Chapter 1916: Shī xiōng, the outcome is decided

Wu Zhong leisurely prepared the dishes; to win, he truly exerted all his strength, bringing out his full power.

He thought every step had been done to perfection.

But when he raised his head to look around, he was completely stunned.

Only saw that around his own stove there was no one, while in front of Ye Zhangqing's stove, it was crowded with people, and moreover, a group of Elders had started fighting.

Especially Lin Longkun, who was directly besieged by several Elders joining forces, appearing already injured.

But even so, Lin Longkun was not busy retaliating or fleeing, but.............. eating?

Only saw that under the joint siege of several Elders, Lin Longkun tightly guarded the big bowl in his hand; even if injured and vomiting blood, whenever there was a chance, it was a big mouthful of food into his stomach.

This damn, he's vomiting blood and still eating?

And the other Elders besieging him, seeing this, each had reddened eyes and ferocious faces as they roared.

"Stop eating, I damn well told you not to eat."

"Surname Lin, hand over the bowl and I won't kill you."

"You're still eating?"

"This bowl of rice is mine."

Watching this bewildering scene, Wu Zhong was completely dumbfounded, standing blankly in place for a few breaths before coming to his senses.

Just now immersed in cooking ingredients, he didn't know what had happened over at Ye Zhangqing's side.

This isn't a cooking competition? How did they start fighting?

Moreover, why is there no one here? Thinking this, Wu Zhong's face instantly darkened.

The next second, among the many disciples outside, Wu Zhong saw those disciples who followed him, but at this moment they were not only not standing beside him, instead they surrounded Ye Zhangqing's stove, each tiptoeing and craning their necks, not knowing what they were looking at.

That look of longing made Wu Zhong's teeth itch; what the hell is going on with you guys?

"Not coming over yet."

With fury burning in his eyes, Wu Zhong had no choice but to send a spiritual voice transmission to those disciples; originally salivating, they could only look but not eat, tormented beyond endurance.

Suddenly hearing Wu Zhong's spiritual voice transmission, they first froze, then turned their heads toward where Wu Zhong was.

Only saw that at this moment, Wu Zhong stood alone behind the stove, his face gloomy to the extreme, the anger in his eyes seeming to have solidified, like a volcano about to erupt.

"Shī xiōng, have you also finished?"

"We.................."

"Let's go over first and then talk."

Facing Wu Zhong's deathly stare, the disciples exchanged a strange glance, then obediently came to him.

No way; seeing Wu Zhong like this, if they didn't come over, they'd probably be killed.

One by one, they obediently came to him and respectfully saluted.

"Congratulations, Shī xiōng, on completing the dish."

"What's going on?"

Hearing this, Wu Zhong didn't waste words, directly asked, his eyes full of suspicion.

How come Ye's side is so lively, with the Elders even directly fighting?

Faced with Wu Zhong's doubt, the disciples wore strange expressions, fell silent for a moment, then a senior transmitted disciple carefully said:

"Replying, Shī xiōng, the Elders are fighting over food."

"Fighting over food?"

At first he didn't catch on, but after the explanation from that senior transmitted disciple, Wu Zhong realized the Elders were fighting to get to eat Ye Zhangqing's food, which is why they started brawling.

Lin Longkun, because of the earlier incident with Zhang Wuyue, has now become the target of everyone.

Hearing this, Wu Zhong's face grew even uglier; fighting over food? What does that mean, is Ye's cooking really that good?

The Elders are all Immortal Chefs; they don't even have this bit of self-control? They started a brawl just for a mouthful of food?

Unable to figure it out, just as Wu Zhong was dazed, a roar came.

"Ma Qiankun, you already knew, didn't you? You damn well didn't tell us."

"Ma Qiankun has food in his hand, seize him."

"All Shī xiōng, attack."

It turned out he had been hiding in a corner, eating with oil dripping from his mouth while watching the show, when suddenly an Elder spotted him.

Seeing Ma Qiankun holding a big bowl, his mouth stuffed full of food, that Elder instantly flew into a rage.

One thought: isn't Ye Zhangqing from the Heaven-Earth Fire Hall? Ma Qiankun must have long known Ye's cooking is heaven-defying.

But this old thing kept it secret, didn't tell them, secretly scooped a big bowl of rice, and hid in the corner to happily eat.

While they were fighting to the death here, this Ma guy was eating with oil dripping from his mouth, extremely satisfied; who could endure that?

Following that Elder's roar, immediately several Elders charged toward Ma Qiankun.

Seeing this, Ma Qiankun, who had been comfortably eating melon seeds while watching the show, instantly changed expression and without hesitation turned and ran.

Seeing this, the several Elders behind pursued relentlessly, shouting angrily.

"Old thief, don't run."

"Ma old thief, put down the bowl, otherwise today you'll have no way to heaven or earth."

"Ma old thief, give me the bowl, I will surely protect you completely."

"Ma Shī xiōng, you forgot that I saved you back then............. damn it, eat again."

Watching the extraordinarily lively scene at Ye Zhangqing's side, Wu Zhong's teeth clenched audibly, and his face also darkened as if dripping water.

Turning his head, he looked at his own scattered disciples before the stove, and compared to Ye Zhangqing's side, they were completely incomparable.

For a moment, Wu Zhong gritted his teeth and said:

"Eat."

Huh???

"I'll let you eat."

Seeing Wu Zhong looking like he wanted to eat people, the disciples no longer dared to hesitate, each quickly scooped a bowl of food and prepared to eat.

The rule of this competition: within Cooking King Immortal City, everyone is a judge and can decide the outcome.

But now, no one eats the dishes Wu Zhong made; by contrast, over at Ye Zhangqing's side, they're fighting to eat—how could Wu Zhong not be angry?

Under Wu Zhong's intimidating might, the disciples could only start eating.

But what they're thinking about is just the delicious food Ye Zhangqing made earlier; even more absurd, after having eaten Ye Zhangqing's food, now eating Wu Zhong's food...

Although it's not bad and can be considered tasty, with something better before them, the disciples momentarily felt it was flavorless.

It's not hard to swallow, but it simply can't compare to Ye Zhangqing's.

The most speechless thing is, the more they eat, the more the disciples miss Ye Zhangqing's food—what's going on?

Seeing the disciples eat slower and slower, at first they ate bite by bite, but later they even started picking at their food.

Wu Zhong only felt the anger in his chest could no longer be contained, about to explode; he gritted his teeth and shouted.

"What do you mean? Do you think my Chúyì can't compare to Ye Zhangqing's?"

"Eat, I order you to take big bites, eat like the Elders."

Upon hearing this, the disciples' faces turned bitter; they really had no appetite, or perhaps it was the senior disciple who had just spoken, who said with a complex expression.

"Shī xiōng, this... the outcome is already decided."