  He didn't want to listen to Lao Yezi's words, and instead burst out laughing. The two stick-like judges also shook their heads repeatedly, while the two stick-like sisters exchanged a knowing glance. Looking at this group of sticks' behavior, it seems that the Chinese people here are simply unreasonable, they don't even deign to debate with them.

  Park nodded and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Chang, you may have misunderstood or perhaps you are not familiar with history. Our country's most outstanding historians have already verified that your country's Shandong Province, which is also the hometown of Confucius, actually belonged to our Goguryeo Empire thousands of years ago. Therefore, Confucius was a Goguryeo national, and this is an acknowledged fact."

  "Get out! Nonsense!"

  "It's not just farting, it's farting like a dog!"

  "It's still smelly and can't be heard! I'm speechless..."

  Before Old Man Chang could refute, the audience below immediately erupted into a chorus of boos and jeers. This kimchi-making competition was on the verge of turning into a debate about which country was superior, China or Korea.

  "How crude..."

  Bok Chi-soo picked up a white handkerchief and wiped the corner of his mouth, with a look of disdain: "Everyone's performance can only further prove that Mr. Confucius, who advocates for the revival of Zhou Li, is likely to be our Goguryeo people. Even the Zhou, who are known for their etiquette in world history and are a model for future generations, must have been part of our Goguryeo territory..."

  "I'm really angry now... You little brat, are you looking for a beating? Do you think I only know how to stir-fry?"

  "Get out of here! Let him roll away like a pig's trotter! What a ridiculous competition! He doesn't deserve it!"

  "Hehe, Director Feng, how would you comment on this situation?"

  Park Chi-soo smiled brightly as he looked at Bong Pil-je, looking like a noble who had received the best education.

  "Everyone be quiet, don't let outsiders laugh at us..."

  Feng Huoyan snorted coldly, emphasizing the two words "outsider" heavily: "Boss Pu, your Longjing Restaurant is still located in Chudu after all. Are you trying to make an enemy of the entire Chudu catering industry?"

  "Sorry, Chairman Feng, when it comes to national honor, I don't care about personal losses..."

  Park Chi-soo smiled slightly: "Perhaps this is the biggest difference between our Goguryeo nation and your people? Now, may I ask, can we begin the match?"

  "We can start the game, but we need to add some stakes!"

  Zhou Yi let out a cold laugh, stood up straight and said loudly: "If we lose at the old place, I will never do catering again; if you lose, not only will you have to close for a month, but also publicly acknowledge that your Goguryeo historians are all trash, Confucius is my Huaxia people's saint, and has nothing to do with you bunch of sticks. How about it?"

  "Good, this should be added, this guy is awesome!"

  "It's indeed a tough condition, but who is this guy? Zhang hasn't even spoken yet, and he can already represent the old place to come up with such terms?"

  The people below suddenly started discussing, looking at Zhou Yi with admiration and curiosity; even the judges on stage, including Yang Cai, the flower of the food world, looked at Zhou Yi with curiosity.

  "We will definitely win, this condition can certainly be agreed to..."

  Park Zhi Su smiled slyly, with a hint of cunning: "But who are you to represent our old place?"

  "If he is not qualified, then probably no one else is..."

  Zhang Zuo smiled lightly and stood up, pointing at Zhou Yi: "His words are my words, now it's up to you, Pu Ge, whether you have the guts to add this bet."

  Anyway, it's a stable win, Zhang Zhuang is afraid of nothing.

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